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Once he drew
With aee long kin my whole soul through
Rylips, as the sunlight drinketh dew.
$lbs, sunbeams, kiss
The dear old face of earth,
And bring the sap to the bursting uhd,
Xis., kiss, and kiwsi
k n l-From the Greek.
Both of her beauty and submissive charms,
Smiled with superior love, as Jupiter
On Juno smilea when he impregns the clouds
That shed May flowers, and pressed her matron
With les pure. -Milton.
Xis me as if you entered gay
My heart at some noonday,
A bud that dared not disallow
The claim, so all is rendered up
Over your head to sleep I how.
A STRANGE PHOTOGRAPH.
The appmtmentp of my room were
luxuriously delightful, and I slept, slept
profoundly-I do not know how long-but
wan awakened by a sense of not being
alone; a watched, startled feeling as a
white, swift moving object passed along
the toetried wall opposite me and disap
peered I sprang up, and, lighting my
lamp, threw the rays from astrong Argand
burner through the room. I lifted the
tapestry. Nothing but oak panels, solid
and substantial enough, under my close
gaze. I could think of nothing which,
moving outside, might have produced this
effect within, and, try as I would, I could
offer no solution of the odd apparition.
I had come to Penarse for twenty-four
hours, with my old schoolmate, Reynolds
Herholf, who, by marriage with its young
Spanish mistress, lately orphaned, had
become its master.
I always rather fancied mysteries. I
liked fathoming them. I considered my
self a first class amateurdetective. I was
in good spirits'-a vague looking forward
to some leaaantness"-as I went down to
I made no mention of my little experi
ence during the night to my host, but I
accepted the renewed invitation that I
would lengthen the twenty-four hours to
When night caine the house was full
of guests, and it was late before the
building was quiet. I leaped easily to
the grud, from the balcony below my
window, and trusted to the lessons my
limbs had learned in boyhood to get back
The lights were not yet all out, so I sat
down to wait under the shadow of a
friendly maple. As I sat, I observed a
dark figure moving slowly along the
"AhM my friend of last night," I said in
my own mind, expecting every minute to
see a "magic lantern" performance. I
watched it closely. I could but dimly
discern the outline, as it stood death
still, the head thrown slightly back,
as if the eyes were watching closely some
point above them. Something white
floated slowly down from an upper win
dow. A ht it; it rose again,
and then obliquely. I could
see it now-a bit of white paper-at my
feet. I heard a low, muttered curse as
the man groped about on hands and
knees in the darkness. Again and again
he searched, but in vain. I was on the
point of announcing myself and offering
him his billet dour, as I conceived it to
be, when the sweet notes of a mocking
bird fell on my ear-so wonderfully clear,
so perfectly Imitated, as to command my
profound astonishment and induce my
silence. Three times he repeated the
warbling notes, and then moved swiftly
again to the wall. Mirabile dictul again
a white messenger floated down. He
seiped it, anddisappeared in the darkness.
'A maid and her lover," I said, in con
tempt of my own curiosity, as I proceeded
tolight my lantern and try my "effects."
Bahl Nothing could have been less like
the filmy, translucent vision of the
night before than my yellow, shapeless
I blew out the candle and stood looking
into the darkness of my room. Hal By
Jove, there it went againi The perfect
outline of a slim, white, human figure
thrown against the dark silk t
Before my ysI hadaperdndis
pe ard Icul notd telwence it ha
come or whither it had gone. I climbed
to the balcony, and again examined the
room thoroughly, but without forming
the smallest solution to my odd vision.
The note I had picked up was, after all,
no love letter-a bit of waste paper-and
ran as follows:
I have read that we
Must not-look back of Elizabeth's reign to
See chlibaeys in use.
You can imagine that
White walls in those days were
Hollow mockeries indeedl A
Twelve foot room would be a
I was soon sleeping soundly, and only
wskened in time to prepare for a luxuri
ous 10 o'clock breakfast. I was unusually
impressed by Herholf's haggard appear
ance. He assured me that he was well,
but to me he looked feeble and worn. I
wondered that I had not observed It more
on the day of my arrival.
A couple of days passed, and once again
I had aeon my strange visitor.
The figure that I had seen on the sec
ond evening, from my seat under the
maple, I had seen several times since.
Sometimes it disappeared in the wall of
the house; sometimes it came out of the
wallI There must be a secret door, but I
could not find It; and whysa pair of ser
vants should choose midnight and mys
tery for courtship, If such It was, I could
I had unraveled the cipher of the note I
had found, and by talting the first word
of each line, read: "I must see yon.
White Hollow, twelve, midnight. y
I sat, as had grown to be my custom,
under the dark maple. It was midnight
and pant. The wall as usual yielded Its
figure. This time, without doubt, a
woman's. She moved swiftly down the
garden walk and out of sight. I took
mny place as nearly as possible where I
had firet seen her, and waited. An hour
had passed before I again heard the faint.
brushing of her gown against the shrub
bery: She followed the wall, from Its
south corner, close under the shadow of
the dark gry stone. The point where a
juttin agemade almost blackness was
rahdan, by a swift movement,which
came the nearest possible to being too
late, I contrived to insert a twig between
the edges of a spring door as the woman a
figure dissolved into dirkness, I applied
my ear to the narrow opening, and could
hear quick footsteps along a stone floor.
At lengh all was silent, and I entered.
an close beid e I founsd ute
darkness and a da podor for coin.
p any. I felt my wa siwland cautiously.
Occasionally the alwidend pine-*
what, betu t was barely w~d
enough for me to walk comfortably.
There were frequent turns, and twice I
ascended narrow stairways, and at length
reached the terminus of the gallery on
what seemed the second floor of the build
ing. I struck a match-I had but two
and must be careful of them-but there
was nothing to see. Only the narrow
walls of a secret passagel No door to be
seen! I retraced my steps, but the en
trance had vanished. Thero was but a
smooth stone surface. I pressed every
spot in search of a secret spring, but in
vain, and after an hour of useless search
I cursed my own folly and idle curiosity
for having thus entrapped me. I struck
my other match and noticed that the lit
tle gallery here, at its beginning, was
widened into a sort of vestibule large
enough to hold a table and a chair, and
bent off in one direction into a sort of al
cove. I could not suppress an exclama
tion of delight as I discoverer a
short candle on the table. Besides
this candle the table held pens,
ink, paper and an odd copper salver
with a heavy wrought rim in antique
design, the center a smooth, polished sur
face. An odd ornament for this strange
place, I thought. I looked at the pens.
Ono had been recently used. As I sat un
decided whether to call for help, or await
the return of the habitues of the place
for my release, a light flashed upon me
from a dark corner. I picked up the git
tering thing-a locket with a jeweled
monogrm I pressed the spring, and dis
closed a dark, wicked, magnificently
handsome face. I knew it in an instant
-that of Alvarez Dacarro! a roan whose
name a few years ago had bean on every
lip, who was now remembered for his
wickedness and his perfidy, who was
under sentence of death, and who had
despoiled Reynolds Herholf's father-in
law of half his fortune through the
strange, magnetic influence he had ac
quired over his daughter. She at one
time had wished to marry him, but had
been made, it was said, to see his perfidy
before it was too late.
The locket, I supposed, had been Mrs.
Herholf's, and the maid who used this
passage for her midnight meeting proba
bly had stolen it.
Putting the jewel in my pocket, I began
again, with the aid of the candle, a fresh
search for hidden springs. I returned to
the further end of the gallery, as that
surface was a smaller one to look over. I
had passed many times from end to end
of the smooth stone, pressing each spot
separately, before I noticed a mere pin
point, where the stone seemed slightly
roughened. I pressed it. A door swung
qulyopen on noiseless hinges, and a
ra blew some silken fabric across
my cheek. I freed myself from the ma
terial and looked around me. The bright
moonlight, through a large window,
showed me my own room!
I went to the door. It was bolted, as I
had left it. My room, then, was in the
secret passage route. I examined the
paneled wall, but could discover no sign
of a doorway, and as there was nothing
to be developed by conjectures, I soon fell
Twice during the following day I sought
an interview with Mrs. Herholf, but was
unable to see her. I had determined to
tell her all I knew of the use which was
being made of the secret passage, and to
restore her locket, as well as seek an ex
planation of my "silver ghost," as I had
called my nightly visitor. Herholf was
confined to his room, and his wife re
mained with him.
Worn out with my watch of the night
before, I retired early, and soon fell into
heavy sleep, from which the oppressive
sultriness of the night roused me. I went
to the window. The thick darkness was
only the more manifest by the occasional
brilliant flashes in the south, which fore
told an approaching storm. I was seated
by an open window close to the tapestried
Suddenly, I seemed to hear or feel a hu
man breath. I caught my own, and lis
tened with an intensity of purpose which
defeated its own object. The blood
whirred in a heavily pulsing stream past
my ears, in its round to and from the
brain. Like a flash the white, floating,
illuminate figure came and melted away,
at the other end of the wall, as I felt
through the tapestry curtain the contact
of a passing human figure close by me!
Now I knew that what I had seen had
been a reflection! No wonder it had
melted to nothingness when I seized it.
I waited a few seconds, and then slip. I
ping noiselessly the panel I had learned
to know last night, I entered the gallery.
It was, as I expected to find it, dark and
empty, I groped my way slowly to the
lower end. A strong bast of wind and the
beating of rain on the wall outside an
nounced the arrival of the storm.
A strong glare overhead made me for
the first time aware that light from the
outer world entered here. I now saw
above me a glass plate, clear, but very
heavy, semi-circular in form and semi
horizontal in position;doubtless unnotice
able from without, but concentrating in
daytime a fair light on the table.
The wind was bearing the storm on
rapidly; each moment there were renewed
peals of thunder, and an almost constant
stream of light came through the circle of
I was determined to await my visitor's
return, and looked about for a hiding
place. A jutting corner offered the shelter
I sought. I stepped into it, and as I did
so, dislodged some material which must
have hung on a peg above me, and which
fell, covering my head and shoulders in
soft, close, yet metallic folds. I threw it
quickly off, and it fell to the floor in a heap
which glittered strangely in the flashes
of light. I took it up quickly and bore it
to the nearer light. It was blindingly
dazzling-a curiously wrought suit of
finest silver wire, soft and yielding as
silk. I folded it, as I might hve done a
silk handkerchief, and put it into my
pocket. I was no longer at a loss for my
nightly visitor's silvery whiteness!
A half hour more had passed, There
was a sudden rush of air from the outer
world, bearing withit the increased sound
of water pouring heavily down. Steps
upon the stone pavement, and I knew my
self, at last, shut in with the ghost of
I listened with- a beating heart. The
tones of a man's voice fell on my ear, fol.
lowed by those of a womanin reply. Both
were suppressed, but I could occasionally
distinguish a word or t:,tatched parts of
sentences. Sometimes with a tender in
flection, more usually with eager accent
and indicating an absorbing topic.
Once the man's tones became quite
"White powder, if the drops don't
answer. Remember, by Thursday-beats
A sudden peal of deafening thunder
drowned the tones, and when I could dis.
tinguish them again he was saying:
"Be sure of your work. We shall have
nothing to fear-everything to hope."
A few moments' silence, then whispered
words. I guessed through the darkness
that he was leaving her. By a sudden
flash I saw him bend over the table, and,
lifting the waiter, disclose an opening
from which he took a roll of papers. He
placed them in his breast and turned to
the door. Again he turned, folded his
companion in a passionate embrace, and
A thrill passed like an electric shock
through my frame. That dark, hand
some Spanish face, with its jagged scar
across the left cheek, had I not its coun
terpart in my possession?
The storm was now at its height.
Waves of wind and water seemed testing
the house to its foundation. Peal after
peal of thunder reverberated on my ears.
Suddenly a blinding flash of lightning
came, like a stream of liquid fire, poar.
ing through the crescent, permeating, as
it were, the entire gallery and outlining
each stone In the moldy wall. The woman
seemed enveloped in flames as tongues of
fire played around her figure. The deaf
ening peal of thunder I was dimly con
scious of as I fell to the floor stunned and
When I recovered my consciousness it
was with a woman's shriek resounding in
my ears. By the fitful illumination from
the lightning I saw that I was alone. I
went to the table and lighted the candle;
no fixed purpose inducing me, perhaps,
still not quite recovered from the electric
shock. Mechanically I picked up the
copper waiter which now lay on the floor,
and which I had seen, when the vivid
lightning had come, in the woman's hand.
I started at the sight of it. Its former
glittering surface was so no longer; burnt
into it and confronting me were the fea
tures of a well known face. How well I
knew those long, almond eyes! that
gracefully curved chin! the thin, tightly
I recalled some broken sentences:
"Drops not strong enough-white powder
-beats forty-five-all over."
A sudden, terrible suspicion broke upon
me, as Reynolds Herholf's ghastly face,
growing thinner and thinner daily, rose
! before me. She was giving him drops
daily-a Spanish tonic, he had told me
and was murdering her own husband be
fore my eyes!
I sat down to debate what I should do.
By Thursday, the man whom I now knew
to be the scoundrel Alvarez had said, all
would be over. It was already Tuesday.
Too late to hope for his recovery, per
haps, but I must attempt it. Yet how?
He could bear little excitement in his
weak condition, yet to tell him without
causing excitement was impossible. The
waiter would condemn her, but could he
survive the discovery? I had scarcely
reached my room when there was a knock
upon my door, and I obeyed a summons
to Reynolds' room.
Beads of moisture stood upon his brow,
and he breathed with intense difficulty.
He apologized for disturbing me to keep
him company, but the storm had made
"Besides," he went on, "I thought I
heard a scream, a fearful, horrible scream,
last night, when the lightning struck that
tree on the lawn. I was too weak to get
up, and would not disturb my wife. I
haven't got clear and the noise doesn't
leave my ears. I hear it always. I heard
it then"-he shuddered, and covered his
face with his hands for a few seconds,
then started up in a listening attitude as
he cried: "There! Iheardit! Oh,Iheardit
again! Help me! Help me! Oh, Charlie,
you heard nothing, did you?"
I stroked his brow soothingly, and put
ting a pocket flask to his lips, I urged
him to swallow a little of the stimulant.
In a few seconds, so complete was his ex
haustion, he had fallen into a nervous
An old family servant beckoned me to
the door, and closed it behind us as he
"Mars Charles, don't yer let on ter Mars
Reynolds, but fo' de Laud ye kyan he'p
hearin' dem heathen noises what Miss
be'n or makin' sence fo' day. Jes' fur all
do wurl like de ole 'oman, her ma, made,
so folks say. Tank de Land I wusn't
hero den, when dey had her shet up in
dat room what Miss Nita got now."
I could only repeat: "The old woman?"
"Why, you see-dat what dey tell me
-de ole man couldn't er got de money ef
do folks in dem furrin places 'd er knowed
dat de ole 'owan 'd gone out'n her mine.
So he just switched her off here, en nor
ated in no time how dat she was dead.
En fo' do Laud, dar she was shot up, en
nobody knowin' de way ter her cep'n de
ole man hisself en Miss Nita. When do
po' creeter died dey shet up do sta'rway,
en Miss Nita 'low she mine ter live in dat
room herse'f; but h'it clean beat Jacob's
time how she kin stay dar. Hear dat?"
It was the same sound I had heard
when in Reynolds' room.
"Dat do way do ole 'oman kyar on when
dem spells wus on her. En dem soun's
been reachin' out hero sence fo' day. Ye
kin guess now why dat po' lovin' creeter
in dar 'd rather think he crazy hisself 'n
ter hear dat noise. I hen or humorin' uv
him, but I dunno!" and the old man shook
his head sad1 v.
The sick nan still slept, and I stepped
softly to the adjoining room. I turned
the key, lifted the latch, and ventured a
cautious glance behind the portiero.
In the room beyond the room in which
I stood, Anita Herholf, the most beauti
ful woman I had ever seen, was a raving
maniac. Her long hair hung like a thick
cloud about her; her magnificent eyes
were distended and bloodshot; her cloth
ing torn and disordered; and as she
swayed her slim, graceful figure back and
forth in a movement almost snake like in
its suppleness, she uttered a dog like
snarl, which occasionally was prolonged
into the revolting sound that reached
Reynolds' room. Incipient disease had
been developed by the strain her nerv
ous system had boon under, and the elec
tric shock had hastened the climax.
The murderess was feeling her own fangs!
I summoned medical atd at once. The
physician pronounced Mr. Herholf un
doubtedly a victim to the deadly narcotic
foxglove. His condition for weeks was
one between life and death, with almost
no hope of recovery. His wife was placed
in an asylum, where she died before he
was able to leave his room. He never
knew her crime. When he was able to
travel he went abroad, leaving the house
in my care. I destroyed the contents of
the tableiin the ecret gallery, from which
I had undoubted proofs that my sus
picions were correct, and that Anita Her
holt was poisoning her husband, that she
might give herself legally to the villain
whom her father had refused to let her
marry during his lhfetime. He, Alvarez,
having just left the gsallery as the belt
came, was killed by the falling tree, and
never lived to be punished for his crimes.
I keep the waiter, though the face after
a few hours was unreoog zable. No one
acan read from It, as 1 did, the secret of the
"Ghost of Penares."
The dress of silver gauze I keep also.
with the little lamp which Anita Herholf
must always have carried; and by the aid
of a narrow, oblique mirror in the ceiling,
the effect was produced of a figure at one
end and a shadow attheother, or a ghost,
as I have always called it. It was one to
me!-Mary A. 'ane in Frank Leslie.
"Bazzaý.es & Oc11ett,
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Editor Dana in His Ofce.
The editor's work day begins about 11
o'clock. His routine does not differ
greatly from that of any other New York
editor-in-chief, except that he has, per
haps, a more close supervision of his edi
torial page. It is very seldom that any
thing is printed there which he does not
first carefully read. He is also a careful
reader of newspapers, and he clips a great
deal of the miscellany that is used in the
Sun. He does not write much with his
pen, but dictates editorials to his steno
grapher. Although he does not leave the
office before 5 o'clock, he is not now a
hard worker. He is systematic and ac
complishes a great deal, but it is not a
"grind." His workshop is on the north
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rather miscellaneous manner - thence
through the library, and so into the pres
ence of "the chief," as the boys call him.
His room is not large and certainly not
luxurious. Aside from its occupant, the
first thing which will attract the visitor's
notice is the famous owl, which perches
upon a high revolving book case facing
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owner of the owl. In the * middle
of the room is a large desk, and
In one corner is a small round table
where Mr. Dana sits. It is regarded
as an evidence of the eccentricity which
people are bound to credit him with, that
Mr. Dana leaves his nice large desk and
sits at the little round table, but as a mat
ter of fact it is a simple question of light.
Mr. Dana's eyes have never been strong,
and he can see much better in this corner
near the window than In the middle of
the room. The big desk is too large to
go into the corner. A large portit of
Marshall O. Roberts hangs above the
table. There are also in the sanctum an
engraving of Abraham Lincoln, a piture
of Judge Samuel Blatchford, a medidllon
of Ben Butler and * fine photograph of
Horace Greeley. It is said that this pho
tograph was "stolen," or, in other words,
that the camera was trained upon Mr.
Greeley in an unguarded moment. At
any rate, it represents him in an attitude
of deep abstraction, with his overcoat
collar turned inward. There is a veined
white marble mantelpiece in the room
which is loaded with bric-a-brac, includ
ing some curious old candlesticks. There
are also three chairs, a lounge and an
Mr. Dana receives callers pleasantly, if
he receives them at all. Probably he is
no more inaccessible than other men in
his position. Certainly a vast and in
congruous multitude come to see him in
the course of a year.-New York Letter.
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Here in these mountains, until the
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cifled-acivilization whose arts were equal
to those of Egypt, wi ich had temples four
times the size of the Capitol at Washing.
ton, from a single one of which the Span
lards drew 22,000 ounces of solid silver
nails, and whose rulers had palaces from
which the Spaniards gathered an unmeas
ured quantity of silver and gold. Here
was an empire stretching from the equa
tor to the antarctic circle, walled in by
the grandest grou s of mountains in the
world, whose ope knew all the arts of
their time but that of war, and were con
quered by 213 men under the leadership
of a Spanish swineherd, who could neither
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