The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-12-11
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the chip during the day, / ahau't sleep
here again If I know myself, lcall it
ghost or what you will
With this ho picked up a lantern
and descended 70 bis boat that lay
alongside.
"rhen shall spend the night here
aud lay your ghost for you, / said.
you'll greatly obligo me If you
will. " he returned, "though I'll be
blowed If / think you succeed. Good
evening Mr. Raymond. I'll drop
alongside early in the morning and
SEQ how you have Jared. There's the
key to my cabin" he added, tossing
the key upon tho deck.
His oars dipped into the water and
he was gone.
pusk was already setting over the
water. took a seat on the deck and
liz a cigar, and began running over in
my mind some Of the events that had
befallen me since my arrival in Cor
sicn.
For more than three months had
been staying IN the romantic little
island, finding a restiul charm in its
quietseclusion that was a pleasing con-
trast to the life had been spending
for the past two years in the gay CAPT p
tai Of the restless and pleasure-loving
French.
For the amateur artist the quaint
little city will furnish many subjects
for tue pencil and brush, and had
made good my opportunities since my
arrival.
The most priced among my collee-
ton was the portrait of Yeda, the
little Corsican fruit seller. There was
something fascinating in every pose,
and the dark beauty Of her face had
drawn me to her as if by some subtle
witohery.
One evening, as was strollinG
through the streets, I heard a cry 0.
mortal terror come from the court o
a ruined building where several poo
families had taken their abode, an'
entering hastily, l perceived an age
woman, a withered bag, with uplifte'
knife, in the act of striking a girl VIII
was crouched in the corner Of th
wall.
struck the knife aside, and tn
would-be murderess fed, leaving m
face to face with Veda, the intende
victim.
She only paused q moment to pres
kiss upon my hand then she slippe
through a gap in the wall and wa
gone. That was the last I had seel
of her.
To my inquiries regarding he
whereabouts l received no informatio
excepting bit of her past histor
which told me that she had belonge
to wealthy and influential famil.
and that she had received a fnishe
education. But reverses had com'
her father had fallen victim to
dreadful vendetta, and she had final
been left penniless orphan.
was deeply interested in her, b
} no one could give me the slighte
, clue as to whittier she had fed.
Still / had fingered about the plaC
used to see her. Was / in love wi
1 the little Corsican beauty?
Her face would come before I
mental vision asleep or waking, brir
b ing a sweet sensation had never
fore experienced; and yet tried
dismiss her from my mind.
1t was about eleven o'clock whel
d stretched myself upon the cot VIII
n Muggins had placed upon the de-
Is fell asleep soon after, and dream
l. OF Muggins's ghost
q It seemed that some strange pr
st ence came to me-a woman, beauti
1t beyond any dream; and just as
d reached out to touch her she vanish
rs leaving only faint odor Of SO
ID strange, sweet perfume. aw'
n, suddenly with that inexplicable ser
er ton that sometimes tells us of the
as seen presence OF another.
be sat up and looked about me
an vague bewilderment. The moon