Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1906-08-22

was before you were born. I've never
seen her myself. l 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" he
said. kindly. Katharine has seen
nothing as yet; but have" He
smiled grimly, yet with certain
sense of relief. AT least" he thought,
lit Is not quite madness. What does
1t mean" he askeG aloud. who was
it-she?"
They say" returned Mrs. Lawson,
still speaking in a whisper, that old
Squire Lawson, my husbands grand
father, had that room built as a sort
OF jail for his young wine, who went
out of her mind, poor thing, and no
wonder, for lie 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 soDbing and
wringing her hands. You must take
Katharine Sinclair away before she
sees her. 1t would Kill her. But don't
say anything about ii outside, Alick.
My boarders would all leave me. I
would be ruined"
Sinclair soothed the excited old
woman into quiet. Then he remount-
&c the stair. Katharine, in her white
dressing gown, met him en- the land.
ing.
Il missed you when / awoke, Alick.
dear" she said. Where were your"
Katharine" he began with studied
carelessness, Il find this room very
small; don't you? And Mrs. Lawson
is well-meaning. but she is tiresome,
good soul | think | will look IN
more comfortable quarters during the
day. Can you be ready to leave here
this afternoon?"
She place her hands upon his
shoulders and held him at arms
length for a moment without speak
ing. Ter ewes weTR nrjyaming with
mischief; a smile danced about her
red lips
"Alick," she said, 81 know why YOU,
wish to go 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 10 the
Catalpas 1t was Katharine who IN
sisted, with sort of gay perverseness.
upon this. But even as they pasged
under the arched gateway the myste.
riOus gloom fell back upon her. Sin
clair, now almost as morbid as herself.
could have sworn that he saw its
descent ia visible form. Her hair ON
the instant became dull and Iifeless.
her checks fell hollow. the red on her
lips changed to "a gray pallor.
a moth Guttered against her bosom
She fed, palpitaung with terror
across the Old garden.
Sinclair stood. hardly a month later
looking down on his wife's upf,frpef
face. once more she slept profoundly,
a mocking-bird whistled in a ca.aIpaa
tree By an open vindow. The stricken
man frowned and lifted instlncfivelv
a wlrning hand, but dropped It. re-
bering.
What lid Il all moan?" he oues-
toned. STOPPING to the face On it,
cOfia-pillow.
The dead lips smiled, but Withheld.
the response.
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