The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1904-09-07

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But" hesitated, Il am stranger,
and"
Aunt Prlckett does not regard you
as such" said Helen; land we really
cannot allow you to risk your life Thus.
My coachman shall drive you to Eden
Hall tomorrow, IL you will consent to
become our guest for the night"
doffed my cap and acknowledged
this ready and gracious hospitality,
not at all averse to entering the snug
carriage, which speedily deposited us
at the door of handsome, spacious,
country house.
The grayhaired ccachman's counter
part, turbaned mulatto woman, con-
Quoted me to a cosy chamber, where
bright fire blazed, and pair of wax
candles lent additional light to the
apartment.
superb be ready in Is minutes,
sir" she said, after calling my atten-
tion to the ever of hot water, and the
well-aired towels, and disappeared
In considerable less than 10 minutes
I had descended into the wide, square
hall, where yividly colored Turkey
carpet covered the floor, and an open
CRATE fire blazed cheerily on the hearth.
Mrs. Prickett hurriedly entered through
another door as advanced toward the
mantel.
"Tve had a turn" she calculated,
breathlessly, holding both hands over
her heart, and then. for the first time,
| discovered how very pale she was.
Good Heaven, Mrs. Prickett! what
Is the matter?"
IT'S the very man | saw in my
dream-the slim, tall man; | recog
nized the face the instant | saw him,
and II was all | could do to prevent
Helen from suspecting. What shall
do?" and she wrung her hands spas
medically. "Helen must never marry
that man, there will evil come of 1t If
she does, and the weddin' day is to-
morrow"
MY dear madam, surely you would
never allow a mere dream"
ITS more than mere dream" she
interrupted with intense eagerness;
its a warnin', and we must give heed
to It. Hush! they're comin'!"
The next moment the door opened,
and Miss Powers entered leaning on
the arm of her affianced husband.
Aunt Prickett has not yet told me
the name of her friend" she began,
gayly; but"
Charles Buckingham! | calculated,
staring into the face that was strangely
familiar to me.
Harry Kuyvett!" he echoed, and
| then bit his lip, as If veXed at himself.
I'VE are no strangers" | said, feel
ing myself grow deadly pale and flush
again; but calling all my self-posses-
sion to my aid; ION the contrary, |
have known Mr. buckingham all my
| life, and not only himself but his de-
serted and neglected wife, now living
not a mile away from my native
| place"
He ground his teeth savagely.
ut is lie," he cried, "a foul fabrl-
cation!"
to prove it to this young lady whose
future you had so nearly blighted."
Aunt Prickett uttered a cry as she
sprang to where Helen had fallen,
white and senseless, on the sofa.
IT'S my dream | saw her just so In
my dream." she cried Historically.
Buckingham glared at me like wild
beast.
you shall account for this tomor-
row." he hissed, and darted out of the
room before | could reply.
But meme of us ever saw Charles
Buckingham again. His plots for en-
snaring the wealthy heiress had been
frustrated the very moment of their
fruition, and he knew well that flight
was his only safety.
The symbolical dagger of Aunt
Prickett's dream had gone deeply into
Helen's heart, but the wound was not
fatal as is proven by the fact that she
is now my wife, and our two rosy lit
tie ones are playing on the carpet at
| my feet as | write. Aunt Prickett
lives with us, and is a full of omens
warnings and superstitons as ever, and
believes most firmly in dreams. So do
|, to a certain extent, for was 1t not
indirectly Aunt Prickett's dream that
won me my darling wife?-New York
Weekly.