The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1906-08-17

was before you were born. I've never
seen her myself. never dreamed
that she was walking yet Lord, what
have done? didn't want to put you
there. Poor Katharine"
Don't worry, Mrs. Lawson ha
said, kindly. Katharine has seen
nothing as yet; but have He
smiled grimly. yet with a certain
sense of relief AT least" he thought.
1T is not quite madness. What does
it mean !" he asked aloud. Who was
iL--she?'
They say" returned Mrs. Lawson,
still speaking IA a whisper, that old
Squire Lawson. my husbands grand
father, had that room built as a sort
of jail for his young wiIe, who went
out of her mind, poor thing, and no
wonder, for lLe squire was terrible
old man! He took her baby from her
and shut her up in that room and Kept
her there by herself until she pinned
and died. That was before you were
born" Mrs. Lawson was sobbing and
wringing her hands. You must take
Katharine Sinclair away before she
sees her. II would kill her. But don't
say anything about 1t outside, Alick.
My boarders would all leave me. |
would be ruined"
.Sinclair soothed the excited old
woman into quiet Then he remount-
| ca the stair. Katharine, In her white
dressing gown, met him on the land
ing.
Il missed you when awoke, Allck.
DEAR" she said Where were your"
Katharine" he began with studied
carelessness. 81 find this room very
small: don't you? And Mrs. Lawson
is well-meanlng, but she is tiresome,
good soul! think | will look up
more comfortable quarters during the
day. Can you be ready to leave here
this afternoon?'
She placed her hands upon his
shoulders and held him at arms
length for a moment without speak
ing. Her eyes were Drumming with
mischief; a smile danced about her
red lips.
"Alick," she said. II know why you
wish to 90 away. You are afraid of
the woman who walked here last
night Did you think had not seen
herr"
Sinclair's Jaw dropped. He stared
at her with an amazement which was
almost ludicrous. But before he had
recovered himself sufficiently to speak
Mrs. Lawson came painting up the
stair and thrust a pallid face in at the
door.
The house was on fire! In an In
credibly short time the old wooden
building was laid In ashes.
Sinclair and his wife returned to the
Catalpas. 1t was Katharine who in
sisted, with a sort of gay perverseness,
upon this. But even as they passed
under the arched gateway the mystic
rious gloom fell back upon her. Sim
clair, now almost as morbid as herself,
could have sworn that he saw It's
descent In visible form. Her hair on
the instant became dull and lifeless:
her cheeks fell hollow; the red on her
lips changed to a gray pallor
moth fiuttered against her BOSOM
She fed, palpltatiDg with terror
across the old garden.
Sinclair stood. hardly a month later
looking down on his wife's upturned
face Once more she slept profoundly
A mocking-bird whistled In a catalpas
tree by an open window. The stricken
man frowned and lifted instinctiyely
warning hand, but dropped It, re.
Numbering.
What did 1t all mean?" he ques.
toned. STOPPING to the face On IT.
cofiin-pillow.
The dead lips smiled. but Withheld,
the response.
Copyright, 1906 by Joseph Il. Bowles)
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