Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1908-08-20

That is not ALL Eve continued;
now comes the creepy part of the
story. Grace Cloberry told me that
every stormy night the Whish Hounds
run over the downs, breathing fire,
pursuing Copplestone, from Warleign
to BrsJstone, and that the murdered
boy is mounted behind Copplestone,
and stabs him in the back all along
the way. Do you believe this?'
Most assuredly not
Why should you not, Bah? Don
you think that man like Copplestone
would be unable to rest in his grave?
Would not that be terrible purgatory
for him to be hunted night after night?
Grace told me that old Squire Cloberry
rides and blows his horn to egg-on the
Whish Hounds, and Copplestone has a
black horse, and he strikes spurs into
! it's sides when the boy stabs him III
: the back, and screams with pain.
! When the Judgment Day comes, then
only will his rides be over. l am sure
I believe it all Bah. 1t is so horrible.
Tt is altogether false, foolish su-
perstition.'
Look there, do you see, Bah, we
are at the white stone with the cross
cut in it that my father put up where
he first saw my mother Is it not
strange that no one knows whence my
mother came? You remember her
lust a little. Whittier did my mother
go?'
! 7 do net know, Eve
There, again, Bah. You who sheer
and toss your chin when I speak OF
anything out of the ordinary, must ad-
nit this to be passing wonderful. My
mother came, no one knows whence;
she went, no one knows whittier. At
ter that, is it hard to believe in the
Whish Hounds, and Black Copple-
stone?'
The things are not to be compared,
Your mother was buried at Buck
land, and have seen her grave. You
know that her body is there, and II
her soul is in heaven. But as for
mine, l do not even know whether she
had a human soul
Eve! What do you mean?'
I have read and heard tell of such
things She may have been a wood
spirit, an elf-mind. Whoever she was
whatever she was, my father loved
her. He loves her still. | can see
that He seems to me to have her
ever in his thoughts
Yes said Barbara sadly, he never
visits my mothers grave; l alone care
for the flowers there
I can look into his heart, said Eve
He loves me so dearly because he
loved my mother dearer still
Barbara made no remark to this.
Then Eve, in her changeful mood
went back to the former topic of con
versation.
Think, think, Bah. of Black Copple
stone riding nightly over these wastes
on his black mare, with her tail
streaming behind, and the little page
standing on the crupper, stabbing.
stabbing, stabbing; and the Whish
Hounds behind, giving tongue, and
Squire Cloberry in the rear urging
them on with his horn. o Bah! +
am sure father believes in this.
should die of fear were Copplestone
hunted by dogs to pass this way.
Hold!' Hark she almost screamed.
The wind was behind them; they
heard a CALL then the tramp of horses
feet.
Barbara even was for the moment
startled, and drew the gig aside, off
the road upon the common. A black
cloud had rolled over the sickle of the
moon, and obscured it's feeble light.
Eve could neither move nor speak
She quaked at Barbara's side like an
aspen.
In another moment dark figures or
men and horses were visible, advanc-
ing at full gallop along the ROAD
dull cob the sisters were driving
plunged, backed, and was filled with
panic. Then the moon shone out, ana
a faint, CHASTITY light fell on the road,
and they could see the black figures
sweeping along There were two
horses, one some way ahead of the
other, and two riders, the first with
slouched hat. But what was that
crouched on the crupper, clinging TO
the first rider?
As he swept past, Eve distinguished
! the imp-like form of boy. Thai
wholly unneryed her She uttered a
piercing shrek, and clasped her hands
over her eyes.
| The first horse had passed, the
second was abreast of the girls when
| that cry rang out. The horse plunged
and in a moment horse and rider
, crashed down, and appeared to dis
solve into the ground
! To be continued.