The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1895-11-20

their faces with great clearness in the
moonlight, and have never forgotten
them. The girl was fair, with long
hair streaming down her shoulders,
and her lovely face was contracted
with mortal terror. The man was of
medium height, with low forehead,
q dark mustache and an expression
that reminded me grotesquely enough
of the trademark upon the Demon"
tennis rackets.
l was summoning up courage to
spring out of bed when the man
raised the hand that grasped the knife.
/ saw the weapon upliited above his
head. l saw the girl throw up her
hands is despair, and then thick
cloud passed over the moon and
placed my chamber in total darkness.
The next point in my memory fol-
lowing that awful scene was loud
hammering upon my door and Will
liam Howard's cheerful voice de-
mandng to know if l intended to
sleep all day. 1t was 9 o'clock upon
n clear October morning, and my bed
room looked as commonplace in the
daylight us though it had been situat-
ed in London hotel. l must con-
fess that / examined the sofa, but
found no traces of distu rbnnce, and /
dressed feeling ashamed of myself for
being frightened at an ordinary night
mare. A trashy ghost story of How
ards, walk around the corner by
candle light and an uncomfortable bed
were materials enough to furnish
twenty similar dreams, and l went
down TO breakfast resolved TO say
nothing of my experience.
During the morning we attempted
to work at our novel, but Howard was
fidgety and restless, with the result
that We accomplished very little.
After lunch we ordered trap from
the village inn to fetch Mr.. Grosven-
or's luggage from the station and went
there TO meet the train.
Mr.. Grosvenor was too poor to
keep carriage, his income being linn
tied TO the revenue from one or two
farms and his large garden. The sta
tion, however, was but half mile dis
tant, and the day being fine we should
have preferred to walk, even had we
been able TO ride.
The train came in, and Mr.. Grosven.
or shook hands with us and introduced
me 10 his daughter Upon looking
her in the face, was astonished to
see the exact counterpart of the dream
girl who had rushed into my bed
room.
Miss Grosvenor, who was very pret-
ty and vivacious, rallied me during the
evening upon my low spirits. l was
wondering if there has been anything
more than coincidence in my vision, to
which her appearance had given n
strong air of reality At all event
the murderer did not seem to have
place in this little drama, and l deter
mined for the present to hold my
tongue.
OF our stay need say nothing ex-
cept that Howard fell deeply in love
with our hosts daughter, but feared
to speak.
"Too poor" he said, hopelessly.
"Grosvenor will want son-in-law
able to lift the old house up bit"
Two years later 1 came home on
leave from India, in which country l
had obtained IN important post, and
remained for few days in town to
replonish my wardrobe before paying
few rounds of visits.
As was walking down Piccadilly
one morning / felt slap on my shoul-
der, and turning found myself face to
face with Howard.
"How go things with you?" l said
after mutual greetings had been ex.
changed Have you married Miss
Grosvenor yet?"
"No," he replied; 81 have had
no luck whatever in that quarter. She
is now engaged TO French Johnny
Her father is pretty well off now. The
railway was extended through his land
and he made shekels over tue trans
action. They are staying in town at
present. You had better call"
"Will You come with me?"
mo thanks. ! don't look well as