The Washington times., 1917-10-21
PART oNE-(continued)

PART ONE-(ContinuedD
Later.-Another night adventure
Renheld artfuIly waited until
the attendant was entering the
room to inspect. Then he
dashed out past him and few
down the passage. sent
word for the attendants to follow.
Again he went into the grounds of
the deserted house, and we found him
in the same place, pressed against the
old chapel door. When he saw me he
became furious, and had not the at
tendants seized him in time, he would
have tried to kill me. As we were
holding him a strange thing hap
rened. He suddenly redoubled his, ef-
Iorts, and then as suddenly grew
calm. I looked round instinctively,
but could see nothing.
HUGE BLACK EAT
DIsAPPEAas TOWARD WEST.
Then caught the patients eye and
followed It, but could trace nothing
as It looked into the moonlit sky, ex-
cept a big bat, which was tapping its
silent and ghostIy way to the West
Bats usually wheel and fit about, but
this one seemed to go straight on. as
IL It knew where 1t was bound for or
had some intention OF its own. The
patient grew calmer every instant,
and presently said: g. ~.
you needn't tie / . l. shall 20
quistlyI" Without trouble we came
back to the house. / feel there In
something ominous in his calm. and
shall not forget this night.
Lucy WesteHru's Diary. =
HillinRhan, "a August must imi,
tate Nina, and keep writing things
down. Then we can have long talks
when we do meet. I wonder when Il
will be. 1 wish she were with me
again, for feel SO unhappy. Last
night seemed to be dreaming again,
just as I was at whitby. Perhaps It
is the change OF air. or getting home
again. IT Is all dark and horrid to
me, forI can remember nothingi but
am full of vague fear, and feel so
weak and worn out.
When Arthur came to lunch he
looked quite grieved when he saw
me, and hadn't the spirit to try to
be cheerful wonder II could sleep
In mothers room tonight shalt
make an excuse and try.
% AuEust-Another bad night.
Mother did not seem to take to my
proposal. She seems not too well
herself, and doubtless she fears to
worry me. I tried to keep awake,
and succeeded for q while; but when
the clock struck twelve it walked me
from q, doze, 80 I must have been
falling asleep. There was a sort of
scratching or tapping at the window.
but I did not mind II, and. as l re-
member no more, / suppose 1 must
then have fallen asleep. More bad
dreams. wish I could remember.
them.
This morning I am horribly weak.
Ny face is ghastly pale, and my
throat pains me. 1t must be some
thing wrong with my lungs, for I
don't seem ever to get air enough. I
shall try to cheer up when Arthur
comes, or else know he will be mis-
erable to see me SO.
Letter, Arthur HoIn1toood to Dr.. SeLDGrd.
"Albemarle Hotel. 81 August.
MY Dear Jack:
"I want you to do me a favor. Lucy
Is Ill; that Is. she has no special dis
ease, but she looks awful, and is
getting worse every day. I have
asked her IL there Is any cause; do
not dare to ask her mother, for to
disturb the poor lsdy's mind about
her daughter In her present state OF
health would be fatal. Mrs. westenra
has confided to me that her doom is |
spoken-disease OF the heart-though |
poor Lucy does not know It yet. II
am sure that there is something prey
ing on my dear girls mind.
IT am almost distracted when I |
think of her; to look at her gives me |
a pang. I told her should ask you |
to see her, and though she demurred |
at hrst-I know why, old FELLOWSHIP |
finally consented. 1t will be a painful !