The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1892-07-20

"He has the instincts as well as the
bearing of born gentleman" she whis-
pered to her brother. "Who would
think that his ancestors had always sold
cinnamon and nutmegsP'
Uncle Dorival, who read cyclopedias
and was thought very learned, retorted
quickly:
"And why should he not have as fine
sentiments as noblemanF Away with
your absurd notions, sister, All men
are equall'
The clock struck Q, and Saint Andre
suddenly felt pang of remorse for the
part he was playing, as he recollected
that he had to arrange for his friends
burial and would be expected at the
hotel. He therefore rose from the table,
and announcing that he had important
business to attend to, prepared to leave.
His host protested in vain, Sylvia looked
up in blank ainazement and every one
entreated him to remain.
II do not understand" began the old
man, following his visitor to the front
door. The young man interrupted him,
saying solemnly;
81 will explain. At II o'clock this
morning died, after short and sud
den attack of collie, and gave the hotel
proprietor my word Of honor that my
body should be removed this afternoon.
You see, therefore, that if / were to alb
sent myself any longer it would be very
awkward With these words he dis
appeared, leaving the old father over
whelmed with amazement.
When the rest of the family heard
what had been said they decided that
the youth was joking.
HE has humor," said Uncle Dorival.
81 shall congratulate him the next time
see him. He will be here in time for
supper"
But supper time came end passed, and
there was no sign of the son-in-law. The
family became anxious and alarmed,
and toward 8 O'clock they sent mes
senger to the hotel to inquire for the
passenger who had arrived there by
coach that morning. The proprietor
sent back word that the gentleman
named had died at II o'clock of collie,
and that the body had been taken away
for burial in the afternoon. This news
was received with unbounded astonish-
ment, and little Sylvia burst into tears
as she declared that she would wear
mourning as if she were widow.
at was his ghost that came here, y
said the girls mother in tone Of awe,
but Uncle Dorival shrugged his Shout
ders.
''Do ghosts eat and drink as he did,"
he asked. "That fellow was merely
some young scapegrace who wanted to
play a trick on us and get good meal
at the same time" Nevertheless the
ghost story went the round of the serv-
ants hall, and the footmen boosted of
having seen spirit in broad daylight.
The tale spread until it became sub
ject of wonder in boudoirs and drawing
rooms, and the fair young widow who
had never been married wore black
gown and veil and shed passionate tears
for the affianced husband whom she had
seen but once.
Two weeks later she was wandering
about the garden one evening, listening
sadly to the songs OF the nightingales.
The stars were shining brilliantly, but
the sight Of their beauty only served to
increase her sorrow.
"Alasi" she sighed, ''if he were but
here to stroll with me along these path
waysr'
AS she spoke cracking of boughs
near her made her start with ter
ror, and in another instant a man
broke through the Towering shrubs and