The Washington times., 1917-12-10
DRACULA,
THE VAMPIRE
By BRAN STOKER.

OF my trust I shall show II to him,
with every thought OF my heart put
down for his dear eyes to read
feel strangely sad and low-spirited to-
day. 1 suppose II Is the Teaotien from
the terrible excitement.
EVENTS OF PAST SEEN
HORRIBLE TRAGEDY.
Last night went to bed when the
men had gone, simply because they
told me to. didn't feel sleepy, and
did feel full Of dsvouring anxiety. 1
kept thinking over everything that
has been ever since Jonathan came to
see me In London. and It all seems
like q horrible tragedy, with fate
pressing on rsientlsssly to some des-
tined end.
Everything that one does seems, no
matter how right Il may be. to bring
on the very thing which Is most to
be deplored. II hadn't gone to Whit
by perhaps poor dear Lucy would be
with US now. She hadn't taken to
visiting the churchyard till ] came,
and II she hadn't come there in the
daytime with me she wouldn't have
walked there In her sleep; and IL she
hadn't gone there at night and asleep
that monster couldn't have destoyed
her as he did, Or, why did ever go
10 Whitby7
There, now, crying agalni / wonder
what has come over me today. must
hide 1t from Jonathan, for II he knew
that had been crying twice in one
morning. who never cried on my
own account, and whom he has never
caused to shed a tear-the dear fellow
would fret his heart out. I shall put
a bold face on, and IL do feel weepy
he shall never see II. / suppose It Is
one OF the lessons that we poor
women have to learn.
can't quite remember how fell
asleep last night. remember hear
ing the sudden barking OF the dogs
and lot OF queer sounds like pray
Mr.. Renneld's room, which is some
where under this. And then there
was silence over everything, silence
so profound that II startled me, and
got up and looked UIt OF the win
dow. All was dark and silent, the
black shadows thrown by the moon
| tight seeming full of . silent mystery
OF their own.
THIN VEIL OF MIST MOVES
SLOWLY TOWARD HOUSE.
Not a thing seemed to be stirring.
but all to be grim and fixed as death
white mist that crept with almost i'm
perceptible slowness across the grasf
toward the house seemed to have
sentence and vitality of its own.
| I think that the digression OF my
thoughts must have done me good
for when got back to bed found
Iethargy creeping over me. L lay 4
while. but could not quite sleep, SO
got out and looked out OF the win
dow again.
The mist was spreading and II was
now close up to the house, so that j
could see It lying thick against the
wall, as though II were stealing up
to the windows. The poor man was
more loud than ever, and though /
could not distinguish . word he said,
could in some way recognize in his
tones some passionate entreaty on his
part Then there was the sound of
u struggle, and I knew that the at
tendants were dealing with him.
was so frightened that 1 crept into
bed and pulled the clothes over my
head, putting my fingers in my ears.
| was not then a bit sleepy; at least
so thought; but ] must have fallen
asleep, for, except dreams, I do not
remember anything until the morning,
when Jonathan awoke me.
/ think that II took me an effort
and a little time to realize where ]
was and that IT was Jonathan who
was bending over me. Ny dream was
very peculiar, and was almost typical
OF the way that waking thoughts be-
come merged in or continued in
dreams.
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