Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1914-06-30

There are few things darker than a
country road at night, particularly if one
does not know the lay Of the land. Ii is
not difficult 10 traverse a known path; no
matter how dark il il, one l. able to find
the way by the aid ~ a mental photograph
taken IN the daytime. But supposing yon
have never been over the road IN the day
time. that Won know nothing whatever of
it, topography. where 1t dips or rIses.
where il narrows or forks. You may find
Yourself in the same unhappy state of
mind n a blind man suddenly thrust INTO
a strange house.
One black night. along a certain country
road. IN the heart of New Jersey, IN the
days when the only good roads were city
thornnghfares and country highways were
routes Ia limbo, a carriage went forward
cautiously. From time to time ii careencd
ike a blunt nose barge IN a beast sea. The
wheels and springs voiced their anguish
continually; for II was a good carriage,
unaccustomed 10 such ruts and h~ummocks.
"Faster. f~astcrl' came a mufiled voice
from the interior.
'Sir, ] dare mol drive any H~asfer.' re
Piled the coachman. II cant see the
horses heads. sir. let nlone the road. I've
blown out the lamps. but ! can'i see the
road any better for that"
LET the horses have their heads. they'll
find the way. II can't be- much farther.
You'll see the lights"
The coachmnn sworc in his teeth. All
right. This man who was IN such i hurry
would probably send them all INTO The
ditch. Save for the few stars above. h.
might have been driving Beelzebub's coach
IN the Bottomless Pit. Black velvet, every
where black velvet. A wind was blowing.
and vet the blackness was 80 thick that il
gave To the coachman the sensation ii milo
suffocation.
BY and by. through the trees. he saw a
flicker of light. II might or might not be
the destination. He cracked hiS whip reck-
lcssly and the carriage lnrchcd an two
wheels. The man in the carriage balanced
himself carefully - that the bundle in
his arms should nn, ir unGuly disturbed.
His arms arhed. lie stuck hn~ head out OF
the window.
That's the place" ~ sand. "And when
You drive up make a. little NOISE ~ YOU
can.
'Yes, SIR" called down the driver.
When the carriage drew ~, nd IT, iour-
ney's end the man inside Jumped ont
and FASTENED toward the gates. lie ~cra
tinixed the sign ON one 81 the posts. This
MAS III place:
MISS FARLOw'S PRIVATE SCHOOL.
The bundle in his arms stirred aud he
hurried mp the path ie the door Of the
house. Tie seized the ancient knocker and
struck several times. lie placed the bundle
ON the steps and ran back Ia the waiting
carriage. into which he stepped.
'Oh with you."
'Thai's a good word. sir. Maybe We
can make Your rain"
DO you think you could lind this place
a~gains"
you couldn't get me ON tins pike again.
sir, for a thousand not me-
Ii wa~ a quarter after 10. Miss Susan
Farlow had lust returned Ia the reception
room from her nightly tour Of the upper
halls 90 see il all her charges were in bed.
where the rules of the school confined
them after $50. IL was nj this moment
that she heard the thundcrons knocking II
sIss door. The old maid felt her heart stop
beating for q moment. Who eou:d II be at
this tims of night. Then the thought came
swiftly that perhaps the parents Of some
one Of her charges was i'll aud this was the
summons. Sitting her fears. she went
~rrsshnleiy 10 the door aud opened 1t.