The record-union., 1894-06-30

led from this to the ground ana q narrow
passage penetrated the inn. INTO TINS
passage | slowly crept my hands ieelng
the way. They soon touched uprlgnt
oaken bars, and slipping between, struck
tiny panes of glass.
q The next instant | was both termed
and astounded. heard the landlord ana
his ferocious dog moving about within
the ground story below and-my hanas
were clutched and held by other hands;
hands dainty and warm as those OF my
loves, while a pathetic, desperate WIS
per reached my ears:
I'm Gods name!-rescue me from tnls
placep'
81 will! l will! But quick. now! BE
wholly on implicitly obeying me and not
speaking above your breath. Take your
hands from minelo
l had part of an oaken chair leg l had
brought from my room. With TINS
softly pried the lower end of two bars
from their fastenings and put them back
in place.
Here! Put your hands on these. Can
you get through this place?'
"Yes, yes, yesi Shall 1 come now?"
impossible! Have you any manner
OF timepiece where you are?"
''Yes. my watch"
GOOD! Appear to be quiet and asleep
until morning. Make no further sound.
At exactly half-past seven O'Clock steal
out through this opening; descend the
stairs; L Will engage the landlords atten-
ton in the courtyard; skulk along the
inn wall through the open field; follow
the wall and hedge beyond, which leads
to within a few 1eet OF the railway sta
ton; crouch down there any way so as to
escape notice, and lie there quietly until
you hear the whistle OF the train-due
from Darlington at seven-fifty."
Yes, yes, yes!n
81 will be at the station with two first
class bookings for Kirby Stephen or Car
Isle. The instant the train halts step
with assurance into any compartment
you see empty, or nearly SO. | VIII fol-
low you and render any additional as
sistance necessary. Do you fully COM
prehend all? Will you absolutely follow
my directions?'
''Yes! In heavens name, yes. Go
away instantly. Some one is comingn'
A thrill that almost maddened me with
past recollections was in that last hand
clasp. | slipped from the narrow passage
way; almost bounded up the rickety
stairs; gained the caves in safety and was
peering and listening into the darkness
below as faint flush of lightning glm-
merlng above hag-haunted Stanemoor
disclosed the vlllalnOuS landlord and his
savage dog on the first landing in the
dark area below. He stood club in hand
listening. The storm was in my own
and the Unicorn ghosts favor. He had
heard nothing unusual, and, after grum-
blingly prodding the wiser animal than
himself beside HIM, returned within to
his vigils or his bed, while l hastily
scrambled over broken tiles, among rats
and through cobwebs 10 my room
strangely, almost wildly, stirred by the
extraordinary adventure, but gratified
that | had at last discovered live ghost
worth at least two columns for the jour
nal had Of late SO poorly served.
! The morning seemed an age in coming.
At last the landlord appeared. May l be
! forgiven for the tremendous break fast |
ordered for ten O'Clock, on the plea that
was TO take an early train over to Kirby
Stephen and return for my camera and
luggage ,, n ;.
! gaily, tossing him a sovereign, make it
! breakfast for two. That ghost of yours
! kept me awake all night. With your
! permission l will breakfast with her!"
! He looked at me quizically and shook
| bis head. In i've minutes more | was
! standing beside etrain at Bowes Sta
! ton. / was ablaZe with excitement lest
| the ghost of the Unicorn might fail me.
! No. The slender form of yelled woman
! glided across the tracks, ran up the sta
| ton steps ana IN an instant had entered a
compartment of the train. / stepped
swiftly within the same compartment
! For moment | was needless OF the
! ghost for Lord Neville, portmanteau in
hand, sprang from the train, just as it
was moving out. | leaned from the win
dow and shook my clenched fist at him.
He turned with livid face, jumped for the
/ foot-guard of the last carriage, missed it,
struck the moving train and was hurled
back insensible upon the platform.
l heard a shrek behind me. A long,
| fair arm pointing to his PROSTATE form.
quivered by my side, while voice I
knew beside my face cried out:
"That-thdt is the man who imprisoned
mel"
We were in each others arms, Robena
Hardie and /. in another instant; our
radiant faces were both at the window at
Kirby stephen, where our train did not
halt, that we might wildly call out to old
John Brunskill, fling him his guinea and
excitedly pantomime that the ghost of
! dead old Bowes was beside me; but now
| that / possess such extraordinary mate
rials for a ''speciaP' on ghosts for our
journal, my confusion over it's personal
character and my ecstatic happiness will
prevent me, at least for time, from
placing them coherently together.
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