Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1909-01-01
Lady of the House of I'M Ri-6ka.
Who Lived In the Reign Of
Rameaas H.

The man rose and walked silently
and with lowered head toward the
door, | following As he put on his
hat and turned 10 NE at the door,
smiling the request that he he allowed
to pass forth. an overpowering curl
osity to know the meaning Of his
strange act seized me. and | said:
"WIlI you be kind enough 10 SIT
dowu with me for an hour or SO: It's
lonely here, and. besides, am all
wreath on the mummy lady's casket."
Il will linger aud tell you, sir. with
pleasure" said he.
He sat Ia my chair, and | seated
myself on the pedestal " Harnesses II.
Looking up at the massive stone fea-
lures. he said, as II To himself:
Not bit like him, OF course; wholly
ldealized" Then To me:
Il am sculptor, with studio In
the city. and am rated MS a little
lower than second class. | believe.
am to be married today The bride Is
good looking and is beautiful Of soul.
When l come here year hence she
will accompany me. and two wreaths
will be deposited on the c1Sket If the
lady Of the house VI In-Ri.Ska
MY one fad is private theatricals.
and have appeared IN many a play
at the houses Of friends and received
the polite plaudits and congratulations
OF the company. On one such oCca-
sion was introduced to a Miss Mary
Mattledge, the daughter of wealthy
produce broker Of this city.
"Did you ever in sweeping past some
lovely, or at least striking. piece OF
scenery In sixty mile an hour ex-
press get the notion that you had seen
that place before1 Everybody has
and 1t is the same with faces, but the
memory strains In vain, and we are
forced to accuse It OF attempting to
deceive.
well. it struck me on being intro.
duced to Miss Mattledge that we had
met before. and told her OF the curt
GUS trick my recollection was trying
to play me. S!nguiarly. abe had the
Identical feeling regarding me- ran
my life through for her In search OF
the possibility Of former meeting
but all without result
"'Mr. Morton she said.-that fl IN,
name. Peter Morton--I have some lit
efary ambitions. and this meeting o.
ours suggests 10 me u possible plot
for story or theme for a play Wher
It is ready will have papa invite you
to dinner some evening 30 that may
have the benefit Of your opinion on It.
so one fine day about six weeks
later polite note Of invitation from
the old gentleman reached my. work
shop. and I decided to accept. Sevcr
o'clock found me taking my seat Il,
the board OF the produce merchant be
tween him and his daughter, ..
in due time the conversation led t
Miss Mary's literary efforts. She hat
built play upon the incident Of Oul
meeting. Would not read 1t alout
for papa BY and by, SO that it nigh
have the benefit of my powers Of clio
cution? ..
who could say her nay?
'rhe conversation naturally proceed
ed on the lines cf the metaphysical
and mystic. spoke about having .
sud failure OF y test In telepathy. 4
friend and ! lad agreed while lean
museum that at certain hour an(
minute we were each to write dowl
what the other was then concentrat
ing his mind upon. I wrote that h'
was thinking Morton and his fads arr
equally humbugs, and he'll buy a nlc'
Wine supper for this folly but, /,
fact. he had his mind fixed sternly OF
the Lords Prayer.
mfr. Mattledse laughed heartily
but Miss Mary looked very pale ant
serious. Her great black eyes wer,
gazing straight into mine, with D.,
strange light burning in them.
land you! What did you projec
into the air for him?' she asked !,
trembling tones. ~ ,
"'Oh, another goose rhyme I an
swered truthfully. .Dickory. dickory
dock. the mouse ran up the clock. ant
son on
THAT was last Sunday week a