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while lingering late in one of the pretty nooks 
Point Pleasant was so famous for. 
Of course, conjecture was, rife as to who and 
what the stranger was, hut several days elapsed 
before wc knew the entire story. The widow 
lady with whom she stayed came up once a day, 
hut she could tell ns nothing beyond the name 
of “Rose Atherton,” and'that bhe had been 
there some three weeks. When able to talk, 
Alias Atherton gave us a sketch of her history. 
She was an orphan, leit in the care of an aunt, 
her only known relative, who the year before 
had died, leaving her a large fortune. 
Among the hosts of her admirers was one 
whose mad passion terriBed her by its fierce- 
ness. His nature was gloomy, sullen and ex¬ 
tremely irritable. In the first months of their 
acquaintance she bnd tried to draw him out of 
his reserve, and cultivate a betterfeeling toward 
the world and mankind generally,—wit lino suc¬ 
cess except the inspiration of an insane love 
for .herself, proving the bane of existence. 
Leaving the city, she endeavored to elude him, 
but he searched her out. Then, when his pres¬ 
ence became unendurable, she disguised herself 
and ran away entirely, finally coming here. 
Staying indoors all day long, no one knew of 
her being in the neighborhood. In the evening 
she climbed the mountain for an hour’s recrea¬ 
tion— not very safe, but the only resort against 
being a prisoner entirely. Lately, through the 
day, she had ventured out, and was sketching, 
when a wild laugh rang in her ears. Just below 
stood her former lover with a revolver aimed at 
her. There was a tlash, a sense of falling - 
then she remembered no more. 
We all shuddered over this tale, and the 
thought of the maniac, as he mnat have been, at 
large. Tbs lady— Rose 1 will call her — slowly 
gained strength In the long summer days,— 
though never venturing beyond the threshold. 
I still lingered after the rest of onr gay party 
had gone hack to the city, feeling as though 
there'would be no one to protect her if I went 
also. 
One morning an urgent, business letter was 
placed in my hands, with a note from Laura, 
saying a man had been lodged in the asylum an¬ 
swering to the description of Miss Atherton’s 
lover. A Hying trip confirmed this, and then I 
claimed the half-promised hand for my own. 
When Rose became my wife, all of that gay 
party assembled to hear the solemn words which 
made us one— all except Miss Max, whose only 
reply to the invitation Laura graciously ex¬ 
tended her was that “ no more vipers should be 
cherished by her.” 
Those curls are 
that tender breast already, 
trembling ominously.” 
“ You scampi” I could n 
vexed at him, and myself too, for being so, as 
the rest were convulsed with laughter. 
Miss MAX was a tall, antiquated spinster, full 
of youthful airs, who, by some means unknown, 
to me at least, formed one of our party. And 
it was not all vanity which led me to believe 
myself her special favorite, as she had paid me 
several compliments of a highly flattering nature, 
greatly to my annoyance, and the amusement of 
the others. 
“Laura Tilton resigns all things into that 
worthy lady’s charge;” and with a mock defer¬ 
ence she took Mr. Mertoin’k arm for a moon¬ 
light stroll, as the lady in question came up. 
I came pretty near saying something aloud 
not very complimentary to Miss Max, as she 
placed her long fiDgera upon my arm “ for a 
walk in the moonlight, too;” but I submitted, 
choking the hot wrath down, though maintain¬ 
ing a dignified silence, till, tired of walking, she 
sauk into a rustle seat under a large tree on the 
lawn, near the gate opening on the mountain 
path. An awkward silence reigned. Miss Max 
had exerted her powers to the very utmost for 
my entertainment during onr walk, but now sat 
pensively leaning her cheek upon her palm. 
“ Confound Laura l 8 he managed it pur¬ 
posely said I, savagely twisting my mustache 
almost out of root. “ The mischief is in there, 
no doubt, causing all that at my expense,” as 
peal after peal rang out from the parlors. “ I 
will pay her for this, if it takes me a thousand 
years.” 
Mechanically my eyes wandered over the 
mountain shadowing us with its presence. 
The moonlight fell full upon the side next to 
us, wreathing it in strange beauty. The mass¬ 
ive boulders jutted ©ut plain and clear. Dark¬ 
ness hid away In the long defiles, or deep gul¬ 
lies; the pines, chestnuts and birches threw 
giant shadows across the light, and merged into 
the most fantastic beings, as the wind softly 
stirred the branches. One of these suddenly 
swayed downwards, and —“could it be?—no, 
the effect of the light only. There, it is 
something;” as it advanced to the edge ot the 
rock far up the heights. “ The woman in 
white,” I muttered to myself, as the figure 
stood motionless for a moment, giving me a 
full view, though not very distinct. It was 
the one I had seen a lew hours before, the 
long hair still sweeping over her shoulders. 
She seemed to be gazing down at the house, 
now filled with light. A quick glance at MIsb 
Max showed me her eyes still bent pensively 
downwards, then hack to the mountain. All 
was the same as when first 1 looked. Not a 
twig stirred, but the lady was gone. I stared 
at the huge masses of stone, but nothing was 
there. Had my eyes played me false ? Had I 
imagined it all ? Or was it a haunting specter 
of the air ? 
II Are yon ill V You look so strangely;” and 
Miss Max’s cold hand was laid on my forehead, 
startling me considerably. 
“No—I—yes—I believe not," 1 confusedly 
answered, as one arm gently encircled rny neck, 
while the other bony baud stroked my hair. 
Miss Max was quite as tall as I, and her face 
was coming in close proximity to my own. 
“ Zounds, madame,” frightened out of all pro¬ 
priety by the pearl drops and pigment hovering 
A girlish giggle sounded not very far 
FLOWER-DE-LUCE, 
[From Longfellow’* new volume of Poems.] 
BsiCTim Illy, dwelling by still rivers, 
Or solitary mere, 
Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers 
Its waters to thd weir 1 
Thou laughest at the mill, the whirr and worry 
Of spindle and of loom, 
And the great wheel that toils amid the hurry 
And rushing of the flume. 
Born to the purple, bom to joy and pleaeancc, 
Thou dost not toil nor Bpin, 
But makest glad and radiant with thy presence 
The meadow and the lln. 
The wind blows, and uplifts thy drooping banner, 
A^id ronnd thee throng and run 
The rushes, the green yeomen of thy manor, 
The outlaws of the sun. 
The burnished dragon-fly is thine attendant, 
And tilts against the Held, 
And down the listed sunbeam rideB resplendent 
With Steel-blue mall and shield. 
Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest, 
Who, armed with golden rod 
And winged with the celestial azure, bearest 
The message of some God. 
Thou art the Muse, who far from crowded cities 
Uauntest the sylvan streams, 
Playing on pipes of reed the artless ditties 
That come to na bb dreams. 
O flower-dc-lncc, bloom on, and let the river 
Linger to kiss thy feet! 
O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever 
The world more fair and sweet. 
other than the “Mountain Maid,” as I had 
mentally termed her. Minnie did not look up, 
nor did the lady move; only stood there, like a 
white statue gleaming through the gathering 
darkness. 
The next day a party climbed the mountain, 
while others again strolled down to the beach 
or sailed out among the lilies dotting the placid 
waters. Laura —who had regained her former 
gay spirits aud was again armor-proof against 
the light raillery alternating between herself and 
Charlie Merton —volunteered to accompany 
me to “ The Cave,” famed by tradition as the 
spot where two white men held at bay hundreds 
of blood-thirsty savages, and finally made their 
escape, with a white captive girl, back to the 
settlements. 
“ Now, Laura, don’t hear anything terrible 
again. You might lose your wits entirely.” 
“ Be careful, Mr. Leb. Think of the compa¬ 
ny you are in.” 
“Hadn’t you better make your will? Leave 
a lock of your hair for friends.” 
With both hands on her ears, she ran after 
me, and together we found ourselves out on the 
last rock, with the prospect of some hard clam¬ 
bering before us. 
“ Does your courage fail ? ” I asked, as after a 
lew moments’ descent, the precarious pathway 
begun. 
“ No, indeed. I have a romantic desire to 
stand within the cave which sheltered Old Wet¬ 
zel aud brave Albert. Such courage I admire 
—dauntless, never-flinching. 
“ Even from ghostly sounds? ’’ I interrupted. 
She colored slightly, but bravely answered, 
“ I cannot, doubt the evidence of my senses. 
1 did hear them. You may smile, but nothing 
can ever change my belief. It was no imagina¬ 
tion 1 assure you.” 
“ Are you superstitious, Miss Laura ? ” 
“You know better than that. What a long 
way. Are we not almost there ? ” 
“ Yes; give me your hand. Now you are safe 
so far. Will you go on ? It is but a few yards 
from here up the rock.” 
Her eyes took in the peril of it all, the scanty 
hold, and for the first time she faltered. “Iam 
notacoward, but I fearitwould be risking life.” 
“ Very well, I will be back soon. One of us 
must go or we shall be the laughing stock of all 
the rest.” 
When I came back I found her standing as I 
had left her, but every atom of color had left 
her face and her eyes were full of fright. “What 
is it that ?"— the question died on my lips as a 
low sound penetrated my ears. We both stood 
motionless for a moment, when there came 
another. 
“Somebody is playing off on us,” said I, 
laughing in spite of myself at the remembrance 
of my own exploit 
“Look there!” I did look, and saw under 
the shelf a portfolio, a little round hat and an 
open book. 
“Somebody has been here before us is all.” 
“ But where are they ? ” As she stepped for¬ 
ward her feet slipped, and throwing her hand 
hack for support it went down in a puddle of 
blood. 
“Be calm, Miss Tilton,” 6ald I, as she 
screamed frantically. “This is beginning to 
look serious. It must be investigated. Some 
one has fallen over this smooth end and we must 
find them.” Sliding my arm round her we got 
down somehow—I hardly know how — to what 
I thought would take us just under where we 
had been standing, and to whoever was there. 
I was right,— for between two rocks lay a 
white form. 
“Laura, can you bear to see what may be 
before us, or will you stay here ? ” 
“ Anything; only do not leave me alone,” she 
plead. It was a woman, lying there helplessly, 
wedged so tight in the narrow aperture it took 
all my strength to get her out. With Laura’s 
aid I succeeded in getting her over to the broad 
rock, and laid her down upon the sand. From 
a wound through the arm and left side the blood 
was still flowing. Not very deep wounds, but 
dangerous enough. What should we do ? Lau¬ 
ra’s quick perceptions suggested the best thing. 
“Stay here while I tell the rest, and a way can 
be devised to get her down to the hotel.” 
In twenty minutes all the gentleman and some 
of the ladies were there, and though horror- 
stricken they did not lose efficiency, but rapidly 
constructed a litter to bear the unconscious be¬ 
ing to the Rembert House. After it was accom¬ 
plished and our burden consigned to the physi¬ 
cian’s care, Laura and I compared notes. She, 
too, had seen a white, draped figure upon the 
mountain several times, and once saw her face 
full when gliding through the trees one evening 
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It was a glorious sight. The sunlight shim¬ 
mered through the trees, down upon the verdant 
earth, glinted over the lake, and concentrated 
the last brightness upon the distant steeple vane. 
The long shadows crept up the little glades, as 
the king of day gave us his parting smiles through 
the Hesperian gates, flooding the whole west with 
gorgeous crimson, royal purple, and holy gold. 
Twilight wrapped its misty folds around the 
earth, and radiantly gleamed the stars of heaven, 
before I rose from my seat on the rock to de¬ 
scend to the hotel; my heart filled with the 
holier and better emotions. 
Years had gone by since I last stood upon the 
top of Point Pleasant,—years of toil and strife 
which I thought had crushed out the boyish en¬ 
thusiasm ; developed the harder, sterner, more 
selfish part of my nature; but it all came back 
to me then, and I paid the 6ame wild worship at 
that shrine, more intense perhaps that ever was 
given in the vague dreams and promptings of 
more careless days. Every object seemed famil¬ 
iarly nodding a welcome back as the cool even¬ 
ing breeze passed by. Slowly I descended the 
worn pathway; wandering, now and then, 
through many sheltered retreats and cozy 
nooks. 
I had not gone far down, lint was standing 
upon a ledge, idly pulling the tender leaves 
from a swinging branch near by, when the 
twigs cracked lightly below. “A squirrel, no 
doubt," thought I, as the soft sounds con¬ 
tinued. “ If it was only light, you should not 
escape bo easily,” bending down for a look at 
greycoat. A figure, draped in white, met my 
wondering gaze, flitting downwards so rapidly 
I involuntarily looked tor wings. It was a 
woman’s form, as 1 could see the long black 
hair trailing below her waist. “One of the 
ladies from the hotelbut, I reflected, they 
were worn with travel, and not likely to be out 
unattended for a visit to the mountain at this 
hour. Dismissing the subject, I Bprang lightly 
down, bounding from rock to rock with some 
of my former lleetness, and soon stood upon the 
steps of the Rembert House. 
“Really, Mr. Lee, 1 feared you had broken 
yonr neck over same of those declivities, and 
we would have such a search for yonr boqes. 
It is quite a relief to 6ce you here. It has been 
my sole anxiety 6ince all the wrinkles were 
smoothed out of my organdies to know ol yonr 
safety.” • 
“Then I am second to the organdies in your 
regard,” 
“Of course. Can a maid forget her orna¬ 
ments? Manifestly not. I should think you 
would he thankful you did come second.” 
“I appreciate the honor, I trust," with a 
profound bow, “ but permit me to say, I 
thought of yon even before my valise was un¬ 
packed. The perfect fit of my summer suit 
Jills me with hope that I may still retain the 
second place in your thoughts while we re¬ 
main.” 
“ Ah ! what an affecting voice you have. 
Come, there is tiie second bell. We will have 
our tea,” 
My companion was like a wild colt, full ol 
life and fun, equal in point of conversation, wit, 
and spirits to half a dozen other persons; her 
musical laugh ringing ont, mingling with the 
twinkling tea things, as she manufactured mer¬ 
riment enough for the entire table, by the vivid 
description of the dreadful forebodings and dire 
presentiments my long absence had caused her. 
“He has no one to look after him, and I con¬ 
sider it my bounden duty to watch over, care 
for, and keep him out of danger,” she con¬ 
cluded, with a pathetic glance, as though it 
was a fearful responsibility. 
“You seem remarkably interested in Mr. 
Lee’s welfare, Miss Laura ; Miss Max may 
not feel duly grateful.” “Now, Charlie!” I 
laughingly interposed, but he went on—“ See, 
the green-eyed monster has taken possession of 
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and strode up the graveled walk. 
My better nature came back, however, before 
I had gone very far, and I turned, saying, “ Par¬ 
don me; Iam slightly Bervous to-night. Will 
you walk in ?” Unobserved I found a seat for 
her near the door, and made my escape into the 
yard again. Stealthily I glided down in the 
shadow of the shrubbery to where I had heard 
Laura, 1 was sure, laughing. She was not 
there, hut npoD the seat we had just vacated 
were both Charlie and Laura, giving full 
sway to their frantic merriment. 
“Oh! did you see his face?” gasped she, 
“almost demented.” 
“Her warm embrace, too. Oh, I shall just 
die.” And Chareie burst into uncontrollable 
laughter. 
After three or four paroxysms were over they 
settled down for a more comfortable enjoyment 
of the joke. Now was my time. Crouching 
behind some evergreens, I uttered a low groan. 
Both started at, the sound. “ Did you hear that 
uoise?” “What noise?” asked Charlie, in 
pretended surprise. “ Why, did you not—mer¬ 
ciful heavens!” as another low, agoniziDg moan 
was executed. 
Both were on their feet in an instant, Laura 
clinging to Charlie in rigid terror, while his 
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rose tree, and, staggering forward from the 
shock, caught his foot in the crinoline of Miss 
Max as she appeared at the door. Both rolled 
down the steps on the grass together. Laura, 
I believe, fainted as she gained the parlor door. 
In the general melee I escaped, unobserved, to 
my room, where I stayed till morning. 
“Poor Charlie and Laura!” No mercy 
was shown in the teasing remarks next morn¬ 
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bill headed “ Horrible Murder ” was put under 
their plates, embellished by caricatures of their 
appearance at the different periods and final 
flight. All sorts of giggling interrogatories as 
to whether any supernatural agency assisted 
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bert was condoled with over the scratches and 
bruises he had received in the commotion. 
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