The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-06-17

charmed at the beam Of sunshine which
at that moment poured into the ROOM
I answered in quite a different tone OF
voice:
well, 1t is morning now and matters
look very different by daylight. Per
haps no one did come to my door. A:
all events will try to think So"
Before I was quite dressed Miss
Knollys came for me. She looked
tired, but not so careworn as / expect
ed; indeed there seemed to be a slight
/ lifting Of the shadow that had been on
the brow the day before. Seeing it,
became puzzled again and resolving to
! ignore the night entirely, greeted her
| pleasantly and scarcely changed color
| when she said:
Matilda tells me you did not sleep
we'll in spite Of my assurances. Is that
80, Miss Grant?"
1T Is SO and 1t isn't So" laughed;
| Il slept some and l was awake some,
but that was to be expected in q strange
house. But feel very we'll this morn
Ing. better than Lucetta, I fear. hear
that she was quite Ill in the night"
"Lucetta has heart complaint" an
swered Miss Knollys, with a curious
tone Of decision in her voice. But you
will find her sitting in her usual place
at table this morning."
And did.
had determined on rising to cut my
visit short and leave the house before
the day was out. But as the hours
went by I found this becoming more
and more difficult. The girls showed
me SO much kindness, and the brother
such new interest that common graft
tude kept me from showing the extent
OF my feelings by a sudden departure.
Besides these feelings had become
much modified by the sunny aspect of
the day and by long drive which
Lucetta had given me In the early fore
noon. The man whom they called Big
Bob had brought round the horse, and
thus having seen all the members Of
the family alive and well, I felt sure
that the horror Of the night had indeed
been but dream and that 1t would be
both unwise and ridiculous to dwell
any longer on what perfectly sane
mind would dismiss at once.
Yet when the shadows began to
lengthen and found that no change
had been made In my apartment, and
that was likely to sleep again in that
remote room, ! felt a decided return Of
yesterdays apprehension.
Miss Knollys, whose face had grown
graver as the evening advanced. showed
that she appreciated my secret dread,
and, with glance at her sister, put
her arm round me as she led me down
the hall. saying that on the morrow
she would be able to make different
arrangements. II would only excuse
her for this one more night.
returned her embrace and answered
as suitably as my fears would allow:
and making great effort over myself.
did succeed In falling asleep much more
quickly after her departure than rhad
anticipated.
But l was not to rest The horrors
OF my snort stay In this house were not
yet over, and sometime in the night. I
never knew at what hour, was again
awakened by the sound of a gliding
step. hand on. the lock, and the turn
ing OF the key. which, for the second
time made me q prisoner.
SO all that I had suffered the night
before had not been a dream! Some
thing strange, something which they
feared to have me witness, was going
on In this house Of seemingly innocent
young people. What could 1t be, and
what connection would the events Of