The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-07-01

Look" she exclaimed, pointing to-
ward the shutters. "Mrs. Snyder says
dat vas not dere yesterday"
Like those of most Pennsylvania
farmhouses, the downstairs windows
were provided with solid board shut
tiers.
In the center of this particular pair
was a small round hole. from the edges
of which a few chips running with the
grain of the wood were broken.
well, what of .it?'' asked. hoping
that could avoid giving an explana-
ton. for was trifle ashamed of my
self for firing at my own reflection.
"Somepody shot through de shutter
and try to kill you. maybe. It's bullet
hole. amt it? Oh. Mel, didn't you hear
it? Mrs. Snyder heard it from her
house, and she look out her window and
saw a man runnin' away down de road.
You can't stay here, Mel. You go home
wiz me-"
1 could not forbear a smile at Sa-
rah's fears, but, remembering they
were the consequence of the deep af-
lection she felt for me, checked the
frivolous reply which my tongue was
about to utter.
"Why, bless your dear old loving
heart, Sarah" I 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
I 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 I 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
place.
After breakfast we went through the
house.
I noticed that all the windows were
closed. Therefore it was no sudden gust
Of air that caused the slamming of a
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
locked 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 mile distant. was large
house. evidently quite new.
It was a splendid structure for the
country, and 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
Hill?" asked.
"Some rich mans from de city," Sa-
rah answered.
"Do you know his name?" contin.
7 ,sed. moved by curiosity.
Yell, I did know. Ach, What is it,
now? l forget eferysing soon." Sarah
faH Mrs. Snyder chimed in: ellis
Name IS Morley"
.''What?' exclaimed, in amazement.
Morley? Sylvester Morley?"
| 81 ton't know his first name," the old
widow answered.
"Has he q 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. II 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. had come into this secluded
place with no thought further from my
mind than that I should find Miss Nor.