The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-07-18

the night nothing but my spirit Wis
tor. But towards morning did drop off into doze
and when awoke in full blaze sunlight with Simpson
knocking at the door, regretfully told myself that
must have dreamt the whole thing. locked,
and no practical poke could have played upon
Besides where was the exquisite beauty fitted to play
such joke? thought Maude Lansdowne beautiful,
but compared with the ghost my eyes,
have been a dream) she and every other woman had
ever seen might almost be counted plain.
had been divided in my mind whether to speak of
my experience to hold it in sacred silence; but when
handsome, reserved Madame Lasceles brought coffee,
rolls and honey into the small dinng-room could not
resist questioning her. Was the bedchamber
slept last night of those reputation being
haunted? Well there certainly story con-
nected with it. What story? Oh, if monsieur insisted
then young girl had been imprisoned there
200 years ago. by father who had discovered an
intended elopement killed the man she loved, and in
wished be released. than such fate should
be forced upon her, and of world empty
What had been this girls name? asked when madame
had quietly finished the story Cecile Poytron,
the answer. She walk sometimes if warn
ing of approaching misfortune were to be given to mem
Der of the de Poytron family; but the had
never spoken of seeing her.
Neither did present master speak of what he had
seen; yet he thought the In fact, thought
little else merely during that long day yearn
ing for night to fall
Never had gone to my at night with such eager
haste Would she come again. this radiant Of
a dream this lovely apparition, what you will?
1t was only II when lay down to wait hope.
It was past midnight (and the low
she appeared stepping picture frame
which had scarcely been visible in dusk, the
silver lamp she carried frightened rays the
dulled gliding.
Once her white draperes r1stled across the
floor she paused foot of my bed
had meant to be silent yet in spite of myself
aloud "Cecle!"
. Yes cecile." she whispered in Ct have come
to ask if you have decided? If you will WISE and go
as soon as may be, back to England %
Have you decided to tell why must go?" re-
torted
You must go because of misfortunes you will bring
others if remain And those in Eng
land who wish for your presence
T care nothing for thenn,' broke And it was
true For was falling in love with-a ghost!
What then, can I say to persuade you that it is
for good, and for the good others that go
whence you came?" she murmured.
you will not explain in detail why you wish to send
away, persisted; "but if you your powers
I of persuasion night week. feel
certain that your eloquence alone convince
promise visits more?'
"If do promise that, my Norman de Poytro
will in your turn promise at the that time to
obey me?'
Eyes, promise faithfully if you still tell me must
60"
is them bargain between us the sweet voice said
When and lighted candle previous night
the room was empty the painted lady simperng feebIy
from her frame.
cannot describe strangeness Of the seven days
all by day. only woke up to life when midnight was at
She failed to when darkness had fallen
in the great, dngy And talked of more things
in heaven and earth than philosophy
of common nortals. 1t experience
holding converse with spirit. We asked each other
the strangest of questions and
est way / made her tell me things Of the world be-
You'd Alas! her revelations guarded and dis
appointing. She made me tell her of the changes on
earth in the two centuries since it, OF her
earth history, however, she would nothing;