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224 Featherstows Story. the slab, I was in a paroxysm of horror. Something, like an a | wind coming up the passage, seemed to flutter the candle as I lighted © it. Can I have left the door open, I thought; and turned to look. — There stood Edwin Fennel. He stood just inside the door, which © appeared to be shut, and he was looking straight at me with a | threatening, malignant expression on his pale face. ‘Oh! have you come home to-night?” I exclaimed aloud. For | I really thought it was so. The candle continued to flicker quickly as if it meant to go out, causing me to glance at it. When I looked up again Mr. Fennel was gone. J¢ was not himself who had been there; it was only an elluston. | Exactly as he had seemed to appear to me the night before he and Nancy returned from London in December, so he had appeared. again; his back to the door, and the evil menace on his counte-, nance. Did the appearance come to me as a warning? Or was the thing nothing but a delusion of my own optic nerves? I dragged my shaking limbs upstairs, on the verge of screami at each step with the fear of what might be behind me, and un-, dressed and went to bed. For nearly the whole night I could not, sleep, and when I did get to sleep in the morning I was tormented by a distressing dream. All, all, as it had been that other night from three to four months ago. A confused dream, no method in it. Several people were about, Nancy for one; I saw her fair curls. We all seemed to be in grievous discomfort and distress; while I, in worse fear than this world can know, was ever striving to hide myself from Edwin Fennel, to escape some dreadful fate which he held in stors forme. And I knew I should not escape it. r JOHNNY LupLow, | COMIC DOOL<SMeLo} ra)