Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1891-09-26

Tor Will produce. winch NnllQfen call
''goose-fiesh" | could not have
spoken n word TO save my soul for
the object before me appeared to be
human figure, formed OF some trans
parent, luminous substance, aud was
a more perfect ghost than is pleasant
TO contemplate in u lonely spot at
nightfall
Almost instantly, however, / saw,
with a sudden flush of Joy that set
my blood in motion on the instant,
that my terror had deceived me- 1t
was a man who stood there, clad in
what seemed to be a white flannel
suit, and holding n lantern over his
head.
THAT is Miss Maisie?" said voice
that was the voice OF gentleman.
"0h, yes!" said |. II am lost.
thought Ishould die. Oh, | am so
glad! so glad. Quiet Jackanapes"
for the pony trembled more than
ever.
"The animal is afraid of me-" said
the figure. Can you dismount? l
dare not approach you otherwise, for
II do Jackanapes will run away and
perhaps dash you over the precipice.
| will retire. Dismouut andI will re-
turn. Do not fear anything; | will
take care of you"
He was gone. Doubtless he only
shut the lantern, but he appeared to
vanish. Jackanapes ceased to shud-
der. | left the saddle, though | was
hardly ableto move formy wet skirts,
and stood by his side. Instantly the
stranger was at mine, and as he reap
peared my pony kicked up his heels
and dashed away up the road.
"Never fear; he will take care OF
himself" said the stranger, Follow
me-"
He led the way. The darkness had
concealed from me the fact that | was
very near house. A wide door was
flung open; within | saw deep hall
tioored with oak, at the end of which
fire roared in great chimney. was
seated in Il huge chair, my garments
drying with curious rapidity. My host
stood near me-a handsome man with
his long, curling, golden hair and
beard, and a sort OF hunting dress of
white flannel. He smiled on me, but
said nothing until / spoke.
They will be frightened at home"
! said.
1T will not be long" said he cold
ly.
II am so thankful to you, | hasten
ed to add-"so very thankful"
He did not answer i'll any conven-
tional manner. His reply was this:
You have good reason TO be. A
death in the cold waters OF the torrent
is not to be desired, nor is a violent
death OF any sort. Nature seems to
forbid it. Thank heaven sor life, lit
tie girl"
And afterward, you" said I.
He bowed grayely; then went towars
some great pieces offurniture on which
silver seemed to simmer in the fire
,,iisSht and brought thence goblet Of
wine.
Drink" he said.
drank was warmed, comtorted;
4 sort OF dreamy delight stole over
me. / heard music; | saw figures pass
to and iro; I did not quite comprehend
what | saw; delicious slumber came
on the wings OF the music and infold
ed me. For awhile / was delightfully."-
conscious that | slept. Then | was
obliterated.
Cries and shouts aroused me. /
struggled to open my eyes. | heard
my name, 'Maisie. Maisie." shouted
from afar. heard the clatter of hoofs.
'There! There she is! There she isl"
IN my uncle's voice.
| saw hall dozen mounted riders
approaching over the fresh, sun-lit
I slope of a great hill, and | saw that
\ sat among ruins, close to the time
I worn, weather-bleached wreck of an
1 old chimney, the high mantel Of which
| projected over my head. The roof of
/ the house was gone; only one wall re-
4 manned About me lay stones and
mortar, blackened wood and all the
tokens of a dwelling destroyed by FIRE
and abandoned for years to the ele-
ments,
There was no wide hall, no glowing
fire, no sideboard laden with silver,
no host attired in white to offer me
beakers OF wine; but | was dry, warm,
and comfortable, Notwithstanding.
My uncle burst into tears, clasped
me to his heart, and in doing so
changed his tune and lectured me for
losing myself. Jackanapes had come
home riderless. My Aunt thought
me dead on the road, and was i'll with
grief and terror. And how did find
the ruins? And what O mercy that
had not gone over the precipice near
byl So they bore me home. And
kept my own counsel, and said not
one word of my experience until ouI
kindly neighbors had been breakfasted
and gone their ways. Then related
it.
at must have been delirium,"
said, .'Yet it seemed so real"
my dear Maisie," said my uncle
in Scotland we are astonished at
: nothing. ! have myself heard this
story before from four people who
were rescued in the same way
and saw the same wrath anC
the same restoration OF those ruin,
, that you describe. My grandmothel
! q poor countrywoman with her babj