Marshall County independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1897-1902, 1901-06-14

Your father will never own he is
afraid, my dear; and | can see that
we are killing him by inches. He is
getting so thin; and, really he does
not eat enough to keep a sparrow alive.
If we should worry him into a fever
or consumption. | should never for
give myself
No fear of thst, aunt. while his OBJ
stinacy lasts" replied her nephew,
cheerfully. But | wish to goodness
he would get frightened and give us
chance of seeing little more of this
round world than we can expect to
see while we are cooped up here. For
my part, | feel as if l was a kind of
iron mask. You ought to make me
handsome present for undergoing this
Imprisonment. aunt"
so will. my dear, if it ever comes
to an end"
There's the worst of it."
Il wonder if he suspects, said Mar
jorie.
My love. how should he?"
True! If he was a woman, now, l
should feel sure that he had discovered
our secret. Being a man, | suppose
there is not much fear"
Well, said Rose, complacently, 81
think | can set you all free"
Howe"
by inventing a new ghost. which |
shall patent"
They all laughed
You see he cares little for the era
die now In fact. | think we are al
getting used to it. But if you viii only
do as | tell you've viii bring this old
room into use-and take the letter and
the lock of hair we found here. and
scare him so he will be ready and will
ing to go out of the house the very
next day.
Rose then entered into all the de-
tails of her plan. which was pro-
nOunced an excellent one by every
body present. In obedience to her in
structiOns. Catharine had a toothache
and Mrs. Cowley a headache the next
evening, which forbade them sitting
up later than nine o'clock. Mrs. Ma
earthly and Rose also retired at that
carly hour. to wait upon the inval DIS.
and Mr.. COwley was left alone in his
glory, without even a cat to bear him
company. He did not object to the
solitude however He mixed himself
some more grog. smoked one or two
cheroOts, and finally took up a book to
keep himself awake 1t was a volume
of American tales, and this was the
story which. by ill-luck. he happened
to select:
while | lay one night in the first
distempered visions of my illness. I
heard those who watched beside me
telling an old tale of a family long
since extinct in our settlement.
'An old and wealthy man had won
a fair young girl for his bride. and
brought her from her native England
to this distant country that he might
separate her forever from an early
love-a cousin to whom her hand had
once been pledged and-so said the
gossips-her heart always given.
Gold is no less powerful i'm the
mOtner country than THIS, and for its
sake the father of the lovely Ginerva
took back his pledged word. and gave
his daughter to a stern and moody
man. who little knew how to value
the prize he had gained.
$50 for America he sailed and built
a stately home FOR his pale bride. on
the very place whore our quiet little
village now stands.
Nothing was spared that taste could
dictate or lavish wealth supply. But
luxury was not what the Lady Ginerva
desired while love was offered tt her
Swiftly as they sailed across the brirht
blue sea. one followed close upon their
track, and Reginald, the deserted low
er. soon found his lady's fair retreat