The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1891-04-22

over Its shoulders hung long, dark
hair She moved slowly across the
white sand of the beach and entered
the little hollow.
For a moment she paused, while
the heart of the watcher beat wildly.
Closer then the figure came, and as
it came, he saw the dark, wide
open eyes. When but a few feet
away, she turned her head, and the
young man felt a wave OF sadness
roll over him. On the white face
was look of intense anguish.
Then the figure moved on, past the
gaunt oak and out of the little hol-
low. Suddenly she disappeared,
and Carter, with qnivering limbs,
sank to the ground, He would
have followed her, but the twenty.
four hours fast with which he had
prepared himself for his experience,
told on him, and he was unable to
move.
After some time his strengh came
back. and he rose and walked to
where the figure bad vanished. He
saw only a sudden fall of the ground,
and beyond, cottage built by some
summer resident. All the world
seemed sleeping.
A few days later Mr.. Carter was
snatched from his dreamy life by
party of young fellows who had
como down from the city, bent
on making the most of their
vacation. Their gaiety grated on
the nerves of the mystic, who had
been somewhat unnamed by his
midnight experience. Courtesy,
however, forced him to lend himself
to all their plans and to enter into
all their boating, sailing and fishing
parties.
On one of these he was presented
to Miss Trcmains. Whether she
were pretty or not Carter could not
tell; for she wore veil, thick
enough 10 conceal her features.
But she had low, pleasant voice,
and wonderfully easy, unaffected
manner.
To Carter's remark that she had
been in none of the other sailing
parties, she answered that her health
had not permitted it.
He hoped it had been a merely
passing indisposition.
ayes; only a cold"
The young man noticed a tinge
of constraint in Miss Tremaine's
answer, and that she Immediately
left the subject.
The party had started out in the
afternoon, for its members wished
to sail home by moonlight. The
supper on board was merry one,
and Carter was surprised at the
heartiness with which he joined in
the general gayety.
1T really is better for mo-" he
decided mentally, "to sec more of
people"
As the moon rose the party grew
quietcr even the songs became less
rollicking. Suddenly the gay little
damscl to whom Carter was talking
saw his face change, while he stop
ped in the middle of his sentence.
'Why. what is it?'' she asked.
But Carter did not hear her. He
was looking across the boat to
where sat Miss Tremaine. She had
taken off her thick veil, and the
face on which the moon shone was
the face of his vision.
Unconscious of everything else,
Carter rose abruptly and left his lit
tie companion.
Miss Tremaine was sitting rather
apart from the others, AS Carter
approacoed she smiled up at him
and moved q little, in mute Offering
of the scat beside her. AS if in a
dream, the young man took it. IL
did not occur to him to talk; he
merely looked at the white face
which he had seen under such
strange circumstances.
Presently he became aware that
Miss Tremaine had been talking to
him, and that she was awaiting for
an answer. But what could he say?
He had heard nothing.
"I-I beg your pardon" he stam-
mered.
Miss Tremine laughed easily.
"You have not heard one word 1
said"
The merry laugh broke the spell
that lay over him.
Excuse me; but you will think
me very rude, but your face remind
ed me of one l had seen before, and
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