The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1891-09-18

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qCOuld hare fallen.
Count de Lisle Knocked at the door,
For a minute or two there was no an
swer He knocked again. Madame
Trent" he said, pardon me for disturb
ing you, but the guests are beginning To
arrive" The door was opened slowly.
The beautiful Sallie stood there pale,
with distended eyes. She stared at him
as if she hardly realized his presence,
l.ut after moment she put out her hand
and clutched hin: by the sleeve. She
Grew him into the room.
why did you put me here?' she said,
l., u husky voice. ''What was it:'
care you i'll: Is anything wrong?" he
asked anxiously.
"That mirror she continued. Il saw
I thought = \ Oh! what was it?"
A tremor passed through her and her
teeth chartered.
1.-The mirror" he repeated, looking
perplexed.
She turned as if with an effort and
gave a glance toward it. The room was
full of light. The fire burned cheer
fully. The antique mirror reflected their
two figures standing together in the
doorway. After pause she gave faint
laugh and put her hand to her head. 81
was asleep, suppose; it must have been
o dream-a nightmare. Dead men are
dead!" and she laughed again.
"You are not WE'LL" he said. "You
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hour or two and rest. will see that
you are not disturbed. will receive the
guests myself
"Rest in that room!' she exclaimed.
She gave him very searching glance.
"You were speaking about ghosts a
would think you had presentiment
\ All, we'll! You'll think I'm out
Of my head. Come, am ready. Don't
be afraid, dear count. 1 shall be equal
to the emergency"
In fact she recovered her self-posses-
sion very rapidly, and was even more
alert than usual. The incident of the
mirror had aroused every latent quality,
good or evil, in her nature. And her
mind, which was strongly materialistic
and logical in its bias, applieditsel with
sort of angry heat to the consideration
of the mystery. She did not believe in
ghosts, and she had not been asleep. Yet
she had seen in the mirror the reflection
or, as it seemed, the actual figure of
Keppel Darke. AS she had sprung to-
ward it it had vanished, and she had
found herself gazing at her own fright
ened eyes in the mirror. What was it?
She had heard of Authorizations, visions,
cerebral impressions-there We're names
enough; but the more she thought of this
experience of hers the more convinced
she was that it was real. She had seen
a real substantial figure, and its face was
that of Keppel Darke. But how was that
possible? Was not Keppel Darkes dead
body found in the railroad wreck, hand
cutfed to the dead body of the police
officer? No matter; this was either KEEP
pei Darke or it was some one who ex-
actly resembled him. Whichever it was.
the bearing of his appearance to her
would Enthusiastically the same. Itcould
have been no accident; there was a plan
and purpose behind. Some power hos
tile to her was at work. Was the count
aware of it? How could he but be aware
oft? Then he was her enemy-her deadly
enemyl And he had invited her here,
and had placed her in that room, with
the premeditated design Of Well, Of
whats Of giving her a scare? No, not
that. OF giving her warning of battle
throwing down the gauntlet Hardly