Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-10-14

creature ana nearing ner QuestlOns.
knew only too we'll that the dishonored
grave of Crayle Brau-Wylleen in the
old disused, desolate cemetery near
Weir Heights was the one to which
she referred, but caressed the slight,
shrinking form and waited.
"Crayle Brau-Wylleen's," she an
swered me hoarsely, and then she
broke into torrent of sobs and tears.
Presently she grew calm. "He nec-
er did itP' she said firmly. "It was
all false, bitter lie. He made me
Jealous, and 1 vowed revenge. 1
wrote those cruel letters and sprinkled
the blood of favortie hound (whose
life took about my bed and over the
floor and doop-steps." She shrieked
and groaned and continued: "They
thought he murdered his young wife !;
but no, she lived to see him hanged.
But revenge was sweet" She uttered
a low, blood-curdling laugh that chilled
the marrow in my bones. Rising, ]
hastily thrust her from me.
"Don't, don't!" she moaned piteous-
ly. eff you only knew what L have
suffered, how 1 have atoned." Then
raising her dark eyes heavenward;
even such as He forgives."
L took her to my heart again. Ii
was not for me to judge.
"I could not rest in my grave" she
went on, her long light hair falling
about her beautiful shoulders like a
feecy cloud, her bosom heaving with
emotion. 1" You must clear his name
from all stain. Crayle u-Wylleen
was as guiltless as you of any crime.
1t was my hot-headed, jealous nature
that did it ALL"
She paused and unfastened singl,
white rose that nestled in the folds of
silk and lace upon her bosom and
pressed it into my palm.
" Here, take this, and let it prove
for me that l am speaking the truth"
The delicate perfume of the fra
grant flower seemed to fill the air about
us and intoxicated me with its sweet
ness. | raised my eyes dreamily to
the dark orbs bending above me.
" Promise me-" murmured the
beautiful lips.
" L PROMISE" / answered with diff
Guilty, as the dense fragrance seemed to
Overpower me.
White, pink and blue clouds appear
ed to encircle fair, vanishing form,
sound as of many harps and singing
voices fingered upon the am, and then
came the slow muffied beating of
drum. Nearer and nearer it came,
louder and louder, and with the shrill
tones of voices, and the wild neighin9
of a horse.
% Black DickI' | awoke with
start. Had | been sleeping and dream
ing? The sun was shining in through
a crevice in the old stone wall, The
lamp stood on the floor by my side, the
oil burned entirely out of it.
| recognized the voices of friends at
the door, and feeling dazed and be-
wildered | arose to meet them; as |
did so something fell upon the floor at
my feet.
Pausing, | looked down.
4 single ,chite rose! L picked up
the frail, beautiful thing reverently,
and a subtle awe stole over me. Ii
must have been true.
"Gou frightened us all nearly to
DEATH" came a clamor of voices.
"The idea of falling asleep in this
haunted castle"
"Talk about nervesl Why, yours
must be iron-bound."
| did not smile-how could /? and
they joked me numerically all the
way home, and "Black Dick" poor
patient fellow, stood at his post all the
long night through. He licked my
hand and nestled his great head on my
shoulder as unfastened him and led
him out of the old yard and sprang
into the saddle unassisted.
1t was nearly noon when we reached
Weir Heights, and L for once was
very hungry. After dinner, when j
lad rested, l gathered my friends
about me and told them the s,orv II
he night before at Brau-Wylleen,
There was much laughing and 8haff- |
ng, but my subdued air suppressed |
he susceptible ones not a nttle. and |
when from the depths of my satcbel |
brought torth Jne " uteu white rose,
still dewy with tragance, a silence fell |
lpon all. That surely was a PROOF,
md it went abroad far and near. these |
tidings, resulting in the re-
noval of Crayle Brau- Wylleen's bones |
o his home-tOmb in far distant lands, |
md L still carefully boarded among nv |
most precious treasures the faded |
White rose of Wylleen.-DetrOa
Free Press.