Famous Modern Ghost Stories
sprawling on the stone doorstep. He
diot dog?" I said, looking ab
raised one deprecating forepaw,
life raised whip to the brute. "But you are a fool dog," I continued. "No, you needn't come to be babie
d I followed, mounting directly t
me. "Oh! I see you don't know. Don't pretend you do. Come off that
ed my somewhat grimy shooting clothes for a suit of warm, soft knickerbockers, and, after lingering some extra moments over m
sneaking out to be comforted, and I forgav
arted you off across the moor? If you do it again
ch I had been a victim, but now I faced it squarely, flushing a little w
what didn't exist at all! I lost my nerve like a schoolboy in a dark bedroom." For I knew now that I had mistaken
be in a devil of a condition if I see such thing
and sulky, and thought disguste
pensively, watching the sun low dipping in the western ocean. As the twilight fell for a moment over ocean and
ut over the sea; the cliffs da
ed with the afterglow, and
gulls turning and tossing above the sand bar, their snowy wings tipped with pink; I saw the sea swallows sheering the surface of the still river, stained to its
breath as one who listens to the first low rumor of an organ. All at once the pure whistle of
sed m
efore me in
oonbeams sparkle on the sand bar as the tide ebbed and ebbed. The broad beds of white pinks about us
is Yvonne? Has she promised
t this afternoon. She sent her love to yo
in the gun room. I told Catherine not
lly denied that it was for my sake and not for the pure love of sport. So she dragged me off to inspect the rather meager game bag, a
ettuce," I said attempting
t a beauty! O Dick, you are a
stion and hauled
a whisper; "it seems a pity-doesn't i
iled," I said guarde
presently 'Fine Lelocard, Lys's maid, announc
y, thinking, "My boy, you're the happiest fell
gain; met Tregunc in the hallway, beamed on him; glanced into the
Lys came hastily out. When she saw me she gave a l
g peering in at my
I cried
iest, and he has a mask on. He mus
den was absolutely deserted. Tregunc came up, and together we sear
-and take your supper on the porch where you can watch. My wif
mile. "He will not care to venture in
und Lys seated qui
it was only some foolish lout from Bannalec. No one
but Lys treated it as a stupid joke, and aft
minded me of my promise to have
sted. "Herbert is in Paris, an
k to flirt with the prettiest girl in
girl! Not m
then?"
a trifle s
an me, Dick," sai
ore you,
? Ah, no
s were served I spoke abou
glad, won't he? What
e need a gardener; you
n bent down and hugged M?me-who whistled t
happy woman
y bad dog to-da
!" said Ly
nights are often chilly in Finistere-Lys curled up in the chimney corner wi
ys," I said teasingly. "I don'
ished hair thoughtfully. Her w
d four years? I don'
nce and touched the embroider
g at the embroidered garment
ted Lys. The
you perfectly sure that
eeks and neck. She held up the little garment, all flu
"don't use your eyes too much
id selecting a skei
ce, watching her slender fingers amon
"What did you say y
ng or other rampant on
ic
are
be fl
y crest; everybody in New York has th
Dick. Send Josephine
t that crest on the-
my own cr
urple Emperor and
I had one, did
?" I replie
ee. Ring for
orders in a low voice, and Josephine trotted away, b
g a tattered, musty volume, from which t
ands and examined the a
!" I ex
s," said my
stonished, and
this book?" asked Lys, with
there should be a de before Trevec? Lys de Trevec
" crie
what is it? Oh, here it is, all down in black and white-about the Marquis de Trevec who drowned himself before Alva's eyes rather than surrender the bann
ecs since then have been Republi
ans should agree upon some feudal system. My dear, I drink
y garment on her knees; she touched the glass with her lips
ill tell the king stories. H
y," repeate
I laughed.
rmured Lys; wit
Jack the Giant-Killer," I
out the werewolf, and Jeanne-la-Flamme, and the Man
aid I. "I shall teach
n," cried Ly
n lizards from the gorse, little gray mullets to swim in
primrose, the first branch of aubepine,
I; and there was
ning the leaves of t
," said I, "f
's head with an arrow-shaped mar
nd stared
ened in the third crusade. There was a monk whom men called the Black Priest. He turned apostate, and sold himself to the enemies of Christ. A Sieur
said quietly; but I thought of the brand
ed him with an arrow mark on the forehead. The book says it was a pious action, and the S
ear of any othe
s that of the old chronicler, and of the other priest, Jacques Sorgue. Some said he was a lineal descendant of the traitor. Of course the first Black Priest was bad enough for anything. But if he di
mil
ppeared," pe
r the story of the morning. I had utterly forgotten the masked man at her window, but before I
ome clumsy clown's trick. You said so you
gold cross from her bosom and kissed it. But her