Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-10-07
CHAPTER NV.


 A without further permission from Mrs. Morningstar than the reluc- tant half consent he had extracted from her at noon. The subject had not been broached between them again. so he had taken the law into his own hands, and soon after the family re- tired he carried his kerosene lamp down the long corridor which cut off the haunted part from the rest of the house and reached the fatal room.
 He was relieved to find that the door was not locked Once across the threshold he did not even glance about him until he had carefully closed the door behind him. Then, turning, he raised high his lamp.
 The ghost herself, if she appeared in the course of his vigil, would not give him greater shock of surprise than he received as his eye fell upon the op- posite wall of the room. The last thing he would have expected to find in the vicinity of the Morningstar farm con- fronted hinn-a bookcase filled with books, little library of classics, for even across the width of the room he could read the gilt lettered names, Shakespeare, Milton, Spenser, Eliot, Browning and the rest
 The rest of the room-a bedchamber furnished in handsome old mahogany was not in any way noteworthy save that there was something in its gener- al aspect which seemed to give evi- dence of higher grade of people than the Morningstars. There was nothing sufficiently gfewsome about it, at least in the matter of it's appointments, to suggest either a murder or a ghost True, he felt an atmosphere of uncan- niness about the place hard to account for except on the theory that his i'm agination, filled with the account of the deed of horror these walls had witnessed. colored the room with all the somberness of the tale.
 He walked across the floor and, plac- ing his lamp on the top of low shelf, plunged into an examination of the bookshelves.
 There were the novels of Scott, Du- mas. Dickens, Thackeray. George Eliot | and Charlotte Bronte, the tales of Poe, Macaulay's England" Gibbons : ''Rome," Carlyle's French Revolu- { tion," the plays of Shakespeare, many of the modern English and American poets, the works of Spenser, Milton and Pope, the Canterbury Tales" and Johnson's Lives of the British Poets."
 Taking down a volume at random, he had vague instinctive surprise at finding no dust on it. The fact had no definite significance at the mo- ment, but later, in the light of other developments, he recalled the circum- stance. He had soon made a mental inven- tory of the lower shelves. The books were in good condition, though they showed signs of having been handled 
 "The parents of Eunice were at east not illlterate." be concluded.
 He now turned his attention to the row of books. which was out If his reach. It consisted of a set of 3alzac. He mounted a chair and, aking down a volume. was a little urprised to find that 1t was a French 'dition. The book was thick with lust, and its removal from the shelf lad sent a little cloud of dust into his yes. He had passing wonder in the act that the top shelf alone was Iusty. Perhaps the ghost can't read french, but enjoys the English clas- les"
 He turned the pages of the BaIzac. [. too. however. showed signs of hav- lg been read. for 1t bore several larked passages. Suddenly as be turned a leaf his eye I'll upon not a printed page. but a beet Of letter paper. yellow with age, Osely covered with a feminine hand 'riting He turned toward his lamp ad read:
 4 CONFESSION.
 I. Beatrice Daniels. make the following 'lfsssicn tn the face of imminent death. sing unable longer to live and bear ttye , 1rsitn of rry crime My husband threat zs Co Uurjirr ne n [ confess our crf-e. ! zd rnyself wuuid choose death at rv Tn hands rather than Iangufsh f- a prss- l. Wntcn Es tEe fate my confession vozts , ring upo1 re if Hvei to face Ft. Trerp- 'rs uhsa thzs papsr ts f5ara ard read aal bs dsaA eIfhsr having taken zy . En Hfs e ksvinE bsea r1ur1srad The chEf- Ez-scH-
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