Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1897-08-26

closed. Well, had forgotten all about
1t last night, and after was undressed
Isaw my figure, clad in my white night
robe, reflected from the glass. You
women must have made me somewhat
nervous by your talk while making up
my bed. Anyhow, was trife fright
ened at my own shadow, and fred a bull
let at 1t, So, you see, no one tried to
kill me at all. 1t was only my own fool
ishness, of which I am heartily
ashamed. Now let me get some break
fast, and then Wen go all over the house
to satisfy you there can be nothing in
1t which could do me HARM"
said nothing about the voices I had
heard, nor OF the noise like the slam
ming of door. There was no use in
adding to the inexplicable feeling Of
alarm which my old nurse felt.
As for the man Mrs. Snyder had seen
after the shot fleeing down the road,
that was easily explained.
If my house had the reputation of be-
ing haunted, it was most likely passer-
by would have wings to his heels on
hearing the report Of a pistol about the
place.
After breakfast we went through the
house.
1 noticed that all the windows were
closed. Therefore it was no sudden gust
of air that caused the slamming of
door. But nothing was discovered
which would give one reason to suppose
there was anything unusual about the
place.
We finally came to the attic, and I
looked out of one of the small win
dows, first brushing away the curtain
of cobwebs.
From this height I could see over the
orchards. On the brow of Sunset Hill,
about half mile distant, was large
house, evidently quito new.
It was a splendid structure for the
country, and 1 fancied a wealthy resi-
dent Of the city had discovered the
beauties of Jacksonville and built him
a summer residence here.
"Whose place is that over on Sunset
HIP" l asked.
Some rich mans from de city," Sa-
rah answered.
"Do you know his name?" I contin-
ued, moved by curiosity.
"Vell, I did know. Ach, What is it,
now? forget eferysing soon," Sarah
replied.
Here Mrs. Snyder chimed in: Ellis
name is Morley"
"What?" I exclaimed. in amazement.
'NIorley? Sylvester Morley?"
81 toni know his first name," the old
widow answered,
''Has he a daughter? Is she here9"
eyes, and she so fine and prout. Ach,
and so prettyl Yes, she is here. Dey
live here now in de summer" continued
the old lady, glad for the opportunity of
imparting news. 81 see dem almost
efery day. Dey drife by. And him, de
man, ach, What fine shentlemanl So
tall and straight, such fine peard, and
he looks so prout, tool"
The garrulous old widows descrip-
ton satisfied me. My heart beat rap
idly. l had come into this secluded
place with no thought further from my
mind than that should find Miss Nor
ley here.
Was there n design of fate in this?
And-was she still my true love? Per-
haps 1 should see her; but remem-
bered my determination and my prom
Use to her father, and how far l still
was from removing the condition inn
posed on the renewal of our friendship,
and, hoped, our love.
This nfterthought filed me with an
impotence to commence some kind Of
investigation on my own hook.
l had had short interview with Mr..
Perry, the president of the bank, just
before my departure for Europe. 1t
had been most unsatisfactory to me,
for Mr.. Perry was able to hold out no
hope of immediate relief. He was just
as earnest, however. in advising me to