It was about to speak

And then it started like a guilty thing.

Upon a fearful summons.--SHAKESPEARE.

"Philip Dubarry remained walking up and down the door, foaming with

impotent rage, as well as trembling with a vague and awful terror. He

had a practical and scientific mind, and could understand everything

that might be governed by known laws. But he could not understand this

unwelcome visitant, that had appeared to every one else in the house but

himself. He was an arbitrary and despotic man who enforced his will upon

all connected with him, and ruled all flesh with a rod of iron. But he

could not rule the spirit, and he knew it. He could not lay this ghost

of his guilt.

"There was one grain of truth in the ton of falsehood that he had told

to his unconscious wife, to account for the apparition seen by her.

There really was a Milly Jones, the daughter of a poor family on the

mountains, and she really did come occasionally to the house to ask for

broken victuals and old clothes; but instead of being a beautiful

black-eyed and black-haired little gipsy, in the picturesque red cloak,

she was a pale-faced, light-haired, poor-spirited looking creature, in a

faded calico frock, and an old plaid shawl; and instead of being the

family pet, with the run of the house, she was the family nuisance,

strictly prohibited from passing the bounds of the servants' hall.

"So when that day, being a rainy day, and therefore highly favorable for

attention to domestic matters, Mistress Alicia Dubarry called the

house-steward to her presence, and ordered him to send a small pension

of two dollars a week to the Jones family, with an intimation that Miss

Milly need not come to collect it, the order was promptly executed, to

the satisfaction of all the domestics; and poor Milly, glad to be

relieved from her fatiguing journey and degrading mendicity, was seen no

more at Shut-up Dubarry.

"But Mrs. Dubarry did not therefore get rid of her visitor. Not more

than three days had elapsed since the issuing of her order, when, one

evening between the lights, she entered her own bedroom, and saw the

girl in the red cloak sitting quietly in the easy-chair beside the fire.

"'How dare you come here, after the message I sent you? Get up and

begone, and let me never catch you here again,' angrily demanded the

lady.

"The apparition melted into air; but as it disappeared, the words came,

like a sigh borne upon the breeze: "'I wait.' "The lady was about to dress for an evening party, and so she paid no

attention to any chance sound.

"But the next morning she met the girl in the hall, and the next evening

in the parlor; again she passed the figure on the stairs, or encountered

it in the drawing-room. The lady lost patience, and sent for the

house-steward in her presence.




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