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Show tic, M ' 1 L V, 'I,? -- TTIC 'S. 'tv -- 2x fc u .I.AWKiH r r : U L?.l . .... r? LPPLEIViElYT, Mo. 3. THEE, BELOVED OY tn.te beloved one ! or i av !i'!u ThroapUiU.l .l 1 tr:vo th e tl. wor hp wli cj n A port's heart o .n pav. a sole.mi hour And ot at idi Jut-ra- t In wak' g dreams I star. bur n f.ny slower, To find ; feiU idoi of uiv heart. . beloved ne i h.-tAnd 0, thou . thought iuul w "h of mine, 0 ; iV, have 1, for a run n, One Mnsie tKuJitof thine? tlfv - n Vo (hell h il ere - v :,iy XV,r ar h'; no h not it duYh a y mi s t :i l K bi U may fir, i 'U I loom n Hi 11 '...if Jh xThJl. uf.'f , jtUn, cA i, I- - d i. i U in hU.en. ('. iy t li uht and dtearn it I Si u til III'? ,i .. . i 'if iaVich, ti b r t id U h'-- h here, iloni i f . ni v. '.i i e i - f r tin uht :h may " ' : h I.' sued. be io n,T ill j hre-wi ; 1. tY vlt (huh . fii Ui i Ju e u, dear r.ne, And wej.fnit mirt isove, heu (D 'ii ul set them free, Ji,r soul, ' (xr. i vc in woiLU of !oe. t bidet d, r.n ecstasy )h. i", Ui d Ufii'd be to me I iiiv, t re !! heaCii f A. e , ! 1 Oh, woud it lc to thee? Woman of the C-r-ay Llocr. Ai VI. 5 g i.vn jionHfl in ton'Piits, drifting and v, ;.f cold fleet, idinos. Inra-L- . a.s 'I'Diii wrong tide out, and Incak-Wyj- l' f coat as if it tv l'el.t the smooth surface, c It futility of previous eiforts :f ' i ru! night ; through the water and jv. i h tke Never-icy wiun in my faced f. ttirve was no help for it, no other j, vo than this tramp over cub irons through the 1, limling - "i. Tiie train hud dro; ped 1116 or. v.hrie the f' (ended tot(e p i.i.Vrof a dl.tct ions to ihc le.iest inn, a tli :,.nt. wher-- - my fi.e,.u hitim.od to c. Tu-i- t was wnv rav travels led he this he ey ,vdk. The steady n; my lament fell on the pools and of " ater as they monoid:. rily deep- 'r gathered under deceptive piles of Nothing save a promise to my old 3 . ! tnie Strang, could have into- to brave the elements on such a is this Lai separated ten years before. 1 If to India, while Bernierenia'nod at save when yachting on the ilediter-o- r lounging through his eastern the gay, careless way that Bernie try 'ling. And now, after ten years, e rg the pitiless storm to meet him hitt' day .and go out to the fine old in v. inch had come to him by way of nce. Tho wind cut 'in' piercing fteivss these moors; nothing broke sweep. I had hunted over them A dh Iut never encountered a storm until ttoi.cd my coat closer and drew my ; the tempest eeemed to increase, the umbrella like a Its a rag. night for man or beast, 1 mutually endeavoring to right the urn- - inV r"' ; mv water-proo- de-Ih- Jjf De--,c- tr..h.', "! is e- - t- id Hide if-- am. it is a bad night, TAH fVce at my very elbow.-srun- it have t answered a had risen from its grave, I been more shocked or aston- - sprays bad on these moors oa the of December," she added, at the ment coming close to my side, and H ecember e UUEEh f jnr-ftl- d n - the eft should, had a y hf falling into sti p with me. '1 he light suddenly beamed upon a pale, rigid face, with eyes steadily gaz.ng before. Isveu in the storm 1 could iee that t. era was something unusual abnui the woman, something alino-- t vve.rd. Her dress seemed to he of gray serge, covered with a long cloak, and the hand that held it together was slender and white. Her bonnet evidently belon ed to some past fashion ; indeed, altugeiher, her costume was out of date, and dripping with water. There are not many travelers such nights as this, she obscived, after walking a tew steps and keeping pace with my rapid strides. Not very often a lady?" I queried, glancing into the delicate face and noting tho pained expression thereon. She must be in trouble to venture out on such a night as this. I reflected. Surely no woman could brave this miserable weather t for any trifling pretext, and yet I was bound to admit that she appeared scarcely conscious of its discomforts. It must be a dire n cessity that tempts a ladv out on such a night. she questioned ; yes, a Necessity? dire necessity. I must cross these moors if the tempest tears them apart. Is the twentieth of December? she abrupt lj turning her face toward me. hon me gar r.g str iglit m front of her in the fixt d g ie, as if she strove to peer iiro he blackness always before us. pitch-lik- e Yes, certainly it is, I responded as n fresh gU't of wind and rain dashed ar. nsi ' Take us care, that pond of water is - ovr.1 .'I'u'-ii.p.- " docs not ipatier, she aeswu red, wui.mg through the Hlushy pond without a Arc you sure this io the giauc .it it. of December ? tvvei 1 Vo-lam. I s,dd porfe ty d q;iielt'y, Then. she. cress i lie moor. Ait! I i,.u-- t -- there ir, no help for it; I in; si walk walk in spire of the hh.su and r.du." Her void ' had an echo i if iuud'-n- l and Bad. the mumuim.i of hui." ing that s l.rihed me like the at. h of a s- iiug mcis-ly- . the Surely re;.;,,- - cal. :..fy for fra.de cteatuic out i i this liuv.l.ng v. bher-u- o '! ho s paiin s m he; j;v, c oa; :i. C3 mo- ed me more than any to eg had diau for r.iriy a- day I took a u r look at the tiring- --figure, j,nd, man t'- at I was, ihc old-ih ueil. almost u.iiip.uc.iaaec of remu as the. woman impH-sseShe mark dole. have .a. for the d dame of a cen-tuip.vrtiivt ot seme hh'i;-!nsse, and si eves pass, vviiii her long falling back Horn the vv.ists, and cnor- -' The face, as mopsiy hig'i.ht.led siio'-s- . well as I could see it. was pretty, without She looked troubled, bmng very young. almost e.gou .ed, and utterly .regina'icss of the wretched Wuik vve were nav.hig; nevertheless, this antique female filled mo with compassion I strove to shield her from M the diiving rain with my umbrella. I said, after a critical side glance. Perhaps you wdl allowing to attend to your errand ; if it is in my power to serve to do so. you. it will givo mo plea'-u-- c You are wonderful polite, sir. she reI imu atplied with a formal coivk y. tend to my own i nun i, but all, sir, po.maps you will tell roe whether this is really the twentieth of December ? She had turned toward me and clasped her long, white hands together imploriuply, wbi.e the intense sadness with which she seemed to utter these words again crept into her voice. Madam, there is not a doubt of it ; I assme you it is perfectly true. 1 left London t,.is morning and have the papers in my pocket ; you can see them if you wish ; here is the " No, she interrupted with a deprecating I; 1 This woman perplexed me strangely, and began to think the Dartmoor d sumoe off. and wish it had or that my singular companion some other time for her stroll. I m. ant the last twentieth of December, th; vVi.. w s not so wild ns this. lcjoinrd the v.o-.- i n, drawing her cloak around her, somehow I Inn a long been nearer, hail eho-- iv snpp-i-- h-- . n mi-D.- t ,i y id-a- sdd i 1 jn i.A5iiL3 2. gable, which guided belated travelers; one coot 1 see the light from it far across tho moors, she responded, in that clear treble of hers, I made no ; this time 1 reflected. She is mistaken ; no such window has over been there, to my knowledge, ihe wind was not as high. a'tLough the rain nnd sleet still fell in torrents, giving us mu h aa I could do to find th way, uuil i i some ,u from i:s peltmeiism. d f ad dr ing. A far, h a ever, .s my efforts were conci rr.d, or indc- - ;s to the vi.; her, she rppearvd blivions md evidently n. ver noticed either t cpt 1; a ; mint ;ii'kjuvvl- 1 i . ling-- to. you were never out in such a of wind I cl ween tho gu-is sf t! c vvw iih, do-- n a r, n.y ;i o.il and m ihi g me gasp f r lca'.h. "Af. yes; 'tis notiiii.c. I cm; - d the moo;-enc; when the snow hail b mked up a.id well to l lo,vti l.r.-i- dies of thv t c ivc '1 the in tl,.- Halt , or- .i u ' tf ire l a t..u . w kitchen hail adt u t il ; ..ml I - i h.-e- it then; ut no railway one to till m vvh.t .cr it was th twentieth of DaCui'ar, a.thevtg'i I so.i'r'.t to know. d'Mrc the m vv k"t ken ha.1 t . v. ? Th My biain ., r of t.ie i; n k tc'.n n P'. le in tho stop.- I !;..d h ol.t d a' id ton, tu.d tu.ded its. ci-s- s'd thee was, no b-- eu a-- 1 da id 'tow oi ik ; r r ' r . . v.. k pi we t .au.e in neth-ii- th: t 1 gct.d of the had been ono of - i ;ld i as my . chr itigo tint tl i - ..."'l.1 .vak id ii, when i l. 1 .a ll.tr had it frt ... hcrgi.iud- - ah vvi'h all t 1.,.' t. : ...u T e . i.i tl . i ' i hii-- . 'i w ; v, i in cor, a k. ii : i : ' v pc i. i hna-d- r i i.n- - . : Vic I i Dn-ttn- inn k:,ehen tra I c! , !:,r 'a q- I - a : , ;h'-;- 1 u .. , 1 noc-tim.- m I fi Vv TUESDAY JAM1 A KV l'1, IsSG gesture, and a strangely hopeless toes ; I rniwt believe you. sir ihe ruin vill wet ihu It rains wonderful fast, and the ; ip r. r.:.in came Inter t! an it did the ut time. Yes; 1 j resume it was cn time yeMer-i'.iv- . The storm delayed us, was my re- - .'a, il ; Iimi uer. g 1HINS v -- il -i, -- .c ,t w ic hi .ed p. i t -- . i. v .. ' ,t ; 1- i ly, . r; pi i if r a. I.ti.'h d by my slot it Srnwiiov ;s spok? i c! rv- d th t i.er coctuii;e was in the styli of nolhf-r- . and ineiiliilly ny gnat I v leal ilcd from the dale of her dece.ve il had been one hundred and forty years ago. "Ib ay. in- daqi, may I ask whether you me mindful of how long it has been since then It w..s net in our day, I ventured to observe. Ay, not in yours, she answered quietly ; the snow was more than one hundred year, u.tj.o. That was a fierce night for me. Sly ptlisse felt like gauze on my shoulders, though it came from London only five yeais before, and was like new. Dame Margery brought it in her pillion. The snow blew in my face. Ah, it was hard to keep the path when the big tree had been blown down and lay flat on the i V ground. What tree ? " I inquired. She pointed to a great elm we were passing at that moment, tho wet branches blown about by the rough winds, nnd knocking our heads with uncomfortable rudene-s- . That was a shoot from the old stump. It i a goodly tree now. Just then I caught the first glimmer of lights from the inn windows, and despite the loquacity of my companion I conft ss to a feeling oi relief. Besides, a curiosity to view her by a better light, and understand something about this strange personage, was just as strong as my desire to see her safely undir shtdier and out of weather too tempestuous for a woman. We ate near the inn, madam ; you can see the light. had a. window in the north Yes, th-ij a oV ni'tsfy like ? 1m tho lira an Hu g on fresh logs, while lii-- wile bustled ;.r :und prr pining a hot punch. Vi ry much so ; I can't account fir her disnppca: oico. It gave m- - a i ledly uncomfortable feeling to sit quietly before that delightful fire and think of a woman out in the tarm. Wa she main trouble 1 about tho twen- tii th of Lee',nb r. Sit i ' ked lay ho t ,1, as she lan-'ome the pu: eh. ' Yo , ; in aslwi g over ; she por; raid i.vr.' i. i.i. v,m., ; dv ti.o of l)eceiiib'r,' l esgirly. The tv. o gli.nci d ui each other meaningly. i hats her, raid tho uidiord. That's her, e; .e..lrded wife, turnher husbaiid. ing pale, and i.:ovi; g We havo hird of her hi fore, sir, ho explained, dr p.ii-- g his vo.ca into a whisper; you, are not the .first traveler that's seen the gray wonsn cf the moor. She only walks once a year, on the twentieth of December. . My father saw her once, and he used to s y that his fs.her met her face to face one night when Ik was belated, rnd she begged pilJul for him to tell her whether it was the twentieth of December. Ite the same, undoubtedly. B'J you 1 : t dt-e- rt-'- p-i 1 1 m-,nr- -- , |