The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-07-25

any benefit She became so dan
gerous that he did not trust any
OF the servants 10 take her
food, but attended her constantly him
self. And singularly enough, with him
! she was always gentle and pliable She
never yielded 10 one OF her paroxysms
I in his presence Ii was pitiful 10 see
how her wan face would light up at
his coming, and her great eyes lose
their restless brilliancy and grow soft
and almost tender. She talked TO him
confdingly. as little child might; al
ways OF things long past. incidents con-
nected with her childhood She told
him plaiutive stories OF the brooks she
had played beside, the birds nests she
had found and the nice books she had
read. She used to beg for flowers, and
he brought them 70 her In lavish pro
fusion. and she would Irvine the red
roses and the white lilies in her black
hair, and fasten knots OF them upon her
bosom. All memory OF the dark two
years just past seemed to have fed from
her; she never alluded TO any past save
that which crowned the years of her
childhood. But if stranger ventured
into her presence, then all was changed.
IL was frightful TO see her. Her eyes
became like livid Goals, her fair face
purpled, her pale lips were drawn away
from the sharp, white teeth. and she
took on all the form of an infuriate
demon.
1t was the first OF September-a wild
night of storm and wet Ralph had re-
tired early, but there was no sleep for
him. He had fallen into kind Of wax
ing dream, when he was aroused by
what seemed TO him like the stealthy
closing OF door He started up and
listened. but all was still. save the roar
Of the waves on the beach aud the
thunder Of the wind in the chimneys.
He must have been deceived. he said TO
himself. He was absolutely getting
weak and nervous. He lay back and
composed himself TO sleep. But in vain.
He thought Of Imogene Perhaps he
had forgotten 70 secure her door prop
erly when he took up her supper He
sprang out of bed, threw on a dressing
gown, and hurried up to the third
story. He tried the door. II was fast.
He listened at the keyhole. All within
was quiet. He FASTENED back TO his
chamber and flung himself down on the
bed. He was falling into a state OF
when he heard
Quito howl dolorously. Since the con-
hnement Of Imogene the dog had been
suffered to 90 az large. as he showed
no disposition to be quarrelsome. There
was something in that midnight wall
that grated Ominously on the nerves
OF Mr.. Trenholme. He was not a su-
man, but il always startled
him 70 hear dog howl at night.
He rose again, and dressed himself
in haste And led by some uncontrol-
liable impulse, he stepped into the pas
sage. walking up the corridor until he
came opposite the door Of the haunted
chamber. There he stopped. He could
not well dc otherwise. A bright glare
)f light shot through the keyhole. and
be heard a strange, rushing sound with
m. He tried the handle. IL turned
)ut the door was secured on the inside.
with one blow Of his foot he sent it
shattered from the hinges; and stood
by the sight he beheld.
Before the great mirror dressed in
he bridal robe OF the dead Marina. her
black hair covered with the blood
stained veil, and wreathed with the
AIDED orange flowers, stood Ifnogene.
Her dress left her neck and arms bare.
md they literally blazed with jewels;
he diamonds that for years had been
he pride OF the Trenholmes. Her |
heeks were crimson with strange ex- |
element, her eyes blazed like stars.
Nj around her she had piled everything |
u combustible nature that the room |
ontatned, and she was surrounded by |
moke and flame. Even as he looked. |
Ter light dress was a mass OF fire. He |
prsng forward, but she waved him
Jack
Keep off, all Of you she cried. Il |
m TO be married, Don't murder me on |
ny bridal day! See! the flames are my |
Wedding garments, and my jewels are
oals of living fire.
He rushed toward her. tearing away /
he blazing obstacles that interviewed
'etween them, but even as he laid his
and upon her, she fell forward into
he surging sea Of fire, and then the
moke and flame closed over every
hing.
Ralph's loud cry OF horror brought
he servants to the spot, and the flames
we're stayed: but when they lifted I'm
gene up, she was past all aid. In this
'orld she would never suffer more.
They buried her In the old graveyard
y the sea, and with her they buried
er great crime. IL was never after
mentioned in the family.
(The end
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