The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1898-12-10

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each supplied with her ball of yarn.
The trouble now was to get out. We
were not allowed outside the building
after six o'clock. We decided to go in
little parties of three and four, and in
that way we would not be missed, but
about Is minutes before the first party
was to start Sister Mary Agnes, our
project, told us she was called away
for awhile and would leave Kittie
Mather in charge of the recreation
room. AS soon as the door closed be-
hind Sister Agnes, Kittie rose and
said: Nov, girls, for the ruins. Did
yon ever know anything to come so
| timely as that summons? A meeting
of the faculty, | suppose. Let others
talk of the irony of fate, we at least
can never say that the fates were not
kind to us on one occasion. Now, get
out as stealthily as though you were
so many men getting in at two o'clock
in the morning"
Forty footpads never stole out more
cautiously than did we 40 girls, bent on
learning our fate. Once outside the big
white gate we knew we were safe and
wo literally flew down the green road
to the mill. Within a short distance OF
the place we halted, and Bell said;
"You know, you must go alone. Throw
the ball of yarn in at the north win
dow; it is the lowest" she advised
Some of the more timid ones protested
against going alone.
what is the use in playing the game
if You don't play it right" argued Bell
ITO be alone is the most essential
thing in all Halloween games"
Finally, after some argument, we
agreed to go alone, but who would &C
first? No one had sufficient courage
ooh! will go myself, y said Bell, ii
10 one else will"
We all fell back little and Bell went
over to the north side of the old mill
and in a few minutes we heard her dis
tinctly repeat, in clear voice: "A'
Bell Monteith unwinds, oh! ruins
canst thou tell who winds?" Thi
three times; then there was mo
ment's silence, followed by the mos
terrific scream from Bell. We ran tc
meet her as she came towards us.
What is it, Bell?" we asked. "Yol
didn't hear anything, dear?" said Kit
tie Mather, winding her arms arount
Bell. Hush! hush! Bell" as Bell''
screams rent the evening air.
"Oh, girls, it was horrible, and
heard the name so distinctly"
"Why, Bell, you imagined it, per
sisted Kittie.
81 tell you l didn't, Kittie."
"Was it a name, Bell?" we asked.
"Oh, yes! yes!" she sobbed.
"Some one you know?"
"Yes!" and she shuddered at thu
thought.
ooh! 1 am so frightened" said ;
timid little girl from Boston. LET u
go back"
Nonsense" said Kittie. Il will g
/ anu tDIOW lily Odll Ill " olON y W.
is all Bells Imagination" Suiting tn,
action to the words, Kittie pushed pas
us, on to the north window. In few
moments we heard her repeat he
lines. Then there was silence again
This time there was no scream, but il
a few minutes Kittie Joined us, pal
and trembling. Perhaps it was tn
moonlight shining on her dark fac
that made it look so white, but
thought | had never seen anything i
life SO CHASTITY.
did you hear anything, Kittie?" W
asked, staring at her.
Eyes! | heard name; don't as
me any MORE" she said.
By this time we were thoroughly eN
cited. Had these girls really hear
anything, or did they imagine it. TIL
most courageous of our girls was Jer
ME Grant.
DO you think they heard anything
Jen?' | asked, moving over to wher
Jennie stood.
NO" she said. 81 thought at frs
they were pretending to be frightened
but / think now that their imagina
tions have played them trick. wi
go next, Emily, if you will follow"
| agreed, and Jennie went bravel
up to the north window. The girl
scarcely breathed while she repeate
be: lines. Bells screams were nothin
to the screams that came from Jennie
k,ttie and Bell seemed entirely reco,
cred from their flight by this tim,
and they ran to meet Jenny as sh
came up the hill.
Jennie, don't; you will have ever
nun in the convent out?" pleaded Kit
tie.
But Jennie was in Mysteries nov
and they might as well have talked t
the wind. She laughed, and cried, an
screamed by turns. Still, l couldn'
think that she had really heard any
thing, and | was more anxious no,
than ever to see for myself, SO Will
the girls fused over Jenny l stole IL
to the north window, and, tall as an
l had to throw my ball of yarn ava
over my head in order to have it reac
the window, and waited. There was
little tug at my yarn, and then, in deer
sepulchral tones, | heard the name
j. Sidney Orr
| Gould you get anyone to substar
tiate this story, Emily?" laughed Sic
ney.
Il could procure at least 40 affida
sits," she said, looking the picture G
truth.
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