The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1895-08-29


blufi to visit the sunset, and the scene never
grows DID,"
"No doubt, were ! near enough. ! would
do the same"
You are the new editor at the village,
are you notsn she asked, with charming
childlike simplicity.
": m; my name is Allen Gray, and am
editor and proprietor of tho I,S'1i Rea.b-
lie. YOU live In the stone house on the hill,
do you notin
She started, q dea.h-liIIc pallor swept
over her face, and in confused manner she
answered; ~
Eyes, SIR"
1t was painfully EVIDENT that the stone
house on the hill was AZ unpleasant topic
to this young lady; therefore Allen deter
mined TO avoid it. He began praising the
beauties of the sunset sky, the grand old
forest and delightful fowcrs.
:" found some things to-day in Ely ram
bles," he at last said, land may be You can
tell me who is the owncr.n Ec drew
from his pocket the glove and lockot. do
you l.now whose these are.n
With glad smile upon her face she
came quickly to his side and said
!" They arc mine. The glove | lost this
morning: the loclSct WAS lost two weeks
ago. Where did you find thcin!n
He told her ali about fading them, and
then, both having rcgaincd their cQuanilni-
ty, they became absorbed III !. pleasant cen
vcrsation 1t seemed as if they had known
each other for years. Little heed WAS taken
Of the fight Of time. Twilight shades were
Iol. ~,
face of q full moon shining from a cloudless
summer sky. There was such strange
fascination about each of the other that
they did not notice Tat the stars were
winlking at them from TIC lea -cas above.
| When Allen asked what her name was
| another romcntary confusion seemed to
come over hcr, as she Gngwcrcd Be TIA Col
Inns bit by his admirable tact The confusion
was but inoncnt2ly, and she was discourse
| ing as pleasantly as before. Those mo-
nents seemed toposscss Il world Of pleasure
TO Allen and will never be blottcd from his
memory. This lonely creature, whose teauti-
full face and golden hair bathed in raoon-
| light seemed angelic purity itself, pro-
duccd such an effect upon HIM as to eoc-
trify and change his whole nature. The
dark mystery, which hung like pail above
her, seemed to only hciShten the charm
which made her so attractive.
Almost unconscicusiy they walked down
tho path to the garden gate. Allen knew
not Of what they talked, he only seemed to
realize that he was in the presence of one
on whose beauty he could feast his eyes
! forever, and to the music of whose voice
he would never grow weary of listening.
! Her disposition, when not frcighted with
a strange, mysterious dread, was happy,
and horlaughter fell likcripp inc music upon
his enraptured ear. But all things must
have an end, and this charm, delightful as
1t was, must be broken
They reached the point whcrc their paths
lay in different directions, one TO the gate Of
that great, gloomy old house, the other
around the enclosure to tho village.
must go m now" she said, her face
becoming just little clouded. g 1t is
growing quite late, and can not longer re-
main OUT
g ask your pardon if ! seem bold said
Allen, hoping to detain hor but moment
longer, Il ain very lonesome in the village;
there is so little congonal to my nature,
and IL hope we may see, each other occa-
sionally."
Alternating flashes of crimson and pallor
of death swept over her face, and in voice
almost choked with dread Or confusion, she
stammered
" Perhaps we shallr'
"Do you hope SOL" he asked, his face full
Of earnest eagerness.
"I-I-I don't know-I fear / do,p she
stammered, look of wild terror coming
| her 20, al, H., InJ
She left without another word He
watched her as she tripped lightly down
the path, and saw her occasionally press
her snow-whte handkerchief to her eyes
She reached the grim old garden gate
which she unlocked, and turned her white
face to him for o moment, waved an adieu
with her small jeweled hand, and passed IL
from his sight.
Allen heaved sigh as she disappeared
Dull, indeed, seemed the world when that
bright, sunny creature had shut herself
within those gloomy old walls. He wen,
slowly honeward, hardly able to tear him
self from that mysterious old castle-like
house, which had become SO wonderfully at
tractive to him.
eff she is one of the ghosts that haun,
that building would never be frightened
from it, he said, as he walked down the
hill to the village.
1t wac late, and the church bell was ring
ing for evening services when he reached
home He had been trained to regularity
in his attendance at church, so he FASTENED
away to the small house where the gool
people of Turkeys Point met to worship
Like most churches the members were mo-
all as good as they should have been, ant
even pretended to be.
There he saw Tom Simmons and Georg,
Strong, both belonging to tho same denomi
nation, who broke tho bread of life an,
slipped the emblem of the blood of the atone
mcnt on the holy Sabbath, and next day be
gan anew their hostilities and opposition u
each others plans.
Like one in the midst Of delightful
dream anu wholly oblivious to surround
ings, Allen sat throughout the entire ser
, mon. The preacher, lost in the log of hi
own argument, was striving TO wad
, through some mystical proposition, whicl
he did not clearly understand himself, an,
Allen might be excused from attempting 4
follow him.
, That night angels, with the swectes
songs mortal cars had evcc heard. hoverc,
over Allen Gray's bed. Masses of golde
hair and eyes of heavens OWE blue wer
about him One dearly beloved vision wa
nearer than any of the others. Her ANGEL
face had upon it an expression of ningic
pam and dread. In his greet fear OF losm
t her he stretched forth his handimploring he
TO remain. Reason, even an sleep, secinc
to say that it was only creation Of hi
| i,.lapinati0n result of N drenmin
t fancy quickencd by his recent interview
with the pretty girl from the mystenou
: house. 1t was the sad face Of Bertha, bu