The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-19
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you've no dea then in what part of the house they
The gypsy helping you all
and have been of But can't do everything
Il will find out the rest for myself it's sure they re
at this place. You suppose?"
Sure, from the I didn't palmistry in
the states whole for nothing could always tell
whether I'd hit the right thing to-day the in
auiries wed made about all the people within radius Of
She thought had occult powers! Oh yes the peo-
pie
or have been there, perhaps be that she's had
the temerty to try and escape me by fitting
no For that woman was on pins and needles Of nery7
believe that the girl would and WAS dying for
Z it. I'd give anything to her.
$50 SHALL if go as well you've begun-you
deserve reward But look here You've forgotten
ton an important detail which told notice. How
about dog?'
There isn't any-at least, If there
had been, I should have him.
"Good" The reflected a minute his intro
specve his chin in his hand. Then exclaimed
The windows Of the occupied in the North
Wing of New Take farmhouse curtained outside with
thick green drapery IVY they
at night, when lamps it, by hangngs of heavy
material also dark and thcky lined that not
CLEAN of light could stranger coming
farm after sunset unacquainted with
North Wing could have had to that it
inhabited. daytime any movements
within the which filled with dim green light
fering between the thick in
brighter moods sometimes kened herself to mermaid in
palace under Undfne the twilight
depths we'll
But for herself Maya loved sunshine by day,
Of stars pearly floods of moonlight night
her boudoiras her cousin Michael called it-n the
house. all these pleasant things hers and she loved the
windows looking the this boudoir
been converted by her orders
into the Of the who had been brought
home wounded the other day; but night when Break
had been the farmhouse half week Maya
in the window, with the moonlight shining
upon her bright hair and lovely
She did often stay with many mo-
mens but this evening Michael had scoded her
to him at all that he far the
to need her minstrations, nights
told herself 100
promoted to a sofa now, and when Maya
had brought him beef (made by hands,
he had only KNOWN days he
would be well enough relieve
Maya had fingered argument subject and so
they had strayed Brealspear begun
tell her ghost story of Dartoor which
MS OLD nurse when he was child; and Maya had turned
down the lamp
with the added effect of moonlight.
The young still, tho the only
o'clock it already far its path
It used stand there look for the
o Lkeway which by nurse had pointed out to me- far in
when the shining and the white Swimming
before the wind, would be she had
told me abou-a phantom funeral train sweeping along
the Lykeway and would strain they
sang"
He raised himself his the graceful
white standing window He saw it in profile
radiant in the moonlight.
The girl had given him eyes were fixed
something which distance
He fancied that looked fitting lights on the old
Lykeway traces Of which still daylight when
closely searched for "AngeH said himself What
horrible to girl like that about
such cold corpse lights ones
heart bursting with love- But
that she would not let him speak, denying
him her visits and disobeyat yet
STILL tho she had told him almost in many to
think of with love hopeless deeply
in love to have abandoned hope for all the future
not worth living more If he lose Moorland
Princess and he would give thought losing
her, but meanwhile patience
What do see?' he asked, when stand
a long moment in silence, adoring with his
Stu she did not reply It seemed that she did
and Jim began to be surprised The lamp very
low under its thick,
gave only an impression OF Mayas profe but suddenly
Breakspear's sharpened by love,
dreamy smile with which
had changed straning
perfect features into marble the mo
He had only been allowed take two across
the his
enough to wish him well soon as
might bel but with warning stiffness the
bullet had BEEN he helped himself up the sofa and
walked somewhat unsteadily towards window
What is it?' he asked, with sharp anxiety for her
His Voice coming girl from stupor
Of ncredulous horror in which swooning
She turned him staggering back against the