The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1898-03-01
You can't stay here, Mel You go home

wiz me-
1 could not forbear smile at Sa-
rains fears, but, remembering they
were the consequence of the deep af-
lection she felt for me, 1 checked the
frivolous reply which my tongue was
about to utter.
:'Why, bless your dear old loving
heart, Sarah,' 1 said, taking hold of
her arm, "come, I'll explain that, and
when you know about it you'll laugh
at me-"
The women went along into my room.
''You see that window? You remem-
Der the shutters were always kept
closed. Well, had forgotten all about
it last night, and after was undressed
L saw 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 trifle fright
ened at my own shadow, and fired bull
let at it. So, you see, no one tried to
kill me at all. 1t was only my own fool
ishness, of which L am heartily
ashamed. Now let me get some break
fast, and then we'll go all over the house
to satisfy you there can be nothing in
it which could do me harm"
I said nothing about the voices 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 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
looked out of one of the small win
dows, first brushing away the curtain
of cobwebs.
From this height could see over the
orchards. On the brow of Sunset Hill,
about half a mile distant, was a large
house, evidently quite new.
It was a splendid structure for the
country, and I fancied a wealthy resi-
dent of the city had discovered the
beauties of NelSonville and built him
a summer residence here.
"Whose place is that over on Sunset
Hill ," l asked.
"Some rich mans from de city," Sa-
rah answered.
"Do you know his name?" I contin.
ued. moved by curiosity.
''VeIl, 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.
: ''Morley? Sylvester Morley?"
ST ton't know his first name," the old
widow answered.
elias he a daughter? Is she here?"
eyes, and she so fine and prout. Ach,
and so pretty! 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 a fine shentleman! 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. 1 had come into this secluded
place with no thought further from my
mind than that should find Miss Nor
t ley here.
Was there a design of fate in this :
And-was she still my true love? Per
, haps 1 should see her; but I remem-
| bered my determination and my prom
Use to her father, and how far l still
' was from removing the condition i'm
t posed on the renewal of our friendship
and, hoped, our love.
! This afterthought filed me with ar
, Impotence to commence some kind Of
investigation on my own hook.
? had had a short interview with Mr.
- Perry, the president of the bank, just
. before my departure for Europe. L
/ had been most unsatisfactory to me
for Mr.. Perry was able to hold out NJ
. hope of immediate relief. He was JUS
as earnest, however, in advising me tC
s still keep on my course of apparent in
s difference and do nothing in the way O.
h a search myself.
Since that interview six months hat
S elapsed, and I had heard nothing from
:, him. now resolved tc take the affai
in my own hands. For to go on living
n with Florence Morley so near to me
n and still refrain from indulging in he
sweet society, would simply be tor
i ture.
g ''Come, Mel" Sarah finally said
breaking in upon my thoughts. 1--WE ha
|, not seen all yed."
: CHAPTER VI.
D When we were again standing in tn
:, r,oo;y, bo1 on tho fret floor Sarob'c 1ac