Year: 1870

But could not and would not leave
without seeing the place myself. walked
up to the villa, and found it closed at every
entrance. There was not trace of liv-
ing soul about it. l was determined to
enter it At last, after walking round the
building once or twice, / saw that 1t was
possible to climb up to window, which l
at once recognized as that of my former
sleeping room, by means of light lattice
trailing it, if it could only bear my weight.
got up, / opened the easement, and In
minute was in the loom. At once 1
found my way to the apartment which
knew to have been that occupied by Lori
mer. Everything there bore traces of de-
parture; but there was no disorder, no con-
fusion, nothing to bear cut the testimony
of my dream.


still 1 was not satisfied, and resolved
to search.


s1n one corner of the room stood pom
derous iron-clasped closet, of Italian make,
and of great size. 1t shut with a spring;
but / found the secret of it, and threw
open the lid Great Godl there was the
realization Ct my dream; there, IL that
snowy robe. was the body, of Sibyl, with
the tangled mass of golden hair; there was
the face gashsd with the deep wound which
had already seen. discolored all over with
the dark stain that seemed to cry aloud for
vengeance.


From that chamber ! departed with the
intention of Immediately giving the alarm.
But my mind was distressed, and wander
ed scarce knew whittier, till | found N.Y.
self immediately in front of the arbor in
which Sly bl Lorimer only few days ago
had sat beside me-


"Once more l heard step. the same
step had already heard there. 1 TUNED
round and saw Lorimer.


"'Dolt IDIOT he exclaimed, have you
Eot think that I watched you enter the
house, that / knew you went into tn
chamber in which she lies dead-dead, and
killed With that same instrument which
shall deal you, too your death 2" And saw
him flash the long Italian blade which 1
had seen once before in my dream.


"1 anticipated the movement, and seized
his wrist Just as he was in the act of strik-
ing the blow, else you would scarcely hear
me tell you this. There was not moment
TO lose. Then came struggle struggle
for existence. He was O powerful man.
and his grip was like iron. We were fast
approaching the extremity of the pleci-
pice, on the side of its brink. A moment
more, and all would have been over. His
foot slipped. and he fell PROSTATE. There
on the ground lay the knife. seized it,
and


mo. thank God, the stain of bloed is
not on my hands. Lorimer rose, but wheth-
er it was madness or despair, or whether
he felt that l was more than his match, ]
know not l looked round; he had disap-
peared. The man had thrown himself
from the brink of the rock, FIVE hsn-
dred feet high, iuto the ocean beneath.


For the rest-well, never mind the
rest. 1t was the dream / wanted to tell
you about, Gppropos Of that business Of
yours. If were you, Arthur, as Isaid be-
fore, would renew the search for those
papers in every possible quarter to-mor
row."


And Cry Gervayse knocked the ashes
ont of his pipe, and became silent and iEl
penetrable as ever.


! Well, Frank and myself took the ad
vice of our cousin. We did renew the
search for the will; what is more, We
found it among precisely those paper
which were indicated to Frank by hi
ghostly visitant, As for the truth of these
! two dreams, can at least vouch for tha
of one; and as for the other, Guy Gervays'
is not given to romancing.