Rocky Ford enterprise., 1896-03-05


once. A man OF his attraction to be
saubbcd as he had been. by a mere chit
Of girl. too!
II will ind means to tame her. when
once she Is mine." he muttered. by
heaven! but II will be rare sport to
break that fiery spirit! 1t 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 n
woman-a face framed in Jet black hair
md lit up by great black eyes bright
as stars. glanced through the mirk OF
Tie night.
Tho man gazed into the weird face.
and shook like leaf in the blast. His
arm sank nerveless to his side. palsied
by that frozen touch, his voice was SO
unnatural that he started at the sound.
My God! Arabel We're! Do the
dead come back!"
The great unnaturally brilliant eyes
seemed to burn Into his brain. Th.
cold hand tightcred on his arm. A
breath like wind freighted with snow
crossed his face.
Speak. for heavens sake" he cried.
Am l dreaming"
Remember the banks OF the Seine"
said a singnlarly sweet voice. which
sounded to Mr.. Paul Linmere as II 1t
came from leagues and leagues away.
When you sit by the side OF the living
love. remember the dead! 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 selt-possession was gone: he trenl-
Lied like the most abject coward. Only
for moment-and then. when he
looked again, the apparition had van
ished.
Good God" he cried, putting his
hand to his forehead. "Do the dead
indeed come back? I saw them take
her from the river-Oh, heaven! l saw
her when she sank beneath the ter
rifle waters! Is there hereafter, and
ices man sell his soul to damnation
who commits what the world calls mur-
der?"
He stopped under lamp and drew
out his pocketbook, taking therefrom a
soiled scrap of paper.
"Yes. have 1t here. Found drowned,
the body of woman. Her linen was
marked with the name of Arabel We're.
Another unfortunate No. 1 will not
read the rest. I have read 1t too often,
now. for my peace of mind. Yes, she
is dead. There is no doubt. 1 have
been dreaming tonight. Old Trevlyu's
vine was too strong for me. Arabel
We're, indeed! Pshaw! Paul Linmere,
you are an Idiot"
Not daring to cast look behind him
he hurried home, and up to his spacious
parlor on the second floor.
Linmere turned up the gas into a
flare, and, throwing off his coat, flung
himself into an armchair and wiped
the perspiration from his forehead. He
!ookcd about the room with half fright
ened. searching eyes. He dreaded soli-
tude. and he feared company, yet felt
The necessity of speaking to some one.
His eye lighted on the greyhound doz-
Ing on the hearth rug.
Leo, Leo" he called, come here.
sir"
The dog opened his eyes, but gave no
responsive wag Of the tail. You saw
OF once that though Leo was Mr., Paul
L'nmere's property, and lived with him
he did not have any attachment for
him.
Come here, sir" said Linmere, au-
thoritatively.
sun the animal did not stir. Linmere
was nervous enough to be excited to
anger by the veriest trifle, and the
logs disobedience aroused his rage.
curse the brute!' he cried; and
putting his foot against him, he sent
MIN spinning across the room. Leo did
net growl, or cry out, but his eyes
eieamed like Goals. and he showed his
white teeth with savage but impotent
hatred. 1t was easy to see that IL he