The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1903-04-04

OF oaken logs, some 20 feet high, and
with steep, pointed roof. At dis
tance il had looked like an old tower
until DIR. Amberley purchased il, and
threw out rustic piazzas and bal
comics, covered with vines. Then it
was "a picturesque than any mod
ern villa you ever saw.
II stood on high hill against
group of balsamic pines, snd over
looked the green banks of a rapid
stream and yerdant meadows. So
salubrious was the situation that the
doctor found IL desirable 10 keep open
house for his patients; and seldom a
week passed that some languishing
guest did not seek it's hospitality for
the advantages il possessed, to soon
bid il farewell a renewed creature.
And there was no more perfect pic
ture of health than his only child,
Brenda. Straight and supple as an
Indian, frank-eyed, glowing, and with
never nervous pain in her life, she
seemed the very spirit of courage and
joyous life. She was the most effec-
tive of housekeepers, and delighted
in receiving company under their ro-
mantle roof.
Having no mother, she was mis-
tress Of her fathers house, his com
panion and pet. Several years pre-
yious they had come out of the city,
and chosen this house, wherein TO
give free scope to the powers Of both.
Part of the year-all SUMMERTIME
II. a
filed to overlooking with the doctors
patients and personal friends. But
when winter and its severest weather
came, the family SO deep in the coun-
try, were left mostly TO themselves.
But Brenda was still brightly happy
and busy as bee. She read all the
new books TO keep abreast with her
literary friends, practiccd songs, and
embroidered gifts for her many fa-
vorites, while her adored father rev
eled in his favorite dishes prepared
by her own fair hands.
During these quiet, happy seasons,
they never kept but one servant,
stout maid-of-all-work, whose name
was Patty. They had brought her
from the city, and she had spent two
winters with them; but on the APP
proach Of the third, Patty deserted
her post.
The people be all gone one Of
them cold, fearsome times be aeon
in, Miss" she said to Brenda, "and Id
rather be ava"
I'm sure the house is warm here
winters, and what in the world are
you afraid Of, Patty?" asked the
young lady.
''Well, there be no use saying fear
% the likes of you, Miss Brenda"
answered the girl. you're always
ready to laugh and flirt ava such
talk, but the Round House is set SO
high on the Hill, the winds go a-tallIin'
round il o. nights. It's like bein' up
IN heaven 'mong the sperrits."
Nonsense, Patty-what notions!
But il you want to go, you may. Papa
and / can get along till we get some
body else"
For Brenda was no more afraid OF
.ousework than she was of "sperrits."
"Well, it's good not to be lonesome
in lone place, Miss, suppose. But
one might well be afraid of his life
acre. For / say I'd as lief be muir
dered as frightened TO death"
What are you talking about, Pat
typ"
PLENTY o people in the village will
cell you, Miss, that there was a muir
der committed here some ten years
ago. As likely young man rs could
be, who was spending the night here
alone, was murdered by some enemy
following him and coming upon him
unawares just as he was a-crossin
the Threshold; an there he lay dead
at the door three days an three
nights before he was CHANGED TO be
found. And that door, Miss con-
cluded the girl, with shudder, lit
he always an always a-clickn', es-
pecialy on dark night, when you
can't see what does IL. | allus sleep
with my head covered up, 50 as not
TO hca{sTfh
"tTcff Patty!" said Brenda, after
moments thought. III did not dream
You were so troubled. As you say,
YOU would be best away from here.
But we shall not be afraid OF vista
tations-of visitations OF the poor
young man. You see, we are more
strong-minded."
It's well We are" said the girl,
significantly; "for I've heard from
them who's seen him since he died
about this very place, a tryin' TO get
IN Miss, with streak of blood on his
neck"
on what a regular ghost-storyl"
cried brenda, half laughing. as Pat
iyspaused, choking with awe. "Wen,
Patty, GO pack up, and I'll take you
Go the station for the last train"
and Brenda turned again TO her book.
Poor Patty gladly obeyed this per
mission, and that afternoon. with all
her goods and chattels, was put on
her way 10 the city.
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