The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-15

any further light was thrown upon the
mystery. AT the beginning OF September,
DIR. Hatfield was asked down as usual to
Barclay for the partridge shooting. The
brilliant novelist Mrs. Mango Marks, also
as usual, formed one Of the house party.
Upon DR.. Hatfeld's arrival his hostess
took the first opportunity of drawing him
aside and saying to him in low voice:
DIR. Hatfield, we thought you would not
mind-for we know that you were above
empty supersttion-and so (the house be-
room-the one that used to be dear
Queenies. II has not been occupied since
that dreadful night-eighteen months ago.
But you Will not mind, will your
Mind, my dear Mrs. Jackaby?" ex-
claimed the doctor. Indeed, mol Haunted
rooms do not exist nowadays Besides, -
he added with tender ring in his voice,
which brought tears to Mrs. Jackaby' s
eyes, "eVen II II were otherwise, the APP
partition Of that pure, sweet angel would
be true delight to me- | only wish that
appearance"
Mrs. Jackaby pressed his hand, and
then turned aside to converse with other
guests. No more passed between them
on the subject.
When DR.. Hatfield went to bed that
night the moon was shining brightly.
Following his usual healthy practice, he
drew up the blind and threw open the
window, letting in fresh rush of good
night air. He then sprang into bed and
How long he had slept he did not know,
when he was suddenly awakened by a
slight noise, as of his door latch being
turned. He sat up in bed and rubbed his
eyes. The moonlight in the room made
1t as bright as day. He was not deceived.
the room, with a slow and stately move
ment, walked a slight figure. II was a
lady in her night dress, and the lady was
Mrs. Mango Marks. DR.. Hatfield could
From its fixed, tense expression, from
the straight, staring look of those wide
open eyes, he at once detected the truth.
She was walking in her sleep.
She advanced to the center Of the room.
stood there for moment or two, as If ir-
resolute, then moved, with quickened
elld watched her with the keenest inter-
est. A sudden idea now flashed, in a
moment, across his perceptive mind.
/ She stood at the side of his bed. She
took up one Of his pillows. DR.. Hatfield
/ slipped stealthily out on the other side.
Holding the pillow aloft with her two
/ lar to DR.. Hatfield's ear. He had read
/ them dozen times in the manuscript OF
/ that remarkable story.
You shall not have him. You shall not
/ take him from me. Yes, smile on, baby
| face. Sleep on-sleep on forever. Thus
\ thus!
/ low down upon the bed and held IL firmly
/ there. She pressed upon 1t with her
whole weight. For full five minutes she
never moved nor relaxed the heavy pres
turned rapidly away and glided noise
/ lessly from the room.
Dr. Hathelds keen intelligence had al
/ ready taken in the truth. The explana-
/ ton of the mystery now stood revealed.
| 1t was her hand, beyond a doubt, that
/ in the Inconsistencies Of the sleep-walk-
| er-had caused poor Queenie's death. The
I story that she was writing that night
must so have worked upon her over-tired
brain that It drove her, in her hours
/ Of slumber to enact in practice the tragic
| scene which was WILDLY revolving in her
| mind at the time when she fell asleep.
/ Tonight it was evident that the recur-
| renee Of the same local surroundings,
| acting on an imaginary nature, had
| caused a reproduction Of her former I'M
| conscious act and thus had brought about
4 this startling explanation.
The Duke and Duchess of Marlborough
are expected to arrive in ENGLAND about