Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-08-23

face was ashen as the face Of the dead.
while he stood gazing toward tho win
dow.
There. sufficiently revealed In the
raining moonlight. was the figure of n
woman. arrayed rs for a bridal; but It
fingered only for moment, aud then
deliberately moved away.
IL paralyzcd me. For nm instant felt
inclined to read in It an easy mockery Of
my own cgoiisin.
Not for long, however; n feeling akin
20 anger soon stoadiod me. and ! said 10
Henry
"Ths Is all nm Internal piece Of hum
bug. my boy, and must and will be at
the bottom Of IT,
Weprocceded to the house and intoii,
and into the library, whore all was silent
as we had quilted It,
lit the gas. Henry's first act was to
survey his mothers portrait. Thcn he
made search for tho mysterious paper.
at Is gone" said he, In awed tonos.
proposed that wo should adjourn TIL
morning. 70 that we could have daylight
upon the subject.
Immediately after breakfast Horny
made for tho library. and | followed
him
Just then we heard tho piano struck
by expert fingers In nm adjoining room.
and rich, low voice sing the noioo Of
an air which l had never heard before.
felt that could not listen to II and
stand, 10 strangely did the melody float
aud lingcI, md fluttcr and die away.
Meantime Henry was wandering about
the room.
"What can have como over that poem,
/ WONDER heard him say rs ho lifted
an ink bottle, u book, docantor, and
looked under thom all In turn.
"Wait moment for me-" ! said 70
him as slipped out Of the room and
joined the musician.
IL was his sister, Of course, and
Joined her just nB she concluded tho in
fcrnal or supcrnal melody, aud know.
ing not whit better 10 do requested
her 60 favor me by repeating It.
DO you like itY' she quickly asked.
at isa wonderful thing" returned.
"aiay ask whose arc the verses and
who Is tho composer
"The verses arc my mothers and the
music Is my own"
was stupeicd.
"Do you possess written copy Of
themT'
"No; but could not forget them.
feel so sorry sometimes, for have lost
the manuscript in her own handwrit
| ing"
Excuse me for asking. Miss Todd;
but have you u copy Of those verses in
your own handwriting
II have not, Mr.. winslow. sing
thom from memory"
"rhis IL very extraordinary. | cer-
tainly road those verses In manuscript
last evening"
"Indced!" sho exclaimed. looking nj
mo curiously. "Most likely you heard
mo sing them late. and that may have
cheated you into the idea. played aud
sung them last night"
My first proceeding when reached
my bedroom that night WIS to drink n
glass Of brandy, my next to unto q
packet Of fine starch powder, with which
had armed myself some hours before.
A little later, when not sound was
heard in tho house, you might have seen
me slip of my slippers, take up the pow
der, cautiously invade the hall and SOW
the entire area of it with powder.
When entered the library shut out
the moonlight, which was playing the
mischief with my fancy, and lit the gas
thon seated myself In the chair which
faced the hanging portrait OF Henry
mother, and could see my own rcilcc
ton plainly In It's glass front.
Presently detected u series Of Sigh
sounds in the distance, as Of some ON,
astir. While my heated imagination
was busily forging fotters for my iudg
mont tho library door opened slowl,
and the moving image Of the portal,
draped in white veil, made struight 70
the curtained window, leaving in 1t
wake at every step tho white impress o
! an unmistakablc reality.
saw mt once, OF course, that II wa
, Miss Todd who stood before me, bu
/ had h planet been at stake could no
/, have moved or spoken.
She opened the window shutter yer
= deliberately aud the moonlight stroame
/, into tho room, transforming eyerythin
and imparting TO her features and he
A figure an indistinct aud shadowy beauty
I which was altogether spiritual and VI
a vestured of decay.
saw hcr take from fold Of her thic
!, veil paper, which she read over in tn
4 full light. could see her eyes-thr
!, they wore look as II they saw nothin
n nearer than tho land Of darkness. lie
4 faco was like tho face OF one who ha
4 been dead.
4 was trembling like q leaf when II
4 figure moved straight toward me, IN
Il holding forth the paper said. in
n strange, far oil plcasantness Of voice;
y els 1t not very beautiful You INA
tako copy from it II you like, but !
|, not loso 1t again.
started TO my feet, and 10 my n
constituent | did not st I q the beaut
full sleeper, who had strobe away
10 stately as she had come, leaving in III
a hand tho simple manuscript which
At held fast, rs II 1t might take wing,
"a When | went down stairs bcfo
~ breakfast found Henry making pm
IN zled scrutiny Of mysterious footprint
~ the unaccountable thing being that u
- on the steps there We're shown tho foe
n prints Of u man aud u woman, and wit
in the library the evidence OF fouinil