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OR. A DECLARATION OF WAR.
CHAPTER VII—(Cont'd.) i must have!" declared Mabe1, "Fancy
"But, look here, how do you latow ; bein� • able to sleep quiet under a turf
who they are?" objected Ronald, neat. Bnt�perhaps you don't always
whose views concerning the eonven- sleep quiet? Do you know that when
tionalities of lifewere narrower I. caught sight of you and your sister
i r much hist now my first impression was that
than those of his headstrong cousin, you must be ghost's,"
Do you think that Aunt Caroline—" "Do' ghosts wear tweed suits?" ask-
"Do
don't car who they are., 1 ed Albert, •lancin • down discontent -
need them, and I'm going to appro- edly at the cheap material of his at
priate them --that's all! You needn't tire. p
come on if you're afraid." "Why not? They're up to anything
Albert McDonnell, looking upquick- nowadays, The old style of ghost
ly at the sound of footsteps on the in a sheet and with fiery eyes has
turf, was scarcely less surprised than quite gone out, you know. That sort
Mabel had been—fashionably-clad never used to do anything but groan
young ladies, out of the tourist season, and rattle chains, while the ambition
being at least as rare as white grouse of a real, up-to-date ghost is evidently
on the moors; but even before she had to look as unlike a ghost as possible.
reached the spot he had made a cor I should say it affects daylight more
rect guess at her identity. There was than darkness; and if it goes in for
scarcely time to repress the movement chains at all, it's the latest thing in
of pleasure whose display, would have muff or bag chains. I beg your par-
been all too naive, and no timeto warn don for chattering; I see you want to
Fenella, before the apparition was say something."
upon them They had stood still before a more
"I beg your pardon," Miss Atterton imposing -looking monument; but when
began, in a tone which obviously beg -her over -eager guide, having explain-
ged nothing at all, butsmilingly, ed that it was the grave of the chief
breezily commanded: '`We are strong- . of the M Donnell clan, murdered in
ers:. here, and anxious to find the the Massacre, showed signs of want
whereabouts of an old. grave we have ing to enter into the, details, of the
been told of. Somebody who was
event, Mabel stoppedhim. firmly.
"No history,lease. Mamma
killed in some battle or other—ma I p asup-
mean who killed somebody . else.. Plies that. Ah! :you don't know
Wasn't that it, Donald? This is my mamma. I once was weak enough to
visit Westminster Abbey in her'coma
cousin, Mr. Maegilvray. We're come'
over from Balladrochit, you know," pny, with the .result that the mere
Oh said
1 sight of its tower gives pie. a moral
Fenela with very wide nausea. You can tell me the for
eyes;"then you are the• l story
A cutting glance from AIbert check- another time," she added, seeing a
look of disappontemeut upon
ed the word "heiress lips. She ha " which had all her„new
but reached to: her 'd acquaintance's face, "from your own
raised herself from' point of view—not from that of the
the grave -mound
barelyis books. But to -day I'm hunger-! stands ready to do everything within- in time become aware of the in only a'. Preserving the Autumn Fruit the lids as securely as possible. T
g of y for local col. Talk to rr-a g s Y p powersuccessful
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