The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1893-01-13

I Iumbllng among crisp old parchments
in the adjoining room. In moment
it would return to pursue and proba-
bly, to catch her. Already she had
slipped off the surtout, pinned it about
the broom, tied her bonnet over it's
brush, and leaning it against the dim
moonlit window, there was created an
appearance very like her own had
been.
There were muffied steps; the ghost
was returning. Catching up her can
dle,she plunged into the dark throated
cave just as the door creaked and the
ghost entered, the parchment prophecy
rattling stiffiy in his hand.
81 have it; take it, and even in this
pale moonlight shall you see how in
letters of scarlet it relates to you,"
and the ghost stretched it toward her.
The figure he addressed made no re-
sponse, nor attempted to take the
parchment from him. Like twin ex-
clamation points the black ribbon ends
on the top of the bonnet rose stiff in
the breeze and seemed surveying him.
Take it, ] pray you," implored the
ghost, falling on his knees before the
silent figure, and still stretching the
prophecy toward the disguised broom.
With an ominous snap the ribbon
ends settled back upon the bonnet top.
Am | then to have no answer, sweet
mademoiselleP" questioned the ghost,
while the bonnet ribbons writhed and
twisted and fiattened again to their
place. Consider my prophecy; con-
slider my estate; consider the title;
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for you," and bringing its hands to-
gether, with an emphatic gesture of
appeal, the ghost unwittingly Jared
the broom, which toppled from it's
place and fell with a dull thud upon
the floor.
"Merciful heavens!' the ghost cried,
"what have we here? A broom, a
cloak and an old bonnet; the ghost
has been out-ghosted and mademoiselle
has fled; but it shall not be for long!"
And casting off the incumbering sheet
he sprang through the cave opening
and down the winding stone steps that
led to the underground passage.
Kenyon had retired at IL that even
ing, but not to rest or sleep. His Jest
ing upon ghosts with Katherine came
back to him. What if she should
really undertake the ghost raid he had
recommended9 He grew anxious and
finally, dressing. fastened to the land
it and rowed across the lake like
racer Twenty minutes later he was
laundering upon the castles oak door
with the brass-headed knocker
"Who comes at midnight" demand
ed a voice from window above, which
Kenyon recognized as belonging to Sir
Montetiore Sardineaux.
Kenyon now hesitated. His errand
seemed an absurd one in the orderly
stiffness of the rnoonlit night. Isis
Miss Katherine safe in her roomp" he
asked, at last.
AT this instant the castle door was
thrown wide open and katherine's
mother rushing out cried: Kenyon,
is it you? Oh! Kenyon, Katherine has
gone; | cannot find her; search for
her; search for her!"
Kenyon said not word. but run
ming toward the ghost tower, his
pocket lamp already lighted, he en-
tered first one room and then the
other, where he deserted the cloak. tile
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and not far beyond the sheet lying in
q ghost-suggesting heap. He stood
erect. He saw the cave-like opening.
He knew it all now. In twinkling
he was feeling his way down the rough
stone steps as she had done, and fol-
lowing the passage as it bent its way
around large rock, which lay in the
direct path, he heard the tapping of
the lake waves as they rose and fell
with foam-ruched edges about the far
ther end of the passage.
Closing his hands about his eyes and
peering keenly through the darkness,
he saw, silhouetted against the moon
lighted opening, Katherine escaping
the grasping arms of Philippe Sardin-
eaux and plunging into the water.
With bound Kenyon had sprung
along the passage and was at the open
ing upon the lake.
Here! I go to save her!" cried Phil
ippe SardineauS, casting his strong
arms about Kenyon.
Hands off, you crank" exclaimed
Kenyon, and in the desperate struggle,
one to hold. the other to escape, both
fell into the water.
The violence of the fall set Kenyon
free. Striking out toward Katherine,
he clutched her as she was about to
sink the third time, and carried her to
land saved.
Before morning the waves had laid
the poor, drowned body of Philippe
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