Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1893-01-17

sss If to get the prophecy
In that second Katherine contrived to.
escape Not through the door and past
him into the passageway, with . loud
shrek not through the naIrow window
back of her. with It's height of many
yards from the ground. but through the
cave.lise opening IN the wal. for it led.
to free air and outdoors, as the fresh.
breezs blowing steadily upon her seemed
to prove,
She listened, The ghost was still
fumbling among crisp old parchments in.
the adjoining room. IN moment It
would return to pursue and probably
to catch her. Already she had slipped
OF the suTtout pinned 1t about the
broom, tied her bonnet over the brush.
and. leaning it against the dim moonlit
window, there was created an appear
ance very like her own had BEEN.
There were muiIied steps; the ghost
she plunged into the dark throated cave
just as the door creaked and the ghost
entered, the parchment prophecy rat
Ting stifiy in his hand.
Lit have; take it, and even in this
pale moonlight shall you see how in let
ters 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 parch-
ment from him. Like twin exclamation
points the black ribbon ends on the top
of the bonnet rose stiff in the breeze and
seemed surveying him.
Take 1t, pray you" implored the
ghost, falling on his knees before the si-
lent figure, and still stretching the
prophecy toward the disguised broom.
With an olninous snap the ribbon ends
settled back upon the bonnet top.
g Am 1 then to have no answer, sweat
madenoisellef. questioned the ghost,
while the bonnet ribbons writhed and
twisted and hRttened again to their
place.
Consider my prophecy; consider my
estate; consider the title; consider my
heart. SO filled with love for you, and
bringing its hands together with an em.
phatic gesture of appeal, the ghost un,
Willingly Jared the broom, which top
pied from its place and fell with dull
thud upon the floor.
Merciful heavens r. the ghost cried,
Ale4N o VIC QA0Vklt . GAltAAe
and an old bonnet; the ghost has been
outghosted and mademoisells has fed !;
but it shall not be for longP' and cast.
ing off the encumbering sheet. he sprang
through the cave opening aud down the
winding stone steps that led to the un.
derground passage.
Kenyon had retired at eleven that
evening. but not to rest or sleep. His
jesting upon ghosts with Katherine came
back to him, What If she should really
undertake the ghost raid he had recon-
mendedf He grew anxious, and finally
dressing, hastened to the landing, un-
fastened his boat. jumped into 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 midnightf' demanded
voice from a window above, which
Kenyon recognized as belonging to Sir
Montefore Sardineaux. d
Kenyon now hesitated. His errand
seemed an absurd one in the orderly
stiffness of the moonlit night. Isis
Miss Katherine safe in her rcomf' he
asked, at last
At this instant the castle door was
thrown wide open and Katherine's
mother, rushing out cried: q Kenyon 10
It you3 Obi Kenyon. Katherine has
gone; I cannot find her, search for her ;
search for herl"
Kenyon said not word, but running
toward the ghost tower, his pocket lamp
already lighted, he entered first one
room and then the other, where he de.
scried the cloak. the bonnet, the broom,
the candle-stick, and not far beyond the
sheet lying in ghost.suggesting heap.
he stood erect.
BE saw the cave-IiIce opening. he
knew IL all now. In twinkling he was
feeling his way down the rough stone
steps as she had done, and following the
passage as it bent it's 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
sage.
Closing his hands about his eyes and
| peering keenly through the darkness he
| saw silhouetted against the moon. lighted
opening Katherine escaping the graspina
arms OF Philippe sardineaux and plung.
ing into the water.
With bound Kenyon had sprung
along the passage and was at the open,
ing upon the lake.
"HereI I go her to sayeF' cried
Philippe Sardineaux. casting his strong
arms about Kenyon.
I" Hands OFF. you crank" exclaimed
Kenyon, and in the desperate struggle
one to hold, the other to escape, both fel
into the water.
The violence Of the tall ret Kenyon
free Striking out toward Katherine. h
clutched her as she was about to sink th,
third time and carried her TO land, saved
Before morning the waves had laid th,
poor, drowned body of Philippe Sardi
neaux upon the shore. Chicago News