The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-07-11

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now Of daily occurrence. He knew no
rest nor happiness out Of her presence.
His soul became stepped in the delicious
isnguor Of sweet music
1t was about O'Clock when he arrived
at the house. The ladies had just I'm
dshed dinner. Mrs. Freeman was In the
room with her niece but after little
time that lady found an excuse to leave
the lovers together.
Now for the promise you made me
last night. / have been longing all day
to hear this mystery" said Mrs. Castle
ton.
For several reasons he felt a strong
repugnance to tell her that story. But
what secret can a man keep from WON
in whom he loves, II that woman has
once set her mind upon extracting 1t from
him7
He told the story In an earnest, sub
dued tone, and with the air OF man
thoroughly possessed by his subject He
had at first intended to relate to her
mere brief outline Of the family legend.
Just sufficient to account for bis super
stitious repugnance to an alliance with
Miss Grierson; but after the first few
end with the utmost minuteness Of de-
tail, largely intermixed with commenta-
ries which the brooding thoughts Of many
years had engendered.
At the first mention Of the name of
De Scissors she started; look Of intense
wonder came into her face; and she list
ened with breathless interest that grew
In intensity with every stage Of the mar
rative, and rose into terror as he repeated
the words of the curse. But her excite
ment reached It's elimination when he
went on to tell Of that stormy night when
the bodies of the woman and child were
washed up at his and his fathers feet
as they stood upon the rocks and how,
by the dim light in the fsherman's hut he
had been struck by the resemblance of the
dead child to the face In the picture, and
how strangely this fancy had been seem
ingly confirmed by the name upon the
linen.
To all this she listened with dilated
eyes and parted lips. And the woman
and child-what became of themP she
cried, clutching his arm with trembling
energy.
both were dead. They were buried
the next morning in Penrhyddyn church
q
yard"
For a moment she stared at him with
a vacant look, then passed her hand over
her eyes, like one striving to focus the
scattered thoughts of a wandering brain,
and muttering to herself, Am | mad or
. dreaming, or what can it mean"
Then, suddenly turning her eyes upon
him, she exclaimed, why, this child was
OF tho uy0r1 in
che legend was at her husband'sp
Precisely" answered Arthur, gloom
fly. "And I have often thought, had that
child lived, upon her shoulders Fate
would have cast the fulfllment of the
curse"
at Is an awful story" she said, with
a shiver. But in what way is Miss
Grierson connected with 1T"
Arthur then proceeded to tell how he
had discovered Constance to be a member
Of that ill-omened family, by seeing the
name of De Scissors written upon the
old French music.
Constance Grierson a De Scissors
Great heavens; is it possible?" she almost
shrieked, starting from the couch in the
extremity of her wonder.
aYes. What is the matter?" cried Ar
thur, staring at her in startled surprise.
Nothing. But do you suppose l could
aisten to such story of marvellous coin
cidences without amazement? How won
derful! How awfully strangew she
murmured. and that shiver of terror
again passed through her frame.
"And l have not come to the end of
these more than natural condolences"
Gr,arsor,fo
1. hampered by an extraordinary will. to
the effect that if she Is not married before
me age of twenty, and 20 man of pedi-
gree, the whole of it, save a trifing an
nuity, falls into the hands of her moth
er,s family, the De Scissors"
At those words Mrs. Castleton, who
had sunk into deep thought, looked up
with new wonder in her eyes. Pardon
me-" she said, eagerly. II did not hear
the last sentence"
He repeated the words. imputing the
strange intense interest of her look to
sympathy with the story. And to what
members of the family?" she asked, in
voice trembling with eagerness.
k"One-half goes to certain relatives In
England, the chief of whom is one Mr..
wylie."
And the other half?"
"Goes to another branch OF the family
sn Brittany" he answered.
Mrs. Castleton covered her face with
her hands, and sank back upon the
couch, seemingly Frustrated by intense
excitement.
NArthur took his leave, much troubled
in mind. and promising to visit her early
the next morning. From the time that
they had stood upon the footing of lovers
she had never parted from him so strange
Nv as on that night. As he pressed her
Tins he found them cold as ice. The white
face and its rigid lips and wild eyes
haunted him through the night, and seem
essto strangely associate with some painful
memory that he could not fix for while.
Gould IL be resemblance to the por-
froit-to the dead child as he had seen
Il stretched out beneath the rough blanket
in the fshermdn's hutf The very thought
made the cold dews of terror start out
upon his brow. No, it was impossible;
his morbid imagination would find resem-
blances where no shadow of such existed.
4 gloomy, terrible night was that to Ar
thur Penrhyddyn.
But far more terrible was the night