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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1908-09-10, Page 5THE GHOST OF LOCH RAIN CASTLE BY MRS. C. N. WILLIAIVISON Author"o# "The Princess Passes," "The Lightning Conductor," Etc., Etc. Copyright, 1901, by Mrs. C. N. Williamson.. "I want to have you for a friend, Nay I think of you so?" she was destined to look forward with more than ordinary interest to the events that awaited her on the other side of the door. What would he be like, this young man who loved Lady Hilary Lam- bart, and was loved by her in return; who had begun life as a foundling, and made a career for himself in the army; who had won John Kenrith's friendship and loyal admiration; who was labelled "dangerous" by Lady Lambart, and bitterly disliked by James Grant? This was the thought in her mind as she tapped at the door of Mr, Ken- rith's sitting room, for the second time that day. John Kenrith ltirnself opened it, and .somehow she had the conviction— conceited though it might have been in a mere typewriter—that he was present for her sake, to introduce her .to Captain Oxford and put her at her ease. His first words confirmed the im- pression. "I ran in before keeping a golf engagement, to see if you were here, as I heard, you were coming," he explained. "My friend, Captain Oxford, met with an ugly adventure last night, with a rascally poacher, or some one of that ilk, it's supposed, and was shot in the arm—of course, the arm that had been hurt before! That's usually so, isn't it? He won't be able to help himself much for a day or two, though it's the left arm, for he has lost a good deal of blood and is rather weak. I think you had better not let him dictate many let- ters this afternoon; say three or four at most; and I'm sure he'll listen to your advice, and rest afterward,. though he doesn't like playing in- valid. Now come and be introduced. See, there he is on the sofa over. there. Kenrith led Elspeth across the large room toward a comfortable sofa, piled, with cushions among which could be seen the back of 'a man's head—a well -shaped head, thickly covered :with close -cropped, rippling bronze. .hair. In another moment she saw the face, which turned toward her as, she approached, at Kenrith's side, and as the handsome eyes and lips smiled faintly in greeting, the *girl gave a slight start of surprise. "Why," she asked herself eagerly, "where have I seen him, or someone exactly like him, enly a short time 'ago?" CHAPTED V. A second glance at Captain •assured Elspeth that, despite .haunting likeness to some other Race, 'she had certainly never seen him be- fore. He was not a young man to be easily forgotten, and the girl did not wonder that .he had attracted Lady Hilary. Not only was he remark- ably good to look at, but it seemed her that, with such eyes—bronze, like his hair, and only a few shades 'darker than his sunburned skin—he ;anust be honest and sincere. If there were a mystery about his adventure sof last night, she told herself that 4.t could be nothing of which he need febl ashamed. i' When Elspeth had been made ac- .quainted with Captain Oxford, Ken- irith left them alone, and went off to allay golf—perhaps, the girl thought ;grudgingly, with Lady Lambart. P. She wrote two or three short let- ters, which she would not have- judg- ►,ed to be very "Don't important, and then came a pause. you think you :ought to rest now?" she asked, re- imerbering Mr. Kenrith's instructions. 'I "Yes,' the young man answered, f`I'n not going to ask you to do any More letters to -day. But"-- he hesi- tated, and Elspeth took up the sen- tence where it broke off, inquiring if there were anything further that she could do for him. "Yes, there is something," he said. "I --my friend, Mr. Kenrith, told me you traveled up in the same, carriage with him yesterday, and—with Lady Lambart and her daughter." Eispeth's eyes brightened, she knew what would please him now, and did not see any wrong in doing it. "Oh, yes," she answered, "it was so crowd- ed, they put ine in first-class, and Lady,;Hilary Lambart was so sweet about it. I never saw such a lovely girl as she is, and I am sure she is as nice as sate is beautiful." Captain Oxford's face lighted up, xudho . sn4iled, shoving .111s tvli}ta teeth, ""You are very qiiick in form= ing your impressions, evidently," he said. "But I believe in the kind of admiration that begins at first sight." "So do I, and love, too," said Els- peth. "If I were a man I should have fallen in love with Lady Hilary Lam- bart at first sight, As it is, I would do anything I could to please or help her, and I told her so this morning." "What? You've been talking to- gether this morning? I was going to try and pump you, without letting you find out what I was doing, but now I begin to see it isn't necessary to do that." "It isn't a bit," laughed Elspeth, "if you really don't mind my saying so.', "Mind? Why, now that I know you are such a stanch alley of hers, it will simply be paradise to have a chance of talking about her. Do tell me, since we've come down so quickly to 'bed rock,' as the Americans say, how did you find out that I was in love with Lady Hilary Lambart?" "Shall I tell all the truth?" "Why, of course." At this encouragement Elspeth pro- ceeded to give Captain Oxford a short sketch of the journey; how she had heard his name mentioned by Mr. Kenrith; how Lady Lambart had not seemed pleased with,the news that he was staying at Lochrain Hydro, and how she (Elspeth) had fancied from the look on Lady Hilary's face that her emotion was very different. "I didn't try to listen," the girl apologized, "but I could't help being interested, because it seemed such a romance, and Lady Hilary is such an ideal heroine for a love story." 'Bless her, I should think she was:" exclaimed the young man. "The only heroine possible for a love story of mine, even if I were banished to some far country, and knew that I could never see her again. She knows I love her, of course, and I do think she likes me a little, but am afraid she will never go against her mother's wishes, and marry me. Perhaps I oughtn't even to wish it, for she is so lovely, she could have • anybody, and I'm a poor man, heavily handi- capped in many ways. But I can't rise to such heights of unselfishness." "I'm sure she would hate you to rise to that," said Elspeth, absolutely on Captain Oxford's side now. "Do tell me why you think so—or do you. only say it to be kind?" I think so, because of something that happened this morning." And then she told him how Lady Hilary had been as one struck with a blow, on hearing from the gossip of Lady Ardeliffe that he had bean dangerous- ly wounded. She told also how she had managed to give the girl news of the real state of his health, when she heard of it from Mr. Grant. "You really do seem to have been sent here by Providence, Miss Dean," said Captain Oxford, half laughing, half serious. "Of course, you guessed why I asked that I might have you to write letters for me?" "You hoped that, as I had. seen Lady Hilary, you might get me to talk about her, and that is just what has happened." "You have guessed right. I thought you would. And I shouldn't wonder if Kenrith guessed, too. He admires Lady Lambart very much, but he is against leer where I am concerned.' He didn't know till yesterday that she disapproved of me as an acquaint- ance for a woman with a marriage- able daughter, though if he weren't rather unworldly in some ways, , de- spite his shrewdness in others, he might have guessed how it would be with her. He has too much money, himself to care about whether others' have it or not, or even think of it; but Lady Lambart has very little, unfortunately for me, otherwise she would perhaps not mind so much. As it is, I'm sure she would have thank- ed Heaven devoutly if I had been killed last night out of her daughter's way forever, instead of just winged, and laid up for a day or two." Elspeth shuddered. "It doesn't mat- ter so much to you about what she feels," said the girl. "But do you really think that it was a poacher who shot you by mistake for a keeper?". "No. I'm certain it was not," he answered. "Mr. Grant and, I suppose, Mr. McGowan are certain it was. "I haven't told them everything. I have my own reasons for not doing so," said Captain Oxford, thoughtful- ly. His face changed to sternness as he spoke, and Elspeth wondered if she could have been mistaken after all in fancying him absolutely frank and open. Suddenly he looked like a man who could keep a secret well, and might have secrets of his own. The words that Kenrith had said be- fore going out darted back into Els- peth'sbrain, "He lost a good deal of blood."What of the ruby drops that had fallen through the crack in her ceiling, from that mysterious place above, inhabited by no one save ghosts—the ruby drops that had stain- ed the face of the boy in the sketch! But at the thought of that sketch, something which had been puzzling Elspeth was made clear. The like- ness which had so bewildered her was between Captain Oxford and the boy in the portrait. It was not so noticeable now, for the young man was looking grave to sombreness, while the face of the boy was bright and smiling still Elspeth could see it, and it was marked en, ough to seem rather odd. But, after all, what could it inean? The boy, who was by this time either an old man, or dead, had been one of the same type with Captain Oxford, per- haps not an extraordinary one, al- though she had not happened to see any othee, save these two. She was vv. .... • THE WI iG-Ii& TIMES, SEPTrililtEli 10 1908. • half -inclined to speak of the pencil- s led portrait she had found, but she did not wish to be called upon at present for an explanation of the • pink stain, as she probably would be, if she showed the sketch to Captain Oxford, As she mentally compared the real features with the pictured features,. the young man spoke again. "Natur- ally, Mr. McGowan would prefer to think that I had been attacked by some poacher, while straying about in lonely places, where I had no busi- ness to be after dark. Any other idea—any more sensational idea- would be bad for the hotel." "Why?" asked Elspeth. "He wouldn't like to have it said that there were thieves and murderers lurking about. That sort of thing would probably keep a great many guests away from the Hydro. The sort of people who come here don't want adventures." "But do you think it was a thief who attacked you?" the girl impul- sively asked. Captain Oxford laughed. "I've noth- ing worth stealing, and everybody who knows me, knows that. Other- wise, the whole affair might have been almost worthy of the Under- ground Syndicate—if only it had come off a little more successfully." Elspeth looked blank. "What is the Undergrotincl Syndicate?" she asked. "You've never heard of the Under- ground Syndicate? Well, I can't tell wheu - recisely what it ther exists. .And ifs it or erdoes, that probably isn't its own name for it- self." "It sounds rather vague—but very mysterious," said Elspeth. "If there is such an association as the Underground Syndicate, it is very mysterious—so mysterious that it has puzzled England in general, and Scot- land Yard in particular, for years. It's supposed, you know, to be an association banded together to com- mit crimes for important clients who don't wish to commit them them- selves. Several famous murders have • Jt sounds rather vague, but very mys- terious," said Elspeth. been set down to the account of the Underground Syndicate; but though there have been clues and traces, there have never been enough to help the police to make arrests, or even actually suspect any one person. They have, as it were heerd stirrings be- hind a veil, but the veil has never been lifted. Now, if I were a very rich man with millions to leave to relatives, or if I were in any one's way, I should say to myself—because of certain things that have happened— `Aha, the Underground Syndicate has put a black mark against my name.' But there is absolutely nobody ex- cept Lady Lambart—who would be the better off for my death; and poor Lady Lambart, even if she were pre- pared to go to such lengths to wipe out a would-be son-in-law, couldn't afford to pay the Syndicate's prices. They charge thousands, so the story goes. And they are very rich—accord- ing to the same stories—for they of- ten bring' off big coups on their own account, such as relieving people of their jewels. I often warn Kenrith that he had better look out." "It sounds too extraordinary," said Elspeth. "I don't believe there is such a syndicate really, do you?" "No, I don't," replied Captain Ox- ford. "As you say, it is too fantastic. People will get up any theory to ac- count for crimes which remain mys- teries; and I believe that rather a sensational morning paper is respons- ible for suggesting the idea that there was a syndicate. After a murder that baffled the police last year, the editor published a series of extraordinary anonymous letters that served the ob- ject of selling the issues in which they appeared, if no other." At this moment, the resident doctor appeared to see how his patient was getting on, and Elspeth was banished from the room. It was now her hour of freedom, and site was glad of it, for she had much to think of. She went to her room, where tea was sent to her, and rested luxuriously on the old-fashioned sofa. What a wonder- ful day it had been, she thought. More had happened in it; than happened in weeks in her old London life, where one day told another, and she forgot whether it ,vas Monday or Saturday, She seemed to have been plunged in- to the midst of many lives, and 'to have some influence, large or small. upon each one. It was almost as if she, an insignificant young girl, a paid employe of the hotel, were watch- ing the performance of a play in n theatre to which she alone had the right of entranee. She tried hard to join ell the dif- ferent loose threads, which she felt vaguely ought somehow to mntcli to. 1 gether, but she could not find the way; and at last the effect culminated in an absurd jumble which wns ,r dream. Sleep did her good, although het Nip was short, and she awoke with e. start, fearing that sho had missed her next appointment; but it was only hail -past five, and ten minutes later, with smooth hair and bright eyes, she was in Mr. McGowan's room. He was there, and had kind things to say concerning the reports he had r:e- eeived of her work during the day. 'Phis was encouraging, and the girl felt very happy as she went to begin her hour of work with Mr. Trow- bridge. She did not like hire much, but she fancied that he could be very amusing and, whatever else it might be, she was sure that her time in Ibis society would not be dull. In the great hall, through which she had to pass on her way to Mr. Trowbridge's sitting room, she saw, him deep in talk with Lady Hillary. He • was leaning far forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees, lost to every- thing but his interest in the beautiful girl who listened with an indifference which she did not try to hide. His back was turned towards Elspeth, but Lady Hilary saw her, and with a word to Trowbridge, which Elspeth did not hear, sprang up and gave the young stenographer a look which said "Come to me." The two girls met half way across the hall, and Lady Hilary handed Elspeth a book. "A pretence," she said hurriedly. "Open it anywhere, and we will seem to be talking about it Now; have you seen him? Mr. Kenrith happened to mention you were going to write for him this after- noon." There was no need to speak the name. Elspeth well knew who was meant by "him," and she doubted very much that Mr. Kenrith had "hap- pened" to speak. "Yes," she answered, as her head and Lady Hilary's were bent over the book. "He only wanted me be- cause he had heard that I'd traveled in the same carriage with you, and hoped I could be got to talk about you to him. He confessed that after I'd been in the room a little while. Oh, Lady Hilary, he worships you. I do wish I might take the liberty of say- ing something"— "Say it, quickly. It won't be a liberty." "It's only that I do hope nobody will persuade you to give him up, because such a love can come but once in a life, it seems to me, and"— "Hush! Here conies that Mr. Trow- bridge," whispered Lady Hilary. "Oh, he is most oppressive. I wish Lady Ardcliffe hadn't introduced him to mother. I'm afraid I'm going to have trouble with him." Her voice chang- ed suddenly, as Trowbridge, strolling towards them, came within hearing distance. "It will be good of you, Miss Dean, if you will copy out the poem for me. As it's a volume out of the hotel library, I"—she stopped, for her purpose was served. Trowbridge had paused clogs beside them and must have heard all that she intend- ed him to hear. "I will do it gladly this evening," said Elspeth. "For the next hour, my time belongs to Mr. Trowbridge." "Lady Hilary and I were just hav- ing a rattling good argument, said he. "'I was on the point of convinc- ing onvinceing her that I was right and she was wrong, so I will give up half my share of you for to -day to her. Copy out the poem slie wants, Miss Dean, and when you have finished, come to my sitting room, please. I'll be there by that time. Elspeth moved away obertiently. The book really was a volume of verses by a minor poet, and though Lady Hilary had probably selected a page at random, the girl copied it in her own room, with her own machine. In half an hour she went down again, and this time Lady Hilary and Trow- bridge had both vanished from the hall. Elspeth had brought the typed poem, and the book, in case she should meet Lady Hilary, but not seeing her she took them on to Mr. Trowbridge's sitting room. He him- self stood just outside the half open door, speaking with the handsome woman Elspeth had heard spoken of as Countess Radepolskoi, but as the girl approached, with as light shrug of the shoulder the Countess left him. "Be careful, that's all," Elspeth thought she heard her say; and Trow - bridge's expression was not quite so Pleasant as it had been, though he forced a smile to greet the steno- grapher. "Fine looking woman, that," he said, as he ushered Elspeth into the room. "Countess Radepolskoi, I mean. She and I only met here a short time ago, but she's mighty kind about Oar- ing me good advice, and was just telling me I ought to be careful and not overwork myself. You wouldn't think I was delicate, would you•? But I'm supposed to be here for the tonic air to pick me up after a threatened breakdown. We Americans are so apt to keep the candle burning at both ends, you know." Elspeth answered that she would not have dreamed he wasout o «f health; but she was thinking I don't believe the Countess was talking about overwork. If it had been anything as simple as that he wouldn't have minded whether I overheard or not. But he did mind, for some reason or other, and went out of his way to account for her words. Perhaps he's afraid I might tell Lady Hilary that there's something between him and • the Countess." "You ought to neo her jewels,•, Trowbridge went on, as Eispeth ar- ranged her typewriter and paper on the table. "She's rolling in money, I believe, a jolly good catch for some poor young man: 13y the way, she was telling me that Mr. Kenrith had bought a jewel—a diamond, I believe, which was once in her family. I don't care much about such things myself. Whenever I buy diamonds, it is to give away to some friend. But she is keen to know if he's got it stere, for it seems, though it was in her late husband's family for many genera- tion.;, it passed from them before her marriage, and she's never seen it. If you hear hien speak of it, you might let me know, as she feels delicate about asking, and, anyhow, she has- n't met him yet. But now to work. We must get through as much as we can in what's left of the hour." By this time Elspeth was sitting at the hi hie, and he flung himself down in a bie eaey• ehair within comfort - '►tie distance for dictation. He had Ii'r'in the first letter, by giving the ftan:. and getting as far "Dear Sir," when suddenly he spied on the table near Elspeth's elbow the book which Lady Hilary had given her. The folded paper was visible between the pages, and at sight of it Trowbridge's face lit up with interest. "Oh, jut a minute," he said. "Let's see, if you don't object, what is the lovely Lady Hilary's taste in poetry." Elspeth did not object, because the thought flashed through her mind that Mr. Trowbridge perhaps suspected that something more than the poem was written on the paper, therefore it night be well for him to find there was nothing' besides. Accordingly she was silent; but she watched Trow- bridge, to see what he would do, and as he reached to take the book, which lay at some distance from his hand, his wrist was exposed for an inch or two beyond the cuff, and Elspeth saw a very odd thing. Just above the wrist bone, he wore a bracelet—not the padlocked bangle which some men affect, to suggest a love -secret, but a flat band of gold set with pearls and turquoises, and fitting so closely that it pinched the skin as far down as the hand into little folds. Above this bracelet the arm was covered with white kid, like a woman's glove, and the junction between this and the flesh was masked by the band of gold. For the fraction of a second Els- peth fergot herself, and stared. Whe- ther Trowbridge notieed the direction of her eyes, or whether he merely remembered after an •instant of self - forgetfulness that he had been in- discreet, the effect was the same. Flushing darkly, he drew back his arm, and the bracelet and hat was above it were once more completely hidden by his sleeve. CHAPTER VI. Elspeth had had very little time during her first day at Lochrain Cas- tle Hydro to brood over her own af- fairs. Those of other people had proved still more absorbing, and dwelling upon them had prevented her from giving much attention to the mystery of the night's disturbances. But when darkness came again, and a second night had to be faced in the tower room, even the romantic love , troubles of Lady Hilary Lambart and Captain Oxford fettled into the back- ; ground of her mind. The one absorb- . ing question was whether a trick had really been played upon her, or whe- ther, in spite of her firm conviction to the contrary, there were such things ' as ghosts, which hannted places on earth that they had loved or hated?• The girl had now to remember rue- • fully that she. had taken steps to de- fend herself against other nights of terror, and that no light whatever had been thrown upon the mystery. The one piece of evidence in favor of the trick theory (if indeed it could be called evidence) was that the servant who had brought her meals had worn rather a peculiar expression when he civilly asked after her health in the morning. He had looked, she thought, as if he had expected to hear that she had passed a bad night, and ap- peared somewhat disappointed when she had announced herself to be in the best of health and spirits. But then, even if she had not ima- gined the expression, the man might easily have known no more than that the tower was said to be haunted. Persons in that class of life were supposed to be fond of horrors, and it would have been a delicious de- claration for the servants' hall if Mr. McGowan's new secretary had ac- knowledged receiving a visit from the ghosts. Perhaps the man knew the story of the tower, whatever it might be, and would be more villin, than Mr. Grant to repeat it. 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So well did she succeed in getting the upper hand of her nerves, that by 10 o'clock elle was actually calm enough to be sleepy, and to feel that nothing earthly or unearthly would have the power to rob her of slumber. Hardly had her head touched the pil- low than she had that sensation of falling which is so often the fore- runner of a heavy sleep; and having saved herself duly, she floated peace- fully off into dreamland. How long she slept, she diel not know, but she waked with a start to find the room filled with a soft light, which at first she mistook for dawn. She had the sensation that something had waked her, some sound perhaps; but if so, it<:had ceased and the room was as still as if it had been a vault. She realized after a moment that the light was the light of the moon, not of morning, and she wondered how many hours of sweet unconsciousness she had had. Were they few or many? In any case, it was delicious to know that there must be several more left before she need think of getting up to begin a new day's work. Thus she lay for awhile in a blissful state between dreaming and waking, her eyes half closed, when a board creaked, as if under the pressure of a foot. candles. All the while sho Could see the white face sit its halo of moon- t:grtt, as plainly as if it had been l,eroiogiaphed upon het brain; the nue forehead, the straight brows, the brilliant eyes, yes, more clearly than tee reit, those terribly brilliant eyes.. Her own breathing frightened her, and the knock, knock of 'her heart against her side, until she had got a light. Then it was more horrifying to find the room empty, save for her- -.elf, than it would have been to see the man where lie had stood before, It he were a men of flceh and blood, he would have been there still, she said, ioe the door was shut and lock- ed, and it would be impossible to en- ter or eeeare through a window. It nest be. the girl thought, that a. ghost haul come to prove to an un - b. iicver net such things were,. And yet—and yet—she did not feel as if she had sect) .a ghost. Besides, why should a ghost have seemed startled at right of her? Surely there had been n leek of apprehension and alarm on 'hat pale face; with its frame of dark beard, as the brilhvnt eyes had Found hers. And then, there was another ,rection. Why should a ghost look like Captain Oxford, disguised in a dark wig and beard? Elspeth hated to ask herself this, for sine wished to believe Captain Ox- ford all that was noble; and yet there was a kind of relief in the thought (To be Continued.) Elspeth knew the very board, or thought she knew it, for in passing ' A ■ r to and fro her foot had caused the a. Family same disagreeable squeak, and'she had tried to avoid the place. In a second she had bounded from her ed i c i n e bed, and out of the alcove into the big moonlit room. It was more by impulse than deli- berate intention that she rushed to discover, if she could, what had made the sound, for hardly d'd she expect to see any form save the dim shapes of the old-fashioned furniture, each one of which she already knew. But there was more to see. By the fireplace hovered the pale appearance of a man, dressed in something dark nat.l iu .i e, 1115 face clear and white in the stream of moonlight, which fell lull upon it. Ui,ly for a breathing ePace die Elspeth's eyes, and the eyed of this apparition meet and Bold (suclt other, fur, without a sound, eeenring ly without a motion, save one gliding step backward, the tall form vanished from sight, as if the sha- dows—no more ethereal than itself— had swallowed it up. Stiff and straight the girl stood staring at the spot where it had been. 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