The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1893-11-18

How well he remembered one wild
gallop in the early days Of their love,
when he and his darling had raced
for, kisses.
He won the race, and his saucy god
dess gave him the kisses-but they We're
manufactured by the ~confectioner, COM
posed of sugar colored green and spiced
with cayenne pepper.
How hurt and angry he was!-what
a ridiculous quarrel they had!-and how
sweet was the making up!
Alas! those happy days were over.
And where was she, his idol, his
pride, the dearer bali of his own soul?
Busy with his own sad thoughts,
Trevlyn unconsciously turned into the
road which passed the old Camerole
mansion, while less than a stones throw
beyond, the pretty Yorke cottage loom
ed through its surrounding elms and
naples. ,.
1t was late in the evening.
The sky was black with lowering
clouds, and a faint, chill wind made a
sort of Aeolian music to the night.
In the black obscurity of the old
Camerole mansion looked peculiarly for
bidding and unread; like a spectral
shadow rather than an actual building
Of solid stone!
1t was Il square structure OF two
stories, with a steep gable roof which
had a tall chimney at each end.
Its caves projected in Il quaint fash
ion, and it's ancient-looking windows
were set with small diamOnd-shaped
panes Of glass.
The sides of the building were not
alike in height; and the lower side front
ed the road with n large and many
columned porch in the center.
Trevlyn was passing the old mansion
without a glance when he was startled
by the most unearthly and diabolical
yell he v heard.
He could compare it to nothing but
that Of an Infatuated hyena.
AS he stopped and stared at the build
ing, he saw it appeared to be filled
with a wierd, dull light like that caused
by the Pickering of blue fame.
At the instant he was too much
amazed to wonder what might have pro-
duced such an extraordinary manifesto
ton.
Before he could collect his thoughts,
a white-shrouded shape appeared ut
the quaint double window above the
porch.
But it was no girlish figure with
a lovely spiritual face and floating hair
like netted moonshine, as the poetical
paragraph of the local paper had de-
scribed it.
1t was of more than mans ordinary
stature; while the broad shoulders and
the length Of the extended arm were
distinctly masculine. It's face was hid
den.
Trevlyn had barely noted this, when
the mysterious dull light suddenly glow
ed with q brilliancy which almost blind
cd his sight. The dazzling, BLUSH glow
seemed to concentrate itself around the
ghostly shape, and in that binding and
fiery glare the figure seemed to rise
and float away.
AS it disappeared there was a second
diabolical scream, louder and more un-
earthly than the first. Then the en-
tire building echoed with means and
laughter, with strange chickering's, and
with singular noises like the clanking
of chains, with rumbling and groans
and ratings, making altogether a dem
Onical discOrd more d%eafening and
grewsome than anything evr described
or imagined.
Duncan Trevlyn stared and listened.
fascinated, yet hardly crediting his own
senses.
But all at once the discurd ended III
a hoarse outcry az if of mortal alright.
The strange, dazzling blue light was
abruptly extinguished. The silence and
darkness of a sepulcher settled upon
everything.
Young Trevlyn felt none Of the ter
ror which a superstitious person would
have experienced. But he was mysti-
fed as any one would have been.
Perhaps the old house is used as a
place Of deposit for stolen goods" he
thought; land these ghostly noises and
lights, and the phantom figure, were
devised SO people would shun the prem
Uses. 1 have heard of such things being
done for that purpose"
The thought had scarcely fitted
through his brain when the front door
within the porch was suddenly opened
with precipitate violence, and q man
bounded forth as if pursued by demons.
At every headlong leap he glanced
fearfully behind him, shouting in terror
and ~gesticulating like a frenzied maniac.
Behind him trailed q large white sheet,
which had become entangled in some
way with his clothing.
AS he neared the gate. Trevlyn be-
held the ungainly: figure and crafty
visage of Horace Vincent.
"They are chasing me with ropes
to hang me-! They say I killed her.
Fools! l loved her. / shut her up be-
cause she would have been stolen from
me had I left her with my foes" he
mumbled. "
A fearful thought darted through
Trevlyn's brain.
Who did yot shut up? Who is
dead? What's the matter with you,
other by one shoulder.
With a howl of terror Vincent
wrenched himself loose and fed, and
actually a maniac.
young fellow thought. Can it be
possible that my Erminie has been his
captive in this house? And dead-oh,
heaven! is my beloved deady"
In O few seconds he reached the
pretty cottage among the elms and
naples, and aroused Erminie's parents.
And in a few more moments the excit-
ed party were exploring the old Gamer
ole mansion with the lights they had
brought with them.
The lost. bride was found in asgarret
room, which had been transformed into
the securest kind Of q prison by the
mad captor Of the unhappy girl. 1t
had no doubt been arranged for many
days before she had been locked with
in it's walls.
She was not dead, size had only
sWooned, but the swoon was SO like