The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1897-05-13

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And you expect me to believe al
this?'
Most assusedly do"
''Do you believe it yourselfe"
Yes; with one single qualification.
Yes-most enphatically, yes"
'.And what, pray, was the qualifca-
ton you mentioned?"
1T was just this, Willie: that he
saw the face, l do in my heart believe;
but then it was not his poor mothers
face, but his own! He thought she
was looking over his shoulders, with
her great sorrowful eyes and tremb
ling lips; and without stopping to
fathom the mystery; fed for bis life"
well; ard what then?"
"Well, then Mr.. Gillespie. awoke
with the sound Of bis retreating foot
steps-though he wore India rubbers
and seeing the chamber door open
and the box cover lifted, shouted for
help, ringing the bell violently, and
crying Thieves! Robbers! Murder !
FIRE. from the top of the stairs. All
the boarders were aroused, and the
passage way was instantly crowded
with servants and guests, but nobody
could be found. The front door was
unfastened, and hurryIng steps were
heard by watchman at the next cor
ner; but nothing was seen, and the
night was too dark for any profitable
search"
''And what was the result?"
''The result was that your brother
was not even suspected; and after a
while most of the boarders began to
believe, as nothing had been lost, and
nobody had been seen, that poor Mr.
Gillespie had been waking in his
sleep, or had been troubled with the
nightmare"
And how came you to know
ledge # all these circumstances
Il knew MIR. Gillespie. At one time
had Deen rather intimate with him,
and when [ called in the morning, to
hear the story from his own mouth,
and he showed me the box and table,
and pocket handkerchief which be-
longet to your brother, and which he
refused to show to anybody but me,
because he knew the owner, saw at
once what an escape the poor fellow
had had-both poor fellows. 1 might
say.
"Will you trusl me with that hand
kerchief! said l.
With all my heart ssid the gen
erous fellow, but on this condition:
that you never allow me to see it again.
Call it nightmare, if they will--say
that l was walking in my sleep, or
counting my money and gloating over
my boarded treasure-I care not; on.
ly, for the love of Heaven, my friend,
never allow ANYBODY suspect the
truth; for, mark me- that young man
Is worth saving!'
Noble! gloriousl- and what follow
ed?'
"Ihis-tnat your brother took his
kindness so to heart that his whole
| character changed, and he became SO
trustworthy in the Judgment of 9th
ers, that no man stood higher in the
community for years before his
death"
"And when did he die?"
when did he die, Willie! He is
not dead yet"
Not dead yet! My poor brother
Howard not dead, after all! But
where is he? Where can find him?"
Here. Willie! just herew rising
from his chair and stretching out his
arms Il am that brotherr'
Most merciful God! How shall l
thank Thee! said poor Willie, drop
ping on his knees and sobbing as if
his heart would break.
"Even so, Willie. Mr.. Gore, the
president of so many large institu
tions, the generous, noble hearted MIR.
Willoughby Gore. Of whom you have
heard so much, is no other but the re
probate Howard, who came so near
adding robbery and murder perhaps
to the list of crimes"
Aud now" cotinued Mr.. Gore,
drawing Willie up to his side, with his
arm round his waist, and looking him
in the face, ''wht think you Of my urg
ing You to Stop while you may? y?What
of my bidding you never to be dis
couraged, and to pray without ceas
ing, even though you should pray
without knowing it?"
A long conversation followed pbout
family matters. in the midst of which
Willie burst out with:
But say, though. Mr.. Gore
or shall l say Howard, brother How
ard FL cannot understand about the
apparitiou of oul mothers face, which
you say was after all not her face, but
his-how happens 1t that he did not
know MS own face? How do you ex
plain that?''
''You shall see. At the age of
eighteen or twenty, l was reckoned
the very image of my mother"
Il remember it we'll. l have often
heard it mentioned in the family. and
| well remember also Daguerreo-
type which might have been mistaken
for hers, if the hair had been parted
and combed back smoothly from the
forehead. But how changed you are
now! declare, cannot see feat
ure to remind me of mother; stay
there is something in your eyes and
about your mouth which brings her
to my remembrance like fash. But
, -you have not explained the mystery.
True Being tired of the third
person, and somewhat unwilling to
, spoil the story by a precipitate reve
latisn of the whole truth, have post
/ poned it. However, there is nothing
1 to hinder now.'
"Well. then, let's have it."
Il was all in perspiration as
lifted the cover of that box, and lay
, ing down the bowie-knife and taking
r out my handkerchief to wipe my fore
head, 1 turned to see If poor Gillespie
was stirring, when saw my own face
: in large mirror, just behind me, the
t fra ne covered with dark drapery, and
g in my unutterable horror and colster
3 nation, mistook it Jor my mothers
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