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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 05, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 19',
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difficuj-fprjme, to ask you. -I-must go to Willow -Brook I-must go now;
tonight! And I I have no money."
. . . "Do you mean Willow Brook in Westchester?" he asked, astonished"
"There is no train at this hour of the morning!" .
"Then then what am I to do?" she faltered, "i cannot stay another
moment in that house."
After a silence he said: "Are you afraid of anybody in that house?"
"There is nobody in the house," she said with a shudder; "my mother
is in Westchester; all the household are there. I I came back a few
moments ago unexpectedly " She
stammered under h'i scrutiny; the
pallor of utter despair came into her
cheeks, and she hid her white face
in her hands. .
Hetherford watched her for a mo
ment. "I don't exactly understand," he
said gently, "but I'll do anything I
can for jfou.
She" dropped her arms with a hope
"But you say there is no tram!"
'You could drive to the house of
some of your friends "
, "No noj Oh, my friends must
never know of this!"
' 'l see," he said gravely.
"No, you don't see," she said un
steadily. "The truth is that I am al
most frightened to death."
"Can you not tell me what has
frightened you so?"
"If I tried to tell you, you would
think me mad you would, indeed "
"Try," he said soothingly.
"Why why, it startled me to find
myself in this house," she began.
You gee, ' I didn't expect to come
.here; I didn't really want to come
here," she added plteously. "Oh, it is
simply dreadful to come like thiB!"
"Tell me," he said In a quiet voice.
"Yes I'll tell you. At first it was
dark but I must have known I was
in tny own room, for I felt around
on the dresser for matches. Ana
when I saw that it was truly my own
t bom and when I caught sight of my
own face in the mirror, It terrified
-me-1-" She pressed her fingers to
her cheeks with a shudder. "Then I
ran doWn stains and", lighted the lamp i
to the -hM and-peered into- the wi 1
ror; and I Baw a face there a face
like' my own " "
wPaIe, voiceless, she leaned on the
balustrade, fair head drooping, lids
Presently, eye3 still closed, she
said: "You will not leave me alone
here will' you " Her voice died to
"No of course not," he replied
"You see," she murmured, "I dare
not be alone; I dare not lose touch
with the living. I suppose you think
me. mad, but I am not; I am only
stunned. Please stay with me."
"Of course," he said in a soothing
Voice. "Everything will come out all
"Perfectly. I don't quite know
what to say how to reassure you
and offer you my help " .
He fell silent, worrying his short
mustache. The situation was a new
one to him.
"Suppose," he suggested, "that you
try to take a little reBt. I'll sit down
on the steps "
She looked at him In wide-eyed
alarm. "Do you mean that I should
go into that house alone!"
"Well you oughtn't to stand on
the steps all night It Is nearly three
o'clock. You are frightened and
nervous. Really you must go in
"Then you must come, too," she
said desperately. "This "nightmare is
more than I can endure alone. I'm
not a coward; none of my race is.
But I need a living being near me.
Will .you come? "
Be Bowed! Sfte-mounted the shad-.