The San Francisco call., 1908-03-15
A ROMANCE
By Max Pemberaon

tbasa nonstrojs bedrooms rarely Anne had
rsrT emnfiness OF them chilled his
there were anything in the hays tales
See YOU Barry last. as empty as the
grave-do walls, then out?
"Ay master, to spirits voice. We shall do no good
sYe make a craven of me- Barry-ye would give
.Not So sirEbut because you have heart for
woman, L say. came
then. believe that the caves have voicesT
Il care for no creed sir-my tongue would not
And yet experimentation, it creeps into ths
He had heard cry again-weird. mournful very
wall as of dead spirits And now It seemed @ 70 b s
which they had visited not 10 minutes ago
faith which had would carry him no
further-and. moreover some suspicion OF tne truth
not this-but who. then2 whose
voice uttered that dreadful lament? could
not brave the ordeal. The beside him had scarce
the strength to drag his trembling limbs down the
corridor
Think you that my lord playing trick upon
Barry looked up instantly
had thought OF it. master
But thinking of it now 1t would be grim
speaking to US But if it were JEST
sooner laugh his face"
There would be news of this in London tonight
and-could the king have so disgraeed me- Barry9'
"Perchance there another who wished it. sir
yet-no not that-+not thats'
He caught his master Dy the lapel OF the coat ana
the placefor they stood In the sreat cor
rdor in that splendid gallery which runs at the
side of the house and famous the world over
here they heard such horrid burst OF hendish
laughter born had listened TO 1t un-
moved High shri1I and dsmoniacal 1t echoed
might have a shrek of the damned. Upon which
the faithful Barry gave 1t UP and bolted
headong, leaving his master TO any fate the house
might have In store for him.
The devil went with him down the stairs, he said
afterwardan evil breath soorched the very hair upon
Sir Richard, however did not move The Jest
upon jester He thinking OF that-the secret.
could but possess it,
Thrice he paced the great gallery. looking often
window and endeavored to shut his the
cry Some kept this for my lord. he argued
but who And whence this dreadful
of woe-so real. terrible that human voice had
feigned This he could not answer-but his courage
returned him, searching every nook and
with keen he stopped at last and picked some OBJ
ject from Of the little tables which stood In an
embrasure of the window. This trhe he thrust into
of his coat and taking but one look to the
gardens that the horses were still
there his hand firmly about his sword and
al went down.
He had come upon a fools errand then-but it
wholly him that horrid laughter still
echoed the rafters-he thought to detect
step the sound of mans voice but OF this
not In the hall at last he cast one
glance upward to hand at the highest or the
balustrades black object hurting down
This the spirits answer then-this
heavy missile hurled down at him derfsively by the
firing pistol at hazard. he quilted the place In
stantly left the IN It's keeping.
THE seek Is elsewhere. Barry" he said, as
they rode on. "but shall find hm-and when we
him he shall answer for yonder house and
for the infamy it hides.
Barry shook his head
have o e Windsor by nightfull, master" he
rejoined; "you vii aside again"
h @ non biu Tor that Wbtbsr in Gods naros thsn
had they carried Kitty, and what house harbored my
that Harborne him, after ALL and that Lon
don would laugh the story OF this days work.