The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-06-20

perfectly Isolated, ana having no
means OF exit but q window and q
door, which we carefully fastened,
after placing the young man within.
We put writing materials on q small
table in the sumner-house. and took
away the candles. We remained out
side with the peddler amongst US. In
q low. solemn voice he began 70 chant
the following lines:
ssWhat riseth slow from the ocean caves,
And the stormy surf
"'he phantom pale sets his blackened foot
On the fresh green turf"
Then raising his voice solemnly, he
said:
you asked 10 see your friend.
Francis Villiars, who was drowned
three years ago. of the coast OF South
America. What DO you seeP"
II see." replied the student, "a
white light arising near the window,
but IL has no form. 1t is like an un-
certain cloud"
We-the pectators-remained pro-
foundly silent
Are you afraidp" asked the rner-
chant, in loud voice.
Il am not" replied the student
firmly.
After a moments silence, the ped
dler stamped three times on the
ground, and sang:
"And the phantom white, whose clay cold
Was once 30 fair,
Dries with his shroud his clinging vest
And his sea-tossed hair"
Once more the solemn question:
"You. who would see revealed the
mysteries OF the tomb-what do you
see nowp"
The student answered. in a calm
voice, but like that OF q man describ-
ing things as they pass before him:
II see the cloud taking the form OF
phantom; its head is covered with a
long veil-it stands still"
'Are you afraidp"
II am mott"
We looked ut each other In horror
stricken silence. while the merchant
raising his arms above his head,
chanted. In a. sepulchral voice:
"And the phantom said, as he rose from
the wave,
HE shall know me In sooth!
Twill go to my friend, gay, smiling and
fond,
AS in our first youth r''
What do you seep" said he.
II see the phantom advance. He
lifts his veil-'tis Francis Villiars! he
approaches the table-he writes!-'tis
his signature!"
.'Are you afraidp"
A fearful moment OF silence ensued
then the student replied, but in an al
tered voice:
II am mott"
With strange and frantic gestures,
the merchant then sang:
"And the phantom said to the mocking seer
II come from the south;
Put thy hand on my hand-thy heart on
my heart
Thy mouth on my MOUTH"
What do you seep"
"He comes-he approaches-he pur-
sues me-he is stretching out his arms
he will have me! Help! Help! Save
mer'
Are you afraid nowP" asked the
merchant in hooking voice.
A piercing cry and then a stifed
groan, We're the only reply to this ter
rible question.
Help that rash youth" said the mer-
chant bitterly. az have, l think, won
the wager, but it is sufficient for me to
have given him a lesson. Let him
keep the money, and be wiser for the
future"
He walked rapidly away. We opened
the door OF the summer-hOuse, and
found the student in commissions. A
paper signed with the name FRANCIS
Villiars, was on the table. As soon
rs the students senses were restored,
he asked vehemently where was the
vile sorcerer who had subjected him
to such an ordeal-he would kill him!
He sought him through the inn in
vain; then with the speed of mailman
no dashed of across the fields in pur-
suit of him, and we never saw either
OF them again. That, children, is my
ghost story"
'And how is it, uncle, that after
that, you don't believe in ghosts?" said
|, the first time heard 1t.
Because. my boy, replied my uncle,
neither the student nor the merchant
ever returned, and the forty-five gum
cas- belonging to me and the other trav-
elers, continued equally invisible.
Those two swindlers carried them of
after having acted farce, which we.
like ninnies, believed to be real."-.
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