Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-07-27

or TO me IL III Is cOldl Who makes II
cold2 1t is nice night to those who
never get out into any night at ALL
How bright the fagots in this little hole
Blaze on the hearth and warm the pictured
WALL
Did Campbell say that? Well, there are
no pleasures of hope for mel have NO
hope. What makes you stare at me sof
But oughtn't to speak so gruf1y; you
are woman and may help me. Tell
me, do you think me crazy2'
did not answer directly. 1t required
an evasive answer, and one SO framed
that she could not detect that 1t was
such. still kept my eyes upon her, and
said quietly: who said that you were
crazy? Take chair. want to talk
with YOU"
"Ha! ha! hal Just like l answered
you awhile ago. Well, I amt crazy,
though they say am. Ihave just broke
out of the madhouse. All! am good
hand at stratagem! There now, send
me backr'
"You need not fear me. / have no
reason for sending you any where. You
can stay here. You are no more crazy
than am"
A warm light came into her eyes at
those words, and with little persua-
sion got her to lie down on the sofa,
where she soon sank into q slumber. NY
thoughts were varied as gazed into that
face, pale and careworn, yet beautiful
still and framed in with its wealth of
raven hair. My life had been life of
toll and struggling and suffering. One
by one my relatives had passed into the
shadowy tomb, and just then there was
q great sorrow brooding In my heart,
but l felt thankful that, amid all, God
had still vouchsafed unto me my reason.
A prayer went up in that lone, quiet
room; the wind still howled dismally
without, but there was calmness in my
heart. parted the hair from her white
forehead, and there were tears in my
eyes as / watched her low, childish
breathing.
She remained Frustrated O week, sub
ject to attacks of insanity that ut times
really frightened us. Mr.. Ashley tool ae
much interest in her as did. and tn.
children often stole up to her room dur
Ing the daytime to ask how the strange
woman with the white face was, Just as
if the faces Of other women were not
white.
In week from the night upon which
she came to Abernthney Hall she died.
1t rained on that night, too; it rained on
the day We buried her; it rained on the
day she was married and no doubt on
the day she was born. So had been her
life, always listening to the ''fftful sigh
ing Of the rainl"
The rector was absent during the time
our strange visitor was sick. He re-
turned on the evening before she was
buried. heard him coming up into the
study. The crazy woman was lying in
her shroud In the room below, with
calm serenity upon her face and with
few choice hothouse flowers looped
among her dark curls. The kind hands
of little Carrie had done that.
The rector was somewhat startled
when he beheld me sitting in the study
instead Of Mr.. Ashley. He, however,
reached out his hand quite cordially.
you seemed troubled said.
II have much to trouble me, Jenny"
he said sorrowfully, "yet am still
thankful that God gives me strength to
bear it all. You have been writing?"
"Yes, was writing to you. 1t Is not
necessary now. You are wanted to off,
ciate at a funeral"
"Is 1t possible2 Any Of the parish
toner's dead2
''No, 1t is strange woman who died
here-o crnzv woman