The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1891-04-25
WESTMINSTER MD. SATURDAY, APRIL 25, 1891.

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''Yes, sir she said; "Ill manage.
She hesitated moment and then added
'The-the lady, sir-she won't go with
you?"
Certainly. not" said Mrs. Ferrars,
speaking promptly for herself "I shall
be comfortably asleep in bed am an
unbeliever and should see nothing"
The woman lifted her eyes and cast at
her another of those peculiar looks.
"No, ma am, she said in low voice, as
her eyes fell again. "No; you would
never see the ghost that haunts The
Glen"
1t seemed to Hubert Ferrars that there
was something strange in the pause that
followed, and he was just going to wish
Mrs. Green good evening when she said
slowly:
"I-I have picture of the eplace. You
would maybe like to see it " And turning
to cupboard in the corner, she took from
it a small water color sketch. She stood
for moment with it in her hand, and
then moving quickly across the room she
laid it on the table before Mr.. Ferrars, on
whom she once more fixed her eyes, this
time with look of excited expectation.
Hubert Ferrars was still standing by his
wife's chair; his hand was on her shoulder,
and as her eyes fell on the little picture he
felt her start violently. Before he could
speak Mrs. Green said, in tone which
she was evidently controlling by great
effort, addressing herself to him, but with
out moving her eyes from his wifes face:
''You see, sir, there is the principal door.
You go in there into"
''Into low, wide hall, in which stands
an old oak chest There is door on the
right leading into low oak beamed room,
The stairs are very shallow and of polished
oak, and at their head is little room with
a easement window, from which one sees
view like that first bit we saw this morn
ing"
Mrs. Ferrars had said all this in low,
absorbed voice, as if unconscious that she
was speaking aloud, and her husband had
listended with surprised smile. The
faded picture-the picture of an exterior
merely-showed nothing of this to him.
But suddenly the subtle shock which
human being who is feeling intensely will
communicate to others near it passed from
the woman, whose face was white and
quivering with excitement, and laid its
hold on the husband and wife. They
looked up suddenly, and there was a
silence which seemed to palpitate with
something intangible and indefnable.
Ferrars, though his finer organization had
felt it more keenIy than his wife had done,
was the first to recover himself and break
up the curious strain of the situation.
"Why, Thea" he said, show can you
tell? When have you been there? L
thought"
But she started again and stopped him
quickly.
"Yes, DEAR" she answered, al know.
Shall we say good evening to Mrs. Green
now? We are taking up her time"
She was very pale, and there was some
thing about her manner-an unusual eX-
citement in the quick, rather, uneven way
in which she spoke, that caused him to
obey her almost involuntarily, and kept
him silent until they were again in their
own little sitting room.
Then he said:
'Now, Thea What is it, dear? What
does it mean ?"
She had quite recovered herself, and
laughed little as she said:
"Nothing at all tragic, assure you,
dear You have not stumbled across a
hollow mystery in my past life, nor have
you unearthed the skeleton of my private
cupboard 1t is only rather curious
coincidence | know that house quite
well, though of course I've never been
there All my life, ever since | can re-
member, | haye dreamed of it. y
"You have dreamed of it p
.'Yes; not every night, of course, but
sometimes for nights together. Generally
about this time Of year and always on my
birthday. Oh, don't look so astOnished,
dear. am so used to it that it has ceas
ed to seem strange to me, and though |
was a little startled when saw that picture,
it is one of those odd things that can't be
explained, and it is of no use to think
about it. Do you really mean to go there
tomorrow night? 2"
eyes" he answered, "yes, | do"
CHAPTER III.
Two days later at about the same time
in the evening Mrs. Ferrars was alone in
the little sitting room, looking very impa-
tient and rather anxious. She had set out
that morning on the road to what she call
ed shat bogey house" thinking to meet
her husband as they had arranged, and
instead she had met a boy, who stopped
her with the inquiry:
"Be you the missus Of the gentleman at
'The Glen p -
On her answering that she was he had
thrust note into her hands and had re-
treated with many backward glances at a
person so intimately connected with such
a celebrity as the gentleman who had
voluntarily passed night alone with old
Sam in the haunted house.
The note was from her husband, and
simply said that she was not to expect him
until the evening and was not to be un-
easy.
She had been uneasy all the same, and
ever since the time had come when she
might begin to expect him she had been
restless and disturbed As the clock struck
she drew up the blind aud looked out OF
the window
''I wish he would come, she said to her
self; 81 wish he had never heard Of the
place He is so sensitive, dear old thing
and all his imagination was stirred by the
odd connection between that picture and
my dream How vivid it was last night
If he has persuaded himself that he heard
or saw something he will never forget it
| wish he would come. Oh, there he is
Well, he doesn't seem to be in any hurry
now.
Hubert Ferrars was coming down the
street with evident reluctance in his walk
and manner She watched him come up to
the cottage door; saw him pause for a mo-
ment before he entered; and then she went
| m tho door of the room infendinp tO re-