Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1906-09-11
The Woman Who
Walked at Night
"a GHOST STORY
BY M. e. M. DAVIS
lcopyrLghL. by Joseph 3. Boules.l
"a GHOST STORY

Mrs Lawson" said Sinclair, with
visible effort, 81 came by to see if you
would take Katharine and myself to
board"
I'm the name of the blessed Lamb! %
calculated Mrs. Lawson, staring at
him over the gate pickets, whatever
has happened? What do you want to
go anywhere and board for? Amt the
| Catalpas-"
st is wrench to me to leave the
old place." Sinclair interrupted, land
my father will be very lonely now that
my mother is dead. But Katharine
has set her heart on it, and if you will
take US"
- haven't sign of room left,
Alick" Mrs. Lawson broke in, except
the room on the roof" she added
obviously.
well, what is the matter with the
room on the roof" demanded Sinclair,
whimsically.
He threw back his head as he spoke,
and screwed his eyes up at the box
like structure planted on the roof of
the low cottage.
Nothing" returned Mrs Lawson,
hastily, nothing at all, except that it
is SO small. Besides, the stair is like
ladder Katharine would never"
All right; I'll take it at your own
price, Mrs. Lawson"
She was very beautiful, the golden
haired girl whom Alick Sinclair had
brought, bride, to his fathers house
less than two years before. The mys-
FERROUS malady which developed short
~ after her marriage, and which con-
tinued to battle her physician, had
robbed her cheeks Of their color and
bloom. But it added an indescribable
charm to her delicate face and fragile
figure. An unearthly expression
dawned into her large blue eyes-a
president gaze, as if ner vision, like
her sense of hearing, had become alb
normally acute. Something almost
akin to awe filled those around this
exquisite young creature at sight of
her strange and inexplicable suffer
ings. She had, apparently, no bodily
ailment. But the slightest irregular
her attenuated frame shook with con-
vulsions at any unexpected appear
ance; she paled at Whit of unaccus-
toned perfume. She ate but little.
and seemed to have lost the faculty of
sleep. Latterly, morbid distaste for
the old Sinclair homestead had pos
sessed her. She breathed with diff
Guilty within its lofty walls she was
oppressed by the atmosphere of its
shadowy garden.
The same night saw them installed
In Mrs. Lawson's room on the roof.
The room was small A four-p posted,
mahogany bedstead, with balduchin
and side steps, occupied at least one
quarter of the floor space.
Sinclair, seated on the side of the
bed, smiled as he compared this
cramped rookery with his wifes ample
dressing-room at the Catalpas But
he felt an unwonted lightness of spir-
it. He could see the reflection of
Katharine's face in the mirror oppo-
site. She stood with her back to him,
brushing out her long hair. There
was a look of content on her white
brow; he even fancied a touch of color
in her lips; her golden hair seemed to
have regained somewhat of it's lost
luster.
she was right" he thought; "the
change has already helped her"
He watched with delight the rhyth-
mic motion of her slender arms.
Meanwhile he chatted gayly of his
boyhood days, and the recollections
aroused by Mrs. Lawson's motherly
gossip Katharine listened, turning
from time to time with nod or
smile.
He stopped abruptly, staring con-
tused'y into space He passed A.s
hand across his forehead and contin
ued his story. But the words were ut
tered mechanically Was there-he
was asking himself-was there some
thing moving between Katharine and
himself? Something faint and shad-
owy?-cloudlike? misty? Yes! No.
he shut his eyelids tightly and opened
them again. Yes! He could see n
plainly now, the gray-clad figure NJ a
woman with head drooped IN her
breast and arms hanging at her side
My Cod" he groaned. inwardlv
now Katharine will turn aroundi
She will see it! The shock will xiii
her! She will die! She will dron
dead before my eyes!"
"Katharinel the words burst invo,-
UNFAIRLY from his lips He sprang for
ward with outstretched arms.
did you speak, Alick?" asked his
wife, looking over her shoulder.
"Yea--no-that Is, -" lie STAN
mered, a cold sweat beading his fore
head.
The visitor had resumed her ghostly
walk
Dear Aiicll" said Katharine, ca
ressingly ] kaow you must be tired
] will be reaey for bed in one mo-
nent"
.shu SEE. nothingI She hears moth
ins! Oh, thank Cod" thought Sin
clair turning his hot eyes from the