The Arm Chair Library No. 79: The Haunted Homestead — page 16: what you’re looking at

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14 THE HAUNTED HOMESTEAD. my toilet, in order to be punctual at | Mathilde directing Jet in her work of the morning meal of my hostess. preparing the chamber for guests. As I descended the stairs I heard} “I shall have to put your brother Mrs. Legare speaking to her daugh-| and his friend here together to sleep, ter in the parlor, where a firé was kin-| my dear Agnes, as we are 80 oe But, died every morning while there were| by the way, who is his friend: 4 visitors in the house. She was saying:| “That is just what I cannot te “T tell you, Mathilde, it is all a de-| YOu. John, in his wild, careless cat lusion. Those who have never heard | *!™ply said that poses a forge an the story, never see, or hear, or fancy | im, as a reason why ‘ s cou hos a anything unusual: you know now| Ce accept your father’s Mi a Om Anges has not been disturbed, and it|}@"4_ Mr. Legare “ge 7 es y a is because she has heard nothing. — we es bae aes im to bring Whereas, if you had told her this his eh “te ong - : im. 4 history, she would have imagined, ae ae , cca Ten Heaven knows what!—all sorts of hor-| ™ust be con hett 0 Jodge with John; rors. That is the reason I wished her |W can do no a hgpeed te. to hear nothing of it. She has slept cet J nite i aE a sg - undisturbed in that room. Let that|®S your heart, chere é aig is ta be known. Others will then not ob-| . Little Jet was engaged in removing a. ject to do so, and the report will die | the fire-screen, preparatory to lighting “out” the fire to air the room. As she ae She spoke in a quick, low tone, and _ Byers vs pene: aA ae seeing me coming, instantly changed | CU Ranga She € aa We the subject. But my sense of hearing, famil ° a ag aes - ange always acute, was quickened by in-|*#™@UY portrait that ha en p tense interest, and I had heard more than she would have wished me to this use. That was not much; but— it was the portrait of the dark woman know. She turned to me with a smile and said: of my dream. | The same midnight eyes and hair, é | the same proud, stern, sad brow! _ ny F big! Scud, ou have rested te “Whose likeness is that, Mathilde?” T said: “As well as usual,” and re-|! asked when I had in some degree ceiving Mathilde’s morning kiss, took | ’¢Overed my composure. ner arm, and accompanied them into the breakfast room. “Oh, I don’t know, it is a portrait of some member of the family of the It was some hours after breakfast, that day, when I went up into my former proprietors, I suppose! We chamber to write letters. While thus found it here with other rubbish, con- sidered, I suppose, of too little value fs engaged I heard Mathilde coming up, singing, and enter a chamber corre- to remove, after the Van Der | Vaughans left; I washed its face = : set it up for a fire-screen. ‘to such vile sponding to mine, but separated from uses,’ yo By the sca at it! It uM by the front hall. is a very remarkable countenance’ Are you there, Agnes?” she asked. Such expression might have been that “Yes, dear; shall I come to you?” , “Si vous plait, Mademoiselle,” she : answered, gayly. of Semiramis when ordering the exe- eution of Ninus.” I went into the room, where I found 7 ey ee ee ee PE PEE eer = =. err Ay ow oe OPE “No! I do not think 80; there is #0 wickedness in this face! There is -— comicbooks.co