The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1905-09-20

| Il don't know" said Mary Ann,
thoughtfully. "He told ihe n lot of
things that were true. He said he
thought l had the proper temperament
for crystal gazing, and gave me n crys-
tap, and taught me how TO use It. Here
III Is. | was just going TO try II when
YOU came In"
AS she spoke, she produced n round
piece of clear glass, about the size Of
walnut, and held II up to the light.
IThe professor said II was simply a
| mhtter of concentrating ones thoughts
on the subject one wishes TO know
| al out. Anyhow, Pm going TO try II.
YOU hold the crystal firmly between
your ingers-so, and | will sit In front
of you and gaze at It. But first we
must turn down the light"
Somewhat reluctantly, the officer
took the crystal, and held It In the po-
sitIon indicated. He was not In mood
for fooishness, and would much rather
haYe been instructed to explore the
pantry; but he realized that the girl
was In strange frame of mind, and
he deemed it wise TO humor her.
For few moments Mary Ann sat
silent, gazing 1xedly at the crystal.
Suddenly her eyes commenced TO
spa rkle in n peculiar manner, and n
far IRway expression crossed her face.
~ see n river bank" she exclaimed.
9Th ere is n seat shaded by trees. Ap.
prod ching II Is couple, arm-in-nrm-
tap man and n girl with yellow hair.
They turn their faces toward me. It IL
Robrrt-my Robert! He stoops for
ward, and-oh, the wrech! I'd like to
scratch his eyes outw
During this recital the policeman had
been growing more ana more uneasy,
and at the last outburst he lnvoluntar-
lily moved his chair backward, and
would have risen; but the girl laid n
OBTAINING hand on his shoulder.
Don't movc," she commanded. at
is not yet finished. Now | see the girls
face. Surely | have seen that face
before? A voice seems to be spelling
her name In my ear. Ii No;
Susan. Susan. You villain! Who Is
Susan?"
with trembling fingers Officer Wat
kins drew handkerchief from his
pocket and moppcd his persplring
brow.
81 wonder at you, Mary Ann. You'll
hurt yourself if you let your lmagina-
tion run away with you like that"
imagination! Is that imagination?'
As she spoke those words the girl
raised her hand and pointed toward the
door of the pantry.
The policeman turned and gazed in
the direction indicated. A cry of hor-
ror escaped his lips. Standing in the
open doorway was a figure robed in
white, with outstretched hand pointed
menacingly toward him.
A momentary flicker Of the fire H.
Eliminated the figure with an uncanny
light, and by its aid ne beheld the face
of Susan!
For moment he stood spellbound.
Then, with yell that would have done
credit to an Indian, he seized his he'll
met and darted toward the door, never
pausing until he had placed several
squares between himself and the dread.
ful apparitlon.
Nor we've his troubles yet over. As
he paused under the friendly light of a
street lamp TO mop his brow, he dis
covered, with horror, that black,
oozy stream was flowing down his
cheeks! 1t was only when his lips in
advertcntly came in contact with this
liquid that he realized that some one
had literally filed his helmet with mo.
lasses during his sojourn in the
kitchen.
1t would be impossible to describe
Officer Watkins feelings during tho
remainder of that night. The SUPER
stitious terror he had undergone, COM
bned with the discomfort of the mo-
lasses. was sufficient to turn his hair
white, had such metamorphosis been
physically possible under the circum.
stances.
Policeman Watkins still treads the
pavement in front Of No. 1444 Madison
avenue, but its h0spitable kitchen
knows him no more. No longer does its
friendly light cheer his soul during the
long aud arduous hours of duty. Nor
is that all. For the story has leaked
out, and the many inquiries he re-
ceives as to the efficacy of molasscs
as n hair restorer are slowly driving
him mad.-New York Weekly.