Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1902-06-26
BY Fred M. G)hite
CHAPTER XVI.
Margaret Sees a Ghost.


With a sigh of unutterable relief Enid
heard Williams returning. Reginald
Henson had not come down yet, and
the rest of the servants had retire l
some time before. Williams came up
with a request as to whether he could
do anything more before he went 70
bed.
Just one thing" said Enid. "The
good dogs have done their work we'll
Tonight, nut they have not quite fin
ished. Find Rollo for me, and bring
him here quick. Then you can shut UP
the house, and will see that Mr.. Hen
son is made comfortable after his
fright
The big dog came presently. and fol-
flowed Enid timidly up stairs. Appar-
emily tn" great, black-lnuzzled brute
lad been there before, as evidently he
knew that he was doing wrong He
crawled along the corridor until h,
came to the loom where the sick girl
lay. and here he followed Enid. The
lamp was turned down low as Enid
glanced at the bed. Then she smiled,
family, yet hopefully.
There was nobody in the room. The
patients bed was empty!
at works WE'LL" Enid said. "May it
go on as it has been started. Lie
down, Rollo: lie there, good dog. If
enybody comes in, tear him to pieces"
The great brute crouched down ODE
diently, humping his tail on the floor
as an indication that he understood. AS
If load had been taken from her
mind, Enid crept down stairs. She had
hardly reached the hall before Henson
followed her. His big face was white
with passion; he was trembling from
head to foot with fright and pain.
There was red rash on his forehead
that by no means tended to improve
shis appearance.
What is the nearing of this?" he
demanded. hoarsely.
Enid looked at him coolly. She could
afford to do so now. All the danger
was past, and she felt certain that the
events of che evening were unknown to
him.
81 might ask you the same question:
sh esaid you look white and shaN-
en-; you might have teen thrown vio-
lently into a heap of stones. But
please don't make a noise. 1t is not
citing now. Chris
Enid hesitated: the rrevarication did
not come as easily as she had expected.
"Chris has gone" she said. "She
passed away an ilour ago."
Henson mutter7d something that
sounded like consolation. He could be
polite and suave enough on occasions,
n,,,t iohf .1-on nj NIL eft G
are selfish at times. Moreover, mis-
nerves were badly shaken and he want
ed a stimulant badly.
ST am going to bed" Enid said,
YEARLY. Good night
She went noiselessiy up stairs. and
Henson passed into the library. He
was puzzled over this sudden end of
christina Henson. He was half-in-
c;ined to believe shat she was not lead
at all: he belonged to the class of men
who believes nothing without proof.
Well, ne could easily ascertain that for
Himself. There would be quite time
enough in the morning.
For a long time Henson sat there
thinking and smoking. as was his usu-
al custom. Like other great men, he
had his worries and troubles, and that
they were mainly of his own making
did not render them any lighter. So
long as Margaret Henson was under
the pressure Of his thumb money was
no great object. But there were other
situations where money was utterly
rowerless.
Henson was about to give it up as a
bad joo, for the night, at any rate. He
wondered bitterly, what his admirers
would say If they knew everything. He
wondered-what was that?
Somebody creeping about the house,
somebody talking in SOFT though dis
tinct. whispers. His quick ears de-
tected that sound instantly. He slip
| red into the hall; Margaret Henson was
{, there, with the remains of what had
apnce been magnificent opera cloak
Aver her shoulders.
s'How you startled mel" Henson said.
trritably. why don't you go to bed -
Enid looked over the balustrade from
the handing. wondering, also, but she
kept. 4herself prudently hidden. The
first words that she heard drove all the
blood from her heart.
ct cannot" the feeble, moaning voice
said. '"The house is full of ghosts; they
haunt ardBfollow me everywhere. And
Chris is dead, and have seen her spri-
VI"
$50 I'm told" Henson said, with
brutal callousness. What was the
ghost like?"
Like Chris. All pale and white. with
a frightened lookson her face. And she
was all dressed In white, too, with a
cloak about her shoulders. And just
when was going to speak to her she
turned and disappeared into Ends
bedroom And there are other
ghosts" n
zone at time. please Henson said,
grimly. $50 Christiana's, ghost passed
into her sisters bedroom2 You come
and sit quietly in the library, while !
Investigate matters"
Margaret Henson complied, in her
dull, mechanical way. and Enid 1ew,
like a fash of light to her room An
other girl vas there-a girl exceeding
1y like her. but looking wonderfully
pale and drawn. ~
'"That lend suspects" Enid said
"How unfortunate 1t was that you
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