"What did you dream?" asked Lucy curiously.

Widow Anne threw up two gnarled hands, wrinkled with age and laundry

work, screwing up her face meanwhile.

"I dreamed of battle and murder and sudden death, my lady, with Sid in

his cold grave playing on a harp, angel-like. Yes!" she folded her rusty

shawl tightly round her spare form and nodded, "there was Sid, looking

beautiful in his coffin, and cut into a hash, as you might say, with--"

"Ugh! ugh!" shuddered Lucy, and Archie strove to draw her away.

"With murder written all over his poor face," pursued the widow. "And

I woke up screeching with cramp in my legs and pains in my lungs, and

beatings in my heart, and stiffness in my--"

"Oh, hang it, shut up!" shouted Archie, seeing that Lucy was growing

pale at this ghoulish recital, "don't be fool, woman. Professor Braddock

says that Bolton'll be back in three days with the mummy he has been

sent to fetch from Malta. You have been having nightmare! Don't you see

how you are frightening Miss Kendal?"

"'The Witch' of Endor, sir--"

"Deuce take the Witch of Endor and you also. There's a shilling. Go and

drink yourself into a more cheery frame of mind."

Widow Anne bit the shilling with one of her two remaining teeth, and

dropped a curtsey.

"You're a good, kind gentleman," she smirked, cheered at the idea of

unlimited gin. "And when my boy Sid do come home a corpse, I hope you'll

come to the funeral, sir."

"What a raven!" said Lucy, as Widow Anne toddled away in the direction

of the one public-house in Gartley village.

"I don't wonder that the late Mr. Bolton laid her out with a flat-iron.

To slay such a woman would be meritorious."

"I wonder how she came to be the mother of Sidney," said Miss Kendal

reflectively, as they resumed their walk, "he's such a clever, smart,

and handsome young man."

"I think Bolton owes everything to the Professor's teaching and example,

Lucy," replied her lover. "He was an uncouth lad, I understand, when

your step-father took him into the house six years ago. Now he is quite

presentable. I shouldn't wonder if he married Mrs. Jasher."

"H'm! I rather think Mrs. Jasher admires the Professor."

"Oh, he'll never marry her. If she were a mummy there might be a chance,

of course, but as a human being the Professor will never look at her."




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