The Argosy — page 157: what you’re looking at

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144 The Grey Cottage. aware of those invisible magnetic wires which so often flash a message from one brain to another, those mysterious reminders which at times precede the arrival of an absent friend—the dream at night followed by the letter of the morrow. ‘‘ There are,” as Hamlet hath it, ‘‘ more things in heaven amd earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy.” What we call the supernatural may be but the gleams of a hidden sclence sometime to be revealed. Cecily tried to take up my view of the case. We agreed not to mention the matter to Hilda, or to anyone else. ‘Please, Mr. Cameron, you are wanted,” said Martha to my nephew, interrupting us that same evening when we were all sitting together, young Kirby, the engineer, being with us. ‘Who is it P” cried Leonard. ‘Will you please come out, sir; he won’t give any name.” Leonard went out. He came back again in a minute or two, and beckoned to Kirby, who was playing chess with Hilda. ‘‘Tt’s nothing,” he said, as we all started up. ‘‘ Only Martha has been frightened at some one standing at the back door and then going away without speaking. We'll go round the garden to make sure no tramps are about.” [left the room myself, thinking of tramps, and of nothing else. The cottage was so low and so covered by fruit trees and trellis, that it would have been a very easy matter to climb into the bed-rooms. My window, just over the porch, had especial facilities that way, and I went up to it. Opening the lattice very gently, I concealed myself behind the curtain and looked out. ‘The moon was bright. The voices of the two young men reached me from below. ‘‘Tt’s queer, Kirby—after all the talk, you know. Martha says she opened the door to get some wood, and there the old man stood. She thought it was a real tramp, mind you, and she did not like his staring in her face and never speaking. I am sure I saw him; he was going round towards the orchard.” “Very odd!” replied young Kirby. ‘I saw him too. He was leaning over the front gate.” ‘‘ And, by Jove, there he is now!” Where P.”’ ‘¢ At the gate.” ‘T don’t see him!” ‘¢ Nor do I now—he’s gone.” > Yes, there was no mistake; 7 saw him too from my window; the old man leaning on his stick at the gate, where he used to stand so often in life. Presently the two young men came in, and I went down. Spacing ‘‘ Have you seen any tramp, Leonard ?” ‘“No, aunt. Not a tramp.” ‘What then? Anything?” COMMICOOOKSseEOnA