Smyrna times., 1932-04-27
WEEKLY STORY
AROUND TABLE
Reading to While Away Time
Under the Evening Lamp
When Days Work is Done
INTERESTING READING
THE GREY HOUSE MYSTERY
BY Clarrissa Mackie

plete rest and isolation from soci-
ETY., the first thought that came into
Sallie's lovely head was beauti-
full one about the old gray house
that Uncle Peter Barr had left to
her in his will.
81 want to get away from peo-
pie, mumsie, DEAR" Sallie told her
mother. Imagine the old Gray
house. two miles from everybody"
"Then l will write to Mrs. Lunty
and tell her to get ready for you,
Sally. Do you want to take your
runabout with you?"
81 believe I'll drive down there
myself-that will be fun-only 50
miles-and I'll send you and dad
a wire the moment / arrive. The
post office is Virgins station, I'm
sure"
Il thought they received their
mail at Gearing-Gray house lies
half way between the two villages" !"
And that was the beginning of the
ceived Mrs. Barr's letter.
a week later Sallie Barr stopped
her car at the tiny railroad station
in the hills of Connecticut, and
sent off a telegram. Arrived safe
ly-send all mail to Wiggin sta.
tion-feeling splendid after lovely
ride. Sallie."
After inquiring her way to Gray
house Sally hoped into the little
car and started off to "her own
house."
'Mmmm-nfI Broiled chops, baked
potatoes" shifted Sally hungrily as
she mounted the steps and piled
the brass knocker.
''Bless my soul. Miss Sally, dear,
wat are you doing here?" bleated
Mrs. Lunty. "Why didn't you send
me word, Miss Sally? l would have
been prepared for you"
Didn't you get the letter mother
sent?"
"No-we receive our mail at Wig
gin station-perhaps she sent 1t to
Gearing"
'.She did | wired her from Wig
GIN" she smiled. as she explained
about her banishment from the so
cial whirl.
Il will go down and prepare your
lunch now," said Mrs. Lunty. de-
parting hastily. There was the
pleasant smell of good tobacco.
Make me think of poor Don,"
thought Sally sadly. as she bathed
herself and got into some summery
clothes. Don Roberts was a young
man. poor young man and proud,
who had tried to forget Sally. who
was rich. and who had proudly lei
her go with an aching heart She
anything to do with her Illness
81 believe this house is haunt
ed" Sally said next morning at
breakfast.
Mrs. Lunty stared at her with a
stricken face. Il believe it is. Miss
Sally. BY a gentleman who plays
the VIOLIN" she added.
days passed, and now and then
Sally heard the ghostly music from
the tower room; she never investi-
gated the tower, but she did think
it odd one moonlight night when
the music was suddenly stopped
by the jarring discord Of a broken
string. A sharp exclamation In q
masculine voice brought Sally to her
feet. II do believe Mrs. Lunty is de
ceiving me-" she said slowly. "She
Is keeping a boarder here. or she
has a guest" She went to the
window and looked down at the
tempting garden. .1'm going down
there before / Sleep" she thought
The garden was drenched In
moonlight, and the roses heavy
with dew. Sally buried her face
In a full blown pink rose.
A sound startled her. Some one
was approaching along the path be-
tween the taller roses.
"Specters can't make sounds"
her common sense whispered, as
she lifted her head haughtily. The
shadow of young man approached,
saw her, and stopped In front of
her.
sally" he whispered. mot Sally
-here-why. I'm seeing thingsT It
was the voice of Don.
"You are seeing Sally Barr
and nobody else!" murmured that
young woman courageously. This
is my house-and my rose garden
how dare you haunt it?"
Il came here because | was i'll
and was ordered to a quiet place."
was his dignified reply. Mrs. Lunty
very kindly took me in as a board
er; she has just explained about
your owning the house. and of
course, am leaving IN the morn
ing"
"Of course" mimicked Sally.
"You-don't care-w-whether you
break my h-heart or n-n-not."
And then the ghost proceeded to
behave like d very real young man
very much In love.
"And they're going to live at