San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-09
ghe Daily Eight.
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1891.

vicinity, and spent the time in a con-
tnuous round of gayety. Indeed, may
as well say here that our happiest hours
were spent away from our own home.
The atmosphere there began TO grow I'M
canny. Under the old roof by day or
night there was never unbrOken quiet.
Doors seemed TO be always opening and
shutting from unaccountable draughts;
windows broke their lines and came
crashing down; shutters swung to and
fro when the air was stirless; dishes
ratified down in their places, and moth
ing seemed to rest upon a secure foun-
dalton about the house.
Look here, Aunt Judith" Cousin
Frank began one morning at the break
fast table, Il believe there is ghost
about this house that needs laying. !
locked my door on going to bed last
night, but this morning when l awoke |
found it wide open"
That's nothing" Lefty Gray ex-
claimed. Mine has served me that trick
more than once. | haven't thought of
being afraid"
WHO said anything of fear, Miss
Lefty
Il think Louise would if she could
speak, Frank answered quickly, spring
ing up from the table and dashing a
glass of water in my face.
1t brought me to my senses just rs
they were failing me. Close to Miss
Dalwell's chair had seen a figure stand
ing, the same that had seen weeks be
fore in the shadow of the trees.
BE so kind as to let this foolish talk
drop, my mother said, and Immediately
began to talk eloQuently of book which
she had been reading
As left the table Miss Dalweu whis-
psred in my ear, You saw him again."
Yes"
BY my chair"
BY your chair
Come out in the garden with me"
she said, putting an arm about my waist
II want to tell you something. This
man has not come here to harm you; !
alone draw him hither. Years ago he
was my lover, one whom | rejected for
what | thought good cause. | had
worn his ring, and returned it to him
He died short time after, but before |
his death wrote me letter, in which he |
said that above or below, on earth or
III heaven, that ring should be worn on |
my finger again. That is all What |
will come of it God only knows, but day
and night | am haunted as though
were guilty Of some fearful crimer'
Poor Miss Dalwell," said pityingly. |
But moment after, looking into her
eyes, felt sure that | had been listen
ing to the story of a crazy woman. Only. |
with my own eyes, had seen the face
that haunted her.
Another week wore away. There was
the usual small commotion about the |
place Spence had gone back to town
because he could not stand it, while the |
cook and hOusemaid both slept upon the |
floor of a night in my mothers room. |
All IN all, the unpleasantness was grow |
ing little too strong for comfort.
But one night the end came. 1t was
moonlight again, and outside not |
breeze stirred the foliage. We were sit
ting in groups on the wide veranda. In |
the parlor Miss Wilde was striking
minor chords upon the piano, while |
Cousin Frank, in voice modulated to
suit the hour, was going through with
the Ancient Mariner" He was repeat-
ing these words:
An orphans curse would drag to hell
spirit from on high;
But Oh, more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead mans eye!
Seven days, seven nights
when from Miss Dalwell's lips arose such
shrek that our blood curdled in our
veins. 1t was followed by a seconds 81
lence, then my mother sprang to her
side. She lay back in her chair, stark
and still, her eyes set in fright, her jaw
fallen. Not word was spoken, but each
one OF that terrified group saw upon the
fourth finger Of her left hand golden
circlet with diamond burning in it's
center The poor creature wore her
lovers ring at last.
All was useless. Miss Dalwell was
dead.
Years have passed since that night,
and in looking back to it through the
softening mists of time, cannot but
wonder whether or no my mothers friend
was sane woman. Be that as it may,
tell you the lower true tale" as l expe-
rienced it.-New York World
Valentines and Eggs.
Louise, aged three, was anxious to fol-
low her elders example in making val
entines. Here is her first effort: GLORY
angels! How the wind blows about
blows about in the dark shed! There
stood little bird laying his eggs"
her cousin, the same age, was very
fond OF boiled eggs. One day the wait