The Washington times., 1913-04-07
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
THE GHOST GIRL By 2s.!:: s:::! q:
Copyright
By Henry Kitchell Webster
Author of The Whispering Man.
Copyright. 1872. Frank A. Munsey Co.

I What was the name Of your friend p
the medium asked.
Gwendolyn; but she will know who l
mean by what 1 can tell about her.
| What can you tell, so that Bright
Eyes can know who is called?"
! She was very beautiful said Gwen
| dolyn, and already the thrill of her voice
was beginning to infect me with a new
excitement. "She was young. about
| my own age, I think, and she had won
| derful masses of beautiful blond hair.
The organ stopped playing. and the
| silence gave the situation a new thrill.
1 felt a current of air stirring about
| my feet, as if some Cne had opened a
| door
| The thin, childish voice spoke now
| again, but somewhat uncertainty, as II
| the throat that uttered it were contract
| ed with 4 sort Of unreasoning fear.
TT is not enough" 1t said. Il must
| know more
1.-The girl I want to communicate
with said Gwendolyn, steadily. was
found frozen in the ice of the river. She
had been murdered"
1t was a long half-minute before the
childish voice spoke again. 1t was
| fainter this time, and before 1t was
| half through the sentence 1t had died
into rasping whisper.
There Is no answer" it said. THE
| spirit does not know 1t is called"
81 needed the grip of Gwendolyn's g
hand on my forearm to keep me in my
chair. Because across the room, oppo-
site where I sat. and almost behind the
medium, there came glow of blush
light. And in the midst of IL, appar-
| emily itself the cause Of it, appeared a
face.
But IT has come" said GwendoIyn.
"She is here. Look!''
Her voice was not loud but II rang
like a bell; not in terror, but In triumph,
and as he said the last word she let go
my arm and pointed.
For a moment the medium sat with
out moving, almost as IL frozen herself
and unable 20 move. But no one can
resist the command Of a finger pointing
behind one. and slowly. unwillingly. but
| irresistably, she turned.
What she saw there at the far end OF
the room. shining in the blush light 1t
&c emed itself to be the cause Of, was
the pale, ethereal face and the shining
golden hair, silvered by the blue light,
| of the mysterious, unknown girl the
police had found frGen in the ice just
! q month ago.
The woman looked at it DULY for a
| moment. Then she clutched suddenly
at her neck with both hands. The next
moment sine screamed picrcingly and
tainted.
There was q rush and the sound of
scuffle by the door. Jeffrey turned on
the lights. and we saw a strange man
toward the door, but toward the wo-
man, who lay unconscious on the floor.
Let go of me. d. you." he said
I'm not trying to get away. Let me
go to her"
He knealt beside her for a moment.
without paying any further attention
to us; but presently, when he found her
regaining consciousness, he looked up
and frowned at us across her body.
What have you been doing to her?'
he demanded. You might have killed
her. II you had. you'd none of you
have got away from me. What did You
do to her?'
The woman drew in long, gasping
breath. 1T was the face" she said
family. 1T was I!rene's face. I saw
her looking at me-"
where did you see it?" he asked
unevenly.
There she said. and she pointed
toward the big mirror that stood be-
tween the bookcases.
We all followed the mans eyes as he
turned about: but what he saw, and all
pale, astonished faces reflected there.
He turned back to her Cant you
forget that?" he asked. Cant you ever
forget il? What was Irene Fournier to
you?'
Jeffrey walked over to Richards and
held out his hand.
"Congratulations. Richards" he said
1T looks as II you were right about il,
after ALL"
4 Continuation Of This story VIII
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