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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 11, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 19',
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girl's face as distinctly as he had
ever seen anything.
Arid there was no mistaking; the
face was at the window of one of the
two locked rooms. ,
Hubert ran into the house and up
the stairs. He called outside the
rooms. There was no answer. He
set his shoulder to the door of the
one nearest and heaved with all his
force. The lock broke and he en
tered. The room was entirely deserted;
nobody had lived in it for a long
time and the floor was white with
dust. Yet it was from the window of
this room that the face-had looked
An eerie sensation came over the
young man. He was not supersti
tious, and yet apy man of strong
nerves would have been affected by
He went down, but now he felt an
unrest, for the first time since he had
taken up his abode in the old cottage.
fit it was haunted, it was haunted by
theoman oi his dreams.
He fellsleep that night puzzled
sorely over the affair. When he woke
next morning the sun was shining
brightly and he came to a more pro
saic conclusion. The house was not
haunted. The face had been imag
ination. He had brooded too long
over the picture.
He resolved to satisfy himself,
however, and that afternoon he
went into the empty room 'Once
more. Nobody couldave lived in
He broke down the door of the
other room. It, too, was difsty and
unhabited. The young man decided
- it was "a dream.
He gave himself a few days' holi
day and tried to dismiss the matter
from his mind) but if seemed to have
taken hold of his subconscious men
tality and he found himself contin
ually dreaming of the two rooms. In
the dream a queer thing happened
looked up and saw the beautiful i invisible woman, who, nevertheless,
leit ner tootpnnts oenina ner. tie
followed these steps, imprinted on '
the deep sand or dust.
On "the second morning he awak
ened with a start. He had been hav
ing the same dream and 'something
had urged him to go back into the
first of the two. rooms.
As he ascended the stairs he al
most fancied he heard the sound of
feet pattering somewhere above him.
But wheffjie-entered the room it was
empty, as before.
Hubert hesitated. Something in
the dream was coming back into his
mind. It was the footprints in the
sand or dust. He looked down and
the meaning of his dream suddenly
became clear to him.
For the dusty floor was covered
with footprints. He-had seen them
on the occasion of his first visit
there, but .the fact had not peached,
the level of, his consciousness, and it
had come to him in the dream. They
were a woman's footprints and they
alT radiated from one spot
Hubert loked up. Overhead was a
trap door, hardly discernible in the
stained and blackened ceiling.
And a great certainty took posses
sion of his mind. "Come down!" he
called. From above a girl's voice answered
him with an inarticulate cry of. fear.
The trap door opened and a short
ladder descended. Hubert caught
sight .of a pair of ankles.
But before the girl descended he"
had run nimbly up and to his amaze
ment found himself in a comfortable ,
little room under the eaves. Arid
face to face with him was the girl of
his dreams. v
"Let me explain!" she cried. "I
didn't mean to intrude Jiere. . I
thought -the house was deserted--!
wanted it to write my novel, and
and I' came here. Then when you
returned. I didn't want to leave. I
thought every day you would go
away. I love the place. Twill pay
to him; he seemed to be chasing an t-you rental. See, ihere is my type-