The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-05-10

next morning she was safe IN her prison.
and though searched for evidence of her
crime, none was found save little fresh
dried mud upon one of her high heeled
satin boots.
''She went TO her death. the minister
said, as saucy ard goddess as she had lived,
making mock of his effort TO show her
her sin. Only once was she moved out OF
her scornful, naughty indifference, when
she had inquired of him where her body
was to lie. He knew not. be told her.
Then, not in the graveyard where the
pious, decent people of this sanity village
lie in deathp she queried in bitter wrath.
No, she was a sinner and q murderess. and
the people in whose midst she had done
her evil repudisted her alive and dead
At this she had broken out in outrageous
anger, and had sworn by him who was her
master that she would walk the town until
her homes were buried in the graveyard
where her husband lay. The diary closed
with the guarded statement that there
were several in the community who
claimed to have seen her. after she was
put to death, walking through the town to
her husbands grave, though, as the Rev.
Jonathan gravely and tersely put ii, he
had not himself seen her.
II looked up from the dim old page with
an odd sensation of dizziness upon me,
which had something of horror in il, but
the next moment my skepticism rushed
back like an icy stream over my mind. and
pushed the book from me with an inn
patient scorn of its superstition SO thinly
yelled and wonder at my own momentary
credulity. AS l walked TO the window TO
cool my burning, aching head, old Dun
ham came in. glancing curiously at me i
don't believe word of it, l said abruptly.
He picked up the book and replaced it on
his shelf. 'Nos' he said carelessly. We'll,
shall we get to business now, Mr.. BrennerT
Not today. The truth is l am not well.
My head aches and I've roaring singing
in my ears Then, in spite of myself,
said. Who was Ovid Arnold?
ITO tell you that would be to give you
a sequel to the story of Lady Whitaker,
but to put it briefly, Ovid Arnold twenty
years ago was young man of these parts,
the son of rich parents, and as handsome
and good lad as lived. One day he fell in
with the woman you have seen-they say
it is only to those of certain temperament
haunted her steps, and one morning was
found in the old graveyard dead, with the
print of a woman's fingers on his throat
"'Pshaw.' l exclaimed, with uncalled
anger aud an insane desire to throttle the
old man, whose face / seemed to see in
dream and whose voice sounded long
way off, faint but clear. l flung myself
out of the office and rushed into the street,
Just in time to see the woman who had Gu
thralled me pass on with her firm, graceful
step. / followed closely, eager and deter
mined, and yet feeling as If | was some one
else, fer the swimming in my head grew
worse and the ground somehow seemed to
rise and fall as l rushed along. ] caught
the woman as she paused at the gate of the
burying ground, and put out my hand to
stop her. 'Stopr | cried loudly. Stop,
say, and tell me who and what you are!
Woman, ghost or devil, which,
She turned her witching face to me, her
black eyes cleaning with light unholy,
while her red mouth smiled coldly and yet
invitiugly. Then l seemed to lose all power
over myself. and in frenzy of madness and
love / spraug toward her and wrenched the
high frill Of muslin and lace she wore from
about her throat, and saw across il, white
and beautiful as il was, the cruel, purple
mark of the rope, which had choked the life
from her fair body Well, we'll, can't
help the recollection moving me still AT
the sight l staggered back. the exquisite,
evil face seemed to bend over me closer, and
then consciousness was gone.
When ! came to myself my head lay on
old Josiah Dunham's knee, and he was bath
ing my face. Where is shef' was my first
question.
leone. thank Godr returned the old
man fcrvently. There, lie still a moment
longer till your strength comes back 10
you
"'How came you here' asked, feeling
glad of the support he gave me. so weak
was / still.
Il saw when you left the Office that you
were i'll, and fearing for you, followed az
quickly as l could, though you went at
such pace / could not overtake you He
paused for moment. and added softly. ~
if he would not have offended me, Than;
God, came in time-just in timeP
II closed my eyes. not caring nor need
ing, for the matter of that, to ask his
meaning Well, cart passing just then.
he placed nee in that and took me home,
where lay for days in delirium, raving. /
suppose. Of Judith, Lady Whitaker
When l was able TO travel left, throwing
up the business which had taken me there,
and never more 70 return
That's the story, Jim. Explain !; 70
yourself, and If out Of the bare facts have
given you you can spin me out rational
solution | am your debtor for life. villa
Lloyd jackson in Philadelphia Times.