, 1912-02-29

way.
Now. what would you think of
khatT murnured the operator,
scratching his head in perplexity.
fwell, the company gets the n
Eo it's all the same to me. Butter
flies. and all the rest in French. Next
Ime it'll be bugs. AL; right: here
E%oes!"
The bouse at the toy of the hill had
w naines. 1t had once been called the
Matcb Tower for eason but vaguely
known by the present generation of vii
layers. Today 1t was generally styled
irhe Pines. Yet even this had fallen into
hisuse save on the occupants letter
paper. When any n asked where
Rear Admiral Killigrew lived be was
directed to 1.-The big white house at
lie top O. the hill"
The Killigrews had not been born
nd bred there. Its builder had been
friend OF King George-that Is. his
kympathies had been with taxation
without representation. One day he
bold the manor cheap. His reasons
were sufficient. 1t then became the
property Of u wealthy trader. who
|lied in It. This was In 1909. His
heirs. living and preferring to live in
Philadelphia. put up a sign and. being
f careful disposition. kept the place
in excellent repair.
In the year 1915 1t passed into the
bands of a Frenchman, and during
bis day the villagers called the house
WAS always on the high balcony. tele-
scope in hand. gazing seward. No
bne knew his name. BE dealt with
the villagers through his servant. who
foIld speak English, himself profess
ng that he could not speak the Ian
kuage. He was a recluse. almost a
hermit. AT odd times a brig would be
been dropping anchor in the ofing.
Ehe was always from across the wa
fer. from the old country. as villagers
10 this day insist upon calling Europe.
Fhe manor during these peaceful in
Fasions showed signs of life. Men
from the brig went up to the big white
bouse and remained there for a week
pr a month. And they were n men.
battle SCARED and fierce of eye. some
with armless sleeves. some with stiff
legs. some twisted with rheumatism.
kl spoke French and spat whenever
hey saw the perfidious flag of old
England. This was not marked against
hem as a demerit. for the wal of
sl2 IA yet smoking here and there
long h great lakes. Suddenly they
you'd up and away. and the manor
gould resume its repellent aloofness
ZACH time they returned their number
fas diminished Old age had sue
eded war rs a harvester. In 1922
Pie mysterious old recluse surren-
Pered the ghost. His heirs. ignored
lnd hated by him for their affiliation
Fth the Bourbons, sold it to the ia
her OF the admiral.
The manor wasn't haunted. The
fsrd headed longshoremen and sailors
mo lived at the foot of the hill were
practical people, to whom spirits
we're something mostly and generally
put up In bottles. and emptied on sun
ess. blustery days. Still. they wouldn't
ave been human If they had not done
Pone romancing.
There were a dozen yarns, each at
f%ariance with the other. First, the
Did "monseer" was a fugitive from
rance; everybody granted that. Sec
Pnd. that he had helped to cut of King
louis head; but nobody could prove
NAT. Third. that he was a retired
plrate; but retired pirates always
wound up their days in riOtous living.
this theory died. Fourth. that he
Ad been II great soldier in the Ma
Poleonic wars. and this version had
0ne basis, as the old mans face was
|ashed and cut. some of his fingers
Kissing, and he limped. Again, he
ad been banished from France for a
aare In the Hundred Days. But. all
0d, nothing was proved conclusively.
But the next generation partly for
vi and the present only indifferently
snembered that once upon a time a
Fench emigre had lived and died up
here.
all these things Fitzgerald and his
Fohpanion learned from the driver on
We Journey up the incline.
Where was this Frenchman bur
Nf' inquired Breitmann softly.
In tn cemetery jest over tn hill.
@t nobody knows jest where he Is
"W. Stones gone. an tn grounds
level that end. He was on'y a
tnchman. But tn admiral. now
Oufe talkin'. He pays cash an don
-ahe no bargain rates when he wants
'vo done Go wan. y OIL nag. What
dreamin' OFF"
mere might be history in that cor
@ro OF the graveyard" said Breitmann.
VINO knows? Good many strange
US OF furniture found their way over
'e turing those tremendous times.
Tautltul place In the daytime. ehf'
a. In Nh ~