The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-02-08
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degs gave him the kihses-but they were
manufactured by the confectioner, com
posed of sugar colored green and spiceu
with cayenne pepper.
| How hurt and angry he was.-what
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 half 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 stones throw
beyond, the pretty Yorke cottage loom
ed through its surrounding elms and
naples. =, z-ss-..' Ays-i
1t was late in the evening. '2
The sky was black with lowering
clouds, and 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 a square structure of two
stories, with 4 steep gable roof which
had tall chimney at each end
Its caves projected in a quaint CASH
ion, and its ancient-looking windows
We're set with small diamOnd-shaped
panes of glass
The sides OF the building were not
alike in height; and the lower side front
ed thS road with q large and many
columned porch in the center,
Trevlyn was passing the old mansion
without Il glance when he was startled
by the most unearthly and diabOlical
yell he ever heard.
He could compare it 10 nothing but
that of an Infatuated hyena.
AS he stopped and stared at the build
ing, he saw it appeared to be filled
with wierd, dull light like that caused
by the Pickering of blue flame.
At the instant he was too much
amazed to wonder what might have pro-
duccd such an extraordinary manifesto
| ton.
Before he could collect his thoughts,
a white-shrouded shape appeared at
the quaint double window above the
porch
But it was no girlish figure with
| q lovely spiritual face and floating hair
like nettcd 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. Its face was hid
den.
Trcvlyn had barely noted this, when
the mysterious dull light suddenly CLAW
ed with a brilliancy which almost blind
ed his sight. The dazzling blush glow
seemed to concentrate itself around the
ghosuy shape, and in that binding and
fiery glare the figure seemed to rise
and float away.
AS 1t disappeared there was q second
| diabolical scream, louder and more I'M
earthly than the first Then the ell
tire building echoed with means and
laughter, with strange chickering's, and
with singular noises like the clanlxing
of chains, with rumbling and groans
and ratings, making altogether Il dem
onical dlscord more deafening 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 discord ended in
a hoarse outcry as if of mortal alright.
The strange, dazzling blue light was
abruptly eXtinguished. The silence and
darkness of a scpulcher 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 40 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. ! 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 man
bounded forth as if pursued by demons
At every headlong leap he glanced
fearfully behind him, shouting in terror
and gesticulating like frenzied maniac
Behind him trailed a 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
visago Of Horace Vincent.
"They are chasing me with ropes
to hang me! They say 1 killed her
Fools! | loved her. ! shut her IN be
cause she would have been stolen from
me had / left her with my foes" he
,, mumbled
!, A fearful thought darted through
Trcvlyn's brain
who did you shut up? Who il
thn
, Nincent?" he demanded as he seized til,
other by one shoulder.
With howl Of terror Vinccn
wrenched himself loose and fed, ant
Trevlyn knew then that the man wa
+ actually maniac.
: 'Tt was my darling he loved" tn
young fellow thought. Can it b,
!, possible that my Erminie has been hi
: captive in this house? And dead-oh
heaven! is my beloved deadT'
I In a few seconds he reached til
pretty cottage among the elms an
: naples, and aroused Erminies parents
I And in a few more moments the cXcit
: ed party were exploring the old Gamer
ole mansion with the lights they ha
n brought with them.
The lost bride was found in q garre
q room, which had been transformed int
+ the securest kind Of prison by tn
! mad captor of the unhappy girl. ]
o had no doubt been arranged for man
A days before she had been locked will
; in its walls.
# She was not dead, She had onl
/. swooncd, but the swoon was so Xix
death, that it was no wonder the ma
!. Vincent really believed her spirit ha
n departed.
s When she recovered her senses sh
t, was in her lovers tender arms, an
n tears wrlng from a strong man by tn