The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-10-03

MdTsle 10 IAN az
once. a man Of his attraction to be
snubbed as he had been, by a mere chit
OF n girl, too!
Il will find means to tame her, when
once she is mine he muttered. by
heaven! but it will be rare sport to
break that fiery spirit, Il will make
me young again
Something white and shadowy bound
his path. A spectral hand was laid on
his arm, chilling like ice, even through
his clothing. The ghastly face OF a
woman-a face framed in jet black hair
and lit up by great black eyes bright
as stars, g,anceG through the mirk o,
the night.
The man ga2ej ir.o tho weird face,
ana shook like leaf in the blast. His
arm sank nerye.ess 10 his side, palsed
by tina. frozen touch, his voice was so
unnatural that he started at the sound.
Ny Go3! Arabel We're, Do the
dead come back
The great uana-uraliy brilliant eyes
seemed to burn into his brain. The
cold hand frightened on his arm. A
breath like wind freightei with snow
crossed his face
Speak, for heavens sake" he cried.
Am | dreamiAg?"
'Remember the banks Of the Seinew
said singula-!y sweet voice. which
sounded to Mr.. Paul Linmere as II IL
came from leagues and leagues away.
When you sit by the side OF the living
love, remember the deail Think OF
the dark rolling river. and Of what its
waters covered.
He started from the strange pres
ence, and caught at a post for support.
His self-possession was gone. he trem-
bed like the most abject coward. Only
for a mOment-aEd then when he
looked again, the app2rltioa had van
ished.
Good Cod he cried. putting his
hanl to his forehead Do the dead
indeed come back? 1 saw them take
her from the river-Oh, heaveni | saw
her when she sank beneath the te.-
rible waters Is there a hereafter. and
does q man sell his soul 10 damuation
who commits what the world calls muir
der?"
He stopped under a lamp and drew
out his pocketbook. taking therefrom a
soied scrap Of paper.
yes, I have it here. Found drowned.
the body of a woman. Her linen Was
marked with the name OF Arabel We're.
Another unfortunate No, will not
read the rest. have read 1t too often,
now. for my peace Of mind. Yes. she
is dead. There is no doubt. | have
been dreaming tonight. Old Trevlyn's
wine was too strong for me. Arabel
We're. indeed Pshaw, Paul Linmere
you are an IDIOT
Not daring to east a look behind him
he hurried home. and up to his spacious
Darlor on the second floor.
Llnmere turned mp the gas into a
fare. and, throwing off his coat. flung
himself into an armchair and wiped
he perspiration from his forehead. lie
looked about the room with half fright
.ned. searching eyes. He dreaded sol
tude, and he feared company. yet felt
he necessity OF speaking To some one.
His eye lighted on the greyhound doz-
ing on the hearth rug.
Leo, Leo" ne called, come here,
sir"
The dog opened his eyes, but gave no
responsive wag OF the tail You saw
al once that though Leo was Mr.. Paul
Linmere's property, and lived with him.
he did not have any attachment for
him.
Come here, SIR said Linmere, au-
thoritatively.
Still the animal did not stir. Linmere
was nervous enough to be excited 10
anger by the veriest trifle, and the
dogs disobedience aroused his rage.
Curse the brutew he cried; and
putting his foot against him, he sent
him spinning across the room. Leo did
not growl. or cry out, but his eyes
cleaned like Goals. and he showed his
white teeth with savage but impoteni
hatred. II was easy to see that IL n