A Good Ghost

"It's the most silly nonsensï I ever heard, and you must not put suc-h ideas in Miss Conway's liead, El. ie. She'll think, bj'-and-by, tliat (liff A'iew i a regular haunted house. Ghosts -the idea !" Aunt Euthie looked quite reprovingly over her gold-rimmed glaeses at her pretty niece, who laughed iind noddd at M!bs Conway, her special friend, who had that day come to Cliff View for a forthight's visit. "Xow, auntie, you know what papa said - that tliere has been a romantic legend connected witli the house for years and years, and that it stood empty for at least twcnty years when he Louight it- thousánds of dollars below the actual valué, and all lieL'a-use of ighosts that are said to haunt it. You know, auntie, papa Raid so." Efiie pouted her pretty lips, looking quite ggrieved at the prosa ie coloriug aunt Ruth liad put upon her romantic recital of the legend of the grand old house to whith she had invited Sliss Conway. Aunt Euth's silver heedlës clicked rapidly thiomgh the lovely white cloud Bhe was knittlng for Effi?. "All the same, your papa should 110 1 feed yoaiir love of romance wlth eoich trashy lyarns that, if jou were not young land foolish, you would never íor a moment think of, niueh less repeat. I am sure Miss C'onway will not be alarmed when I insist that Clüf View is ias free from spiritual visitanta as any place I ever saw." Heten lauighed - a sweet ringing music of itself. heartsome an;l luiman enough to have exercised au army of evil spirits. "Alarmed! Oh, Mss Ruth, I am disappointed, tor when Effie told me I was diel.'ghted to know I had really and truly come aeross an actual romance. I'd give anything to have an adventure with - Effie, who ilid you say her spiritehip was?" A maid tapped on the door with a messalge for Miss Ruth to go to llrs. Meredith's room, and the two young girls went out into tlie bright warm June day, hefore Effie Mereditii answered. "Her name ivae 'Adnie' - a perfectly 'beaiitiful youmg English girl, of noble blood, and she was found dered in lier eatin coverlidod bed one fair enmmer dawn, and a letter was in hter stiff fingers, written in red letters, tWat told the terrible deed was done by a lover whom she favored, but hier ïamily disapproved- eonfessirig that he took her life rather than have her given to another, and etating tliat lie had wrlttèi the words in (her lieart's blood." Helen gave a little Khlver and a pitiful frown. horrible! And did he ever receive his punishment ?" Effie stooped to piek a blush-hearted rose, and fastened it in Helen's black hair. "Do you know, I've taken the greatpst fancy for blush roses ever since I heard that poor Adnie loved them so? I like to think two yoorng girls have ptoked them off these very bushes so many years apart. No. I never heard what 'Delawyn's end was - that was hier lover's name, 'Delawyn' - isn't it loveïy?" "Delawyn!" Every vestige of color suddenly forsook Helen's face. Was it possible that Erle Delawyn was a descendant of the family whose name figraretfin this old leigend? The name, was too nnpommon not to be noticenblo - and Ei-le Delawyn ivas the only man eJne had ever cared for in her life, tune only suitor to hom she had given a word of en'-ouragement, and. who, after iismg all his charms and all the exquisite maignetism of his i-nfloenoe upon her to make lier love him so eirtlrely, had suddenly tnken himself away, Helen knew not wherè or wliy. It had heen the eharp, bitter awaking from snoh a blissful dream, and since then Helen Cornvay had takeh up her weary lmrden of heartaehe, burying it from all eyee, but suffering as only true-heartcd, patiënt prOUÖ woraen can suffer. She had accepted Effie Meredith'e imit.ition to Cliff Tiew in nlmost thankful relief to get away from society and the continual reminder of her lost love, and here, on the very threshold of this grand old place, it liad met her in such etrange form. ■Vcll- Erle Delawyn would never be anything to lier algain, nor was fair young Adnie and her Delawyn aught to her; an3, as ever, Helen tried to eonquer and endure, and earry no signs of the pitiful romance about with her. And she succeeded. Even Effie never discovered the silent love story, and whon Helen avoided the subject of the ighost of Cliff View, sreatly to Aunt Euth's admiration and satisfaction, Effie did not know the rea son why - did not know that there were ghosts that hauuted Helen's heart with a pertinacity that was appalling to .endure. "If you wish, Max, certalnly. I must confesé I hiave no particular deKire for thie excursión, but if you and the others -n-ould like to take the moonlight diive to Cliff View and back, of course 111 join you." Madge Itemvivk looked up from her task - that of frying a nice mess of freehly caught trout, for, Ite it understood, it Svas her turn that day to act as ehlkïf of the cuisine for the merry campiiiR out party of half a dozen pr more young people and a fiprinkling of elders, -vlio were, that np?iiil ni'ght, Wvouacked in the woods a few miles above Cliff Vípiv. She wa a f peen, fair girl, with miselitef in íi pair of velvety-gray eyes, niel luikng around a dimpled, chérry lipped mouth - the very kind of a triil tí) iiiake oiie of rach a party as Mir igraced, ahvays ieolirng well, and gay, and anéády for a frolis, alwaye ready for patiënt sacrifice if sueh was tlie need, always ready for a flirtation, yet ne.ver losing her sweet, joyous modest? and voraanliness. Frank Falríielil lo,,v lolüng on the erassi, watchlng her deft fingers, and pretty round nrm bared to the dimpled elbovv, and thinking what a splendid Httle thotoiighbi-cd creature ehe was, and woailerini?, as he listened to her conversa fclon with her brother - big, broad sbouldored, good looking Max Kenwiük - if it were possible that he liad riic(;éelód in making any impressiou on her aífections during those jolly two weeks out. "Then it i settk'd that we drive down in partios of two in the buggifs, to liiave a look at the uninhabited portion of Clifi View, by moonlight. I am told it is picturesque in the extreme- and may be we niay ba eo fortúnate as to get a glitnpse of the ghoet. Helio, Delawyn ! Come over this way. Yoa're in for it, I suppose?" And ttoe lover, for vvliom Helen Conway was battling with her self week in and week out, came sauntering leisurely toward them- a exceediiiKly hniulsome gentleman, with his broad brimmed hat pushed off hls forehead. showimg freely his blonde face, with its clear, keen blue eyes, its faultless mouth, its luxuriant beard. "Of course I'm in for it. AVhat is it?" His voiee had a charm of its ojra - cawesinigly tender and sweet in the most common-place conversation; and M'adsre Bienwick looked up to listen and answer. "Over to see the chost at Cliff View. Aren't you delighted?" "If jou are going, most certainly." And Frank Fairfield, biting a blaáe of grass viciously, made up his inind that Erle Delawyn and not he, was the favored euitor of fair Madge. The houeehold at Cliff View had all retired to their respective rooms by ten o'clock that night, and ouly Helen Conway of all the family was awake. when there carne sounds of laughter and voices to her, as she walked back and forth on the upper balcony, upon which the Freneh wlndowe of her room opened, and which commanded a beautiful view of the surrounding country, ie well as of the picturesque storied portion of the mansion, all of which lay in a bath of silvery moonlight. Yoices and laughter that somehow had a tetrange sound to her, that half startled her, and by some Chain of association she could not explain, the thought of the ghost of (T:ff View, fair Adnie ftrhb had lived and loved only to suffer and die, carne thrillingly over her. And then - juist boneath her, noiselees as ïi snowflake, giraeeful as a spirit, tWere passed a slender, lairfaced igirl, with white garmeiits flowing all around her, and lovely yellow gold lxair .streaming from her liaughty little hiead- a glrl, of whose face Helen cauhft but oue ewlft, indistinct glimpse - a glimpse that showed her it really - really was- Great Heaven! was it - Adnie? Adnie who carne ,back as tiuey say she caniR? Thon she heard the strange voice that. seemed so agonizimrly familinr; hut there was no person near; thén a low, eweet laugh, then one soit]y-vhispei-ed name, only one that sent every pulse in her body boundng wildly: 'Delawyn'."' It was the maddest sort of impulse that sent Helen rushing down stairs, wildly üeterniined to know for herself if ghost it was; and then, out in the sweet summer niaht, she came suddenly faoe to face with Erle Öelawyn, whose handsome face üghted up with eager eetacy at the sis'ht of her, surprised though he was, and even more alarmed at the eight of her face, that was deathly pale. "Helen! Helen Conway - my darling! oT think I sliould have found you - here! Helen, why did you hide away f rom me?" Eile Delawyn's dear old voiee! It thnlk-a her wlth a tiltes that almostovercame h?r. 'Can it be you- oh, Erle, it was you who ran away from me!" He had lier in nis arras now, looking with delight into her happy, hal:'puzzled eyes. "Ves, I went, but because they said iyou were going to marry Olenarrow - " A little happy laugh suddenly Bounded near hy them, and the slonder girllsih figure, in her (Jrailing white dress and flowing golden hair flitted past - to be discovered by Helen to be a very detidedly human yoimg lady in a pretty pique dress. "Don't be in suth a hurry, Miss Honwick. I've lound the spirit- my good spirit, that Is - Miss Conway, my betrothed wife. Particulars later." And Madge stopped and shóok hands, and made some pretty little speech. "Oh, ho' romantic! Mr. Delawyn. if you meet Mr. Fairfield, don't teil him where I am. I want to í'ii him by making liim think, for a moment, I am the fabled gliost." And a second aíter Helen and Erle sauntered oíf íor a íive minutes' talk, ïlr. Frank Fairíield stepped out oí the sbadow of a pillar. "I'in not to be frigh tened, you see- tmt you can make me very happy if you will. Madge, you will? You love ma? Tor you are so precious to rae, little girl." And as she "went back, a moment latr, to the carriage, with very ilushed clieeks, it is presumable Jlr. Fairfield had discovered that Erle Deliwyn vas not tlie favored, after all. And Kfelen- how she blessed the ghontly reputation of Cliff View in after days wlion love was lord oi all and She and Erle Delawyn were reunited never to part again! The tankaidsfoam :and thestrone taljlesrroans Beneath the smoking HÍrloin.Rtretch'd immense From side to side, iü which, with desperate knife, They deep incisions make. -Thompson. As physlcians judge of the eondition of men's hearts by the pulse which heats ín their arms, and not by the words of their mouth. so we muy judse the thankfulness of men by their Uves rather thim by their professiou. - E. Foster. Nothing's more sure at moments to take hold Of the best feelings of mankind, which grou More tender, as e every day behoid. ïhaii thiit all-softening, overpowering kneil- The tocsin of the soul- the dinuer bell. - Byron.