The Argosy — page 284: what you’re looking at

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In the Dead of Night. 267 ‘“‘T hear nothing save the moaning of the wind, and the low mutter- ing of thunder far away among the hills.” “It seemed to me that I heard the voice of Percy Osmond calling to me from the grave—the same voice that I have heard so often in my dreams.” | ‘“‘How your hand burns, Dering! Shake off these wild fancies, I implore you,” said Tom. ‘What a blinding flash was that !” ‘They are no wild fancies to me, but most dread realities. I tell you it is Osmond’s voice that I hear. I know it but too well. ‘Thou shalt avenge!’ it says to me. Only three words: ‘Thou shalt avenge !’” (Zo be continued.) — is SCRE SS SLUMBER SONG. SLUMBER, slumber, darling; peace enfolds thee ; In her arms she holds thee Gently whilst I sing. Rest thee, rest thee, deep in dreamland rest thee, Up to heaven haste thee, Echoes ring. Fair the hour, Deep the power Which afar from every ill Lulled thee, softly hushed and still—so still ! Slumber, slumber, darling; peace enfolds thee ; In her arms she holds thee, whilst I sing. Wake thee, wake thee, in the early morning, When the sunlight, dawning, Whispers it is day; Sweetly, sweetly, from thy dreams emerging, As swiftly flows the surging Wave away. Fairy faces, Elfin graces, Softly whisper all day long Of thy dreaming by my song, my song. Wake thee, wake thee, in the early morning, When the sunlight, dawning, whispers day ! GOMNGOOO SS (SO)