The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-29

of the first part of our journey. The wo-
man allowed herself to become perfectly
helpless in my grasp and slight though
she seemed, my burden was a heavy and
a dangerous one, considering the unset
tied state of the community. 1t was with
much difficulty that / got my load of hu-
man freight over the fence. Just as l
started on after passing this barrier my
foot struck against something that rung
out with a sharp, metallic sound.
:" That is a SPADE somebody has left
here said the woman. You'd better take
it. Youth need it to bury me with
81 took up the spade as directed and
then struck out boldly toward the guild
ing landmarks in the distance. Just after
we had passed the cedar the woman call
ed . halt
There she said, pointing to a newly
made grave, is where l live. That's
where the three men found me last
night'
Her words gave me the cue 1 had been
waiting for and followed it up eagerly.
That was great trip you made last
night I said. 1t must have been interest
ing. Wouldn't you like to take it again?
You must be rested by this time. Anyway,
I'll either carry you OF drive you over
every inch of the road. Come, let's make
a night of it and go and see the place
where those men took you. I'll guarantee
to get you back and buried again before
morning
ITO my surprise she entered into the
spirit of the thing heartily. 'WeIl,' she
said, 7 believe ] should like it. But you
must bury me first, and then dig me up
again, just as they did, so as to make
everything real
Reluctantly l assented to this PROPOSE
ton. The woman stretched out prone on
the ground and l. still humoring her wild
esq caprice, took up several shovelfuls of
lOOcp nd epa If har WI ia
dress. There said, III not cover you
any deeper now; I'd only have more diff
fculty in digging you out. I'll do better
when we come back.
1.-THE woman actually laughed. Yes, she
gurgled, you can bury me deep as the
sea when we come back for I'll never
want to come out again. This is all right
now. Tn ready TO go. You may take
me up If you like.
81 dislodged the earth from her cloth
ing and spread 1t again over the real
Viola Hartmanns grave. Then l lifted
her in my arms and we resumed our
ghostly pilgrimage.
This is where we started from last
night, the three men and T. she said,
when we were once again in the buggy.
and the horses head was turned away
from the cemetery. We started here,
and then we went on and on and on
lean you remember just which way?'
asked.
"'Oh. yes she said, 4 know every step
Of the way
"Then began the threading of a COM
pick geographical puzzle which I was
subsequently totally unable to unravel by
the light of day. Our way lay in a rough,
hilly section of the country, and we tray-
eled mostly through lanes or narrow, lit
tle-used mud roads. so n-merous and
intricate were the windings that / could
but marvel at my companions sense OF
location. Not once in the whole time did
she seem az loss 20 place herself. but
directed me constantly with unerring cor
rectness A. last we came to the crest
Of a hill which seemed TO enclose, with
the assistance Of severpl other hills. a
very narrow and very dep basin
"'we'll have to walk from here said
my guide
Again I took the girl in my arms and
again I forged ahead. / had taken not
more than fifty steps down the steep hill
side when ! saw that there was a house
situated ia the center Of the basin. The
girl also diHcerned the habilaiion through
the faint light. Size chung 40 me 40 tight
~ then and trembled 20 violently, that !
feared she would scream ana betrhy W.
That II the place. she SAID. ~ was
there whore they took me. They buried