.VOL. XXXIII, N0. 38. CHICAGO, ILL., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1905.
' SINGLE GUPIES 5 DEHIE
A WCEW 1%.
E&EEQ$; the terrors oi liiarston House.
, [Copyright by W. D. Boyce Co.]
H TER I.
THE TERROR OF MARSTON HOUSE.
I By T. C. HARBAUGH, author of “Cleopatra's Necklace,” I
‘ izard of Catoctin,” etc., etc.
e storm has ceased. For two hours I
Wake listenlngs to the roll 0! noise 0! the Wlnd. ll stirred the Old trees
t the house and every
mught or alr reached
am not (‘uSllY frightened, nor
d 0 I believe In the supernatural, but 1 at
one to be night, destined to be su (ull of the lraglcnl,
For instance, there was old Gilbert Mais-
ie u o was one ri
inember that these two myslerles had never
In-en so A
“qre but two 01 the tragedies at
Mursloii House; there were others ust as
maid of the place and ii. (all woman'of 512-
had imbibed some or the Murstan's pride
was so sure that I had heard her door
the window and
Dpciilng it easlly
1 looked lnlo the haii.
Al first I saw nnlhlng for the light there
was aim, or at once I made out the shadmvy
abroad," I had nnld many Hines.
the poor devll who ls forced out nu i
"I plly It stole into my soul and I could not keep
1 lt out,
, night as this. I wonder it the Colonel is Mai-slon House stood above the rlver ll-mt
,,, yew - snug out to he let nt ery r way ‘It
when the last pauering drops ‘had strliok wa an ancient slrurluro, bull the iri-
! ’ ml drew aside th cum-ins. die of last century nn 1d been Inhabited
Kht was still by generations 0
dark to Whlch one could not reler without
I. and the w e countryside save
3. wlde berlll. the humble peas-
’ I of thelr Journey.
take up my
a dlstantly related
residence there. tor 1 We!
to Colonel Marston, and at the tlme
no 0 her me.
1: is no disgrace to acknowledge that I
w s an adopted chiid. xulonled by the old
mnn hlm I. been ad ce in
which to lay my h He a klnd
eled 5 great deal. Mime sald to escape
doom of the famllY- ‘
had grown lo manhood under the root
of Marslon H se. My rrhood had been
De in s spacious groin s, underneath
lhe lordly oaks, 1 x w every pal in its
forests an (the creeks that an throng
the, estate had laved y feet on many oc
rzls on mansion It i as as
Well Imo o the d about It.
It had old‘-tashioned ciuunhers. dark and
unonnny. s deep. dark corrldors and, yes.
lls forbidden pinces. ,
[Prrlble iuiulns down the
book I went to my (‘l1lIl"nl'M"l’, teellng strange
and '3: an "
Suddenly ‘while It (he wlndow listening
la the Ins drops of rziln I hear 2! door
Alicia had a room nlinoet oppnslte mlne
ln the old house. She was the trusted
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-n:‘;e.....'J.‘ ’ H
oulllnes of a human Hgure at the maid‘:
Allcla? No, it was not the mi, ruddy
stead it was the agure or a man.
the man riveted my whole
Btlonllon. He stood
siiginiy against it, his 15
sure more and more
revealed as I
Sand and I sinv that he was
when had he entered Mxrston House?
Th2 question came involuntarily to’ my llps.
had never seen h an; the
shadows nrevai d so much in the corridor
that could not make out his (ac: to my
sallnfacl on. . - ‘
He looked forelgn and i thought him a
Frenchman one minute and an llallan the
next. but he vanished suddenly.
Rememberlng the book I had read
rellrliig I ruhhed my eyes.
ans) er inspection, but he came
For an hour I stood with the door sin,-
und my gaze riveted on one u ’
“Let it go." said I, vexed in last. "What‘s
the u e or staring at a closed door.
Colonel Drab.-ibly came ln ln