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"So there is," quavered her com
panion. "If it wasn't so ghoulish, all
the story, I'd like. to see what the
Russell folks left behind them. And
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i (fa A step at a time the timid two ad
vanced. Finally, trembling quite,
they stood within a room off the hall.
A warped and moldy rug iay on the
floor. The furniture was mildewed
and dusty. Some pictures on the
wall still remained.
"That is Albion Russell," spoke
Constance's companion, indicating a
framed photograph. "That is just
as he looked the last time I saw him."
The picture appealed to Constance.
The face was distinctly good and
handsome. She experienced a sud
den access of pity for the young man,
his life spoiled by the misdoings of
It was a month later when the old
spell of witchery, attaching the mind
of Constance to the old ruined home,
led her steps irresistibly in its direc
x tion. She ended a casual stroll at
its broken gate. Then she walked
around the house. There was some
thing sad and forlorn in the long
neglected garden, overgrown with
weeds, yet here and there a rose or
a honeysuckle piercing the heavy
blanket of noxious, cumbrous green
ery. Constance was about to leave the
gruesome wreck of a home when
she started, halted and turned -in a
flash. A creepy awesome sensation
held her in momentary thrall. A
strange thing had happened.
A bell had sounded forth two
cracked somber notes. Whence?
Surely near at hand, for the air quiv
ered. By whose hands? No human
being was in sight
She paused, about to hasten from
the spot, so strong was the spell of
uncanniness. Then she discovered
that the bell must be In the belfry 1
of the old granary. Employed to call
in the farm hands in the olden days,,
why had it sounded how? -
She could see the slats in the bel--fry
vibrate, in fact the whole struc
ture shook visibly. The denuded
doorway of the granary below
showed"no dangling rope. Her senses
curdled. Then she bent her ear
keenly, awake to a new manifesta
The word was faint and muffled.
It surely came from the belfry or its
near vicinity. It was repeated.
Then a moan, low, pitiful, despair
ing, and then all was still.
"I musn't be superstitious I will
be brave!" Constance told herself,
but her tone quavered. Yet she ap
proached the granary. The bell and
the voipe were no longer in evidence.
Had it been all a superstitious delu
sion? She crossed to where some
stairs ran up to the second floor.
She mounted them till her eyes were
level with the upper flooring.
"These is a rope," uttered Con
stance. She could see it dangling
amid a heap of wreckage piled up in
the center of the loft floor. The heap
seemed to move. A moan issued
from the heap.
"Oh, surely somebody is there!"
panted" Constance. "It looks as
though someone climbing into the
belfry had brought down a part of it
upon himself. Hemay be dying
under all that wreckage. Courage
duty!" she whispered to herself and
approached the motley pile.
Constance lifted board after board
from the heap. She quivered as a
human arm was revealed. Gently
she pulled aside a heavy timber. She
thrilled. Beneath, apparently un
conscious, lay a bruised form. In a
flash she recognized the face. It
was that of the young man whose
portrait she had seen in the deserted
Albion Russell opened his eyes. He
stared askance at her. He managed
to sit up. She aided as he strove to