Connecticut western news., 1892-08-25
CANAAN, CONN.,, THURSDAY, AUGUST 25. 1892.

bug, my boy, and must and will be at the bottom of it."
 We proceeded to the house and into it, and into the library, where all was silent as we had quilted it.
 I lit the gas. Henry's first act was to survey his mothers portrait. Then he made search for the mysterious paper
 "It is gone," said he, in awed tones
 proposed that we should adjourn till morning, so that we could have daylight upon the subject.
 Immediately after breakfast Henry made for the library, and I followed him. .... 2.
 Just then we heard the piano struck by expert fingers in an adjoining room, and rich, low voice sing the notes of an air which I had never heard before. I felt that I could not listen to it and stand, so strangely did the melody float and finger, and futter and die away. Meantime Henry was wandering about the room.
 "What can have come over that poem, I wonder2' heard him say as he lifted an ink bottle, book, a decanter, and looked under them all in turn.
 "Wait moment for me-" said to him as I slipped out of the room and joined the musician. It was his sister, of course, and l joined her just as she concluded the in fernal or supernal melody, and know ing not what better to do requested her to favor me by repeating it.
 Do you like it?" she quickly asked.
 'It is a wonderful thing" returned. May I ask whose are the verses and who is the composer
 "The verses are my mothers and the music is my own"
 was stupefed.
 "Do you possess written copy of l themY'
 "No; but could not forget them. I feel so sorry sometimes, for have lost | the manuscript in her own handwrit- ing" Excuse me for asking, Miss Todd; but have you 8 copy of those verses in | your own handwriting"
 "I have not, MT. Winslow. I sing them from memory"
 "This is very extraordinary. 1 cer- | tainly read those verses in manuscript last evening"" "IndeedP' she exclaimed, looking at me curiously. "Most likely you heard me sing them late, and that may have cheated you into the idea. played and sung them last night"
 | My first proceeding when I reached my bedroom that night was to drink a glass of brandy, my next to unite a packet of fine starch powder, with which | had armed myself some hours before.
 A little later, when not sound was heard in the 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. I then seated myself in the chair which faced the hanging portrait of Henry's mother, and could see my own refiec- ton plainly in its glass front.
 Presently I detected series of slight sounds in the distance, as of some one astir. While my heated imagination was busily forging letters for my judg ment the library door opened slowly and the moving image of the portrait draped in white veil, made straight fo1 the curtained window, leaving in its wake at every step the white impress oi an unmistakable reality. I saw at once, of course, that it was Miss Todd who stood before me, but had planet been at stake could not have moved or spoken.
 She opened the window shutter very deliberately and the moonlight streamed into the room, transforming everything and imparting to her features and he1 figure an indistinct and shadowy beauty which was altogether spiritual and un vestured of decay.
 saw her take from fold of her thicl veil paper, which she read over in tn, full light. I could see her eyes-tha they wore look as if they saw nothing nearer than the land of darkness. Hel face was like the face of one who haf been dead.
 was trembling like leaf when tn, figure moved straight toward me, ane holding forth the paper said, in !, strange, far off pleasantness of voice:
 "Is it not very beautiful9 You ma, take a copy from it if you like, but d, not lose it again." ....
 started to my feet, and to my as tonishment did not startle the beauti ful sleeper, who had strode away a stately as she had come, leaving in m, hand the simple manuscript, which held fast, as if it might take wing.
 When I went down stairs befor breakfast found Henry making pug zled scrutiny of mysterious footprints the unaccountable thing being that up on the steps there were shown the foot prints of man and woman, and with in the library the evidence of feminin invasion only.
 The light was enabled to throw upol the matter brought smile to tn countenance of my friend that broaden ed presently into laugh.-B. P. in Ney York News.
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