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THE MOKNUJt HEKAL1): SIIJJUAV, KOVEMBEB 17. 1889 THE HOST OF ft FxOSE. A New Story by MRS. FRANCES BURNETT. IE ALL drew nearer the i deep , old-fashioned fire- j place, as people are apt to rc uo on a winter snurht. when they nit Without light and the con versation takes a suH'rn;ituraI turn. Pretty Jliss Hrooks looked over her shoulder furtively, the great wax-flower hlue eyes widening in a most dubious manner. Helen Maxwell took up her t-rochet work, and lK'gan t apply herself tr it energetically. 1 car old lady Main free smiled in her i-weet, lenign way, and smoothed down trie tront of her black satin dress with her pretty old plump hands, I looked at Valerie, but Valerie did not look at me. She was kneeling at Lady Daintree's side, the folds of her purple train trailing over the rug of tiger skin, her beautiful, thoughtful eyes resting on the tire. "1 don't care what they say about it," she said slowly, with a little shudder. "You may believe what you like, and, of course, I know you will all look astonished wnen i ten vou mat l. tor one. half believe. in them." "What!" said ladv K.iintrcv, patting her hand with a miick, light touch. "Nay, my dear what nre you saying : "that 1 believe in ghosts," said Valerie, without Iifting",her eyes. We all tried to laughland failed miserably, of course, "Why should I not.'A argued Valerie. "Why should not you? What are angels but spirits, and what are ghosts but the same thing? You all believe in angels, so why should you deny ghosts? It is inconsistent to talk about guardian spirits, who watch over and guard us, and then deny such spiritual existences altogether." "Did but you never saw one?" fluttered poor little Lucy Ihookes. timidly. "You never saw an angel," said Valerie: "and as to the ghosts well, there is one in this very house." There was a terrified chorus of exclamation, and then Iidv Iain tree patted the lovely hand again. "My love," she said, half jesting ly, ' what will Ceofl'rey say if you frighten us all so? Now you will have to tell the story, to show what foundation you have for accusing poor old Paint ree in 'such a man ner." Valerie laughed, rather faintly, however, though she colored bright ly enough. She was engaged to (Jeoliry Paintree, and had come to Pain tree House at her handsome old ladyships urgent invitation. The two were very fond of each other already, in fact. "I have no objection to teliin.: it, I am sure," she said, "since it is s easily told. You see, ladies, the Paintree ghost is scarcely an orthodox ghost, after all. It is simply the fragrant ghost of a rose." "Of a rose!" we all ejaculated at once. "Of a rose," she said; "for, though its blossoms were woven into a t raged v, it is not the hero or heorine of the tragedy we're haunt ed by, but the rose which the heorine wore and which was the cause of her death. The story runsthns: Three hundred yea:s :iz) there lived a certain P.asil Paintree, who fell in love with a fair neighbor, and, with the help of her mother, married her, much against her will. Of course there was another lover wandering in foreign lands, and in time, of course, he came back and found out what wrong had been done him. So he disguised himself as a page, and entering his rival's ser vice, revealed himself to the lady, and by doing so worked out a bitter revenge uion the man who played him false. He was a fair, slender, golden-haired stripling, and the story says that for some time liasil Paintree suspected nothing; but one day in walking behind an ivied wall he saw a white rose, thrown by a white hand, flutter downward from his yung bride's window, and hurry ing to the terrace tiencath, he caught sight of the tall golden haired page striding away, slip ping this rose into his doublet. Very naturally, the stern Paintree kept watch after this, and the end was that one moonlight night he aw a white rose fall from thejbow-cr-window again, and seeing it he leaped out upon the slender p:ige, thrut his sword through his lieart, and, dipping the rose in his life-blood, carried it to his faith less wife, and flung it in her face, saying as he did so: 'Leman, your rose has changed to red.' 1 le "never sjoke another word in her presence, even when she died, as he did shortly afterward, cf a broken heart. The legend also affirms that after the rose fell on the floor it was never seen again : and ever since that time, when sorrow is to fall upon the honse of Paintree, through kith, kin or stranger, a heavy odor, like the scent of a crushed rose, floats aVrnt the lady's death-chamber." There was a breathless pause after this, which was broken at last bv nrettv Lucv Hrookes who l listened to every word in fear and trembling. "Which was the room?" .-he asked. I 'The Blue Koom in the west j wintr." Valerie answered YVhv.' ejaculated Hele l.th :tt once, ' well and I your room, Valerie I" " Ye-. " was mr lrief reply - ? -Ui;o-e ought here to lew wo'iis more cu:i' eriuiir Cha! lio-,v ah!.-. "n:r. I cannot describe cr. because she is i n h - Other women's hair :.::d, eyes may lose nothing by being particularized, since description may do them hi!! justice, or possi bly, may flatter them somewhat. It was not so with Valerie, how ever. One only knew of her that she was fair and tall and wonderful, that her eyes dazzled, that her de licious voice st nick a tender, re sponsive chord in one's heart. Hers was that subtle charm which enslaves men and women alike, and makes friends of them for a life-time. She had conquered even silent Geollry Paintree by it, and taken his delicate, old-sou led mother captive ; certainly f-he had won every other guest in t he house. Yet I am sure that her victories were as sweetly unstudied . as a woman's victories may be, and there was not one of us whose favor she had sought in a way dif fering from her manner to the rest. Snrelv, if there ever existed a popular beauty she was that wonder embodied. I could not help watching her that night when Gcoffry returned. He had been absent all evening on business, and when he came in Injoted and spurred ami jaded, she was crossing the wide hall, and met him. "I thought you would never come, truant!"! heard her say softly, as she gave him both her beautiful hands a moment, then knelt to the hearth ami stirred the tire to a cheeiful glow. "And you look pale and tired." "I am tired," he answered "tired enough ; but then the sight of you revives me, my queen-rose !" And lie raised her hands to his lips, kissing them with passionate tenderness. But Gcoffry was in a strange mood. He was pale and preoccu pied; there were care-worn lines on his forehead, and his eves were sao. "I have a trouble to-night," he said; "a heavy one an old one, Valerie ; and I scarcely know how to let you share it with me. Some time I must make it clear some time I will. Have patience with me awhile longer, love." He kissed her red, blooming lips, and we went up stairs to gether Valerie ami I and when I left her at her chamber-door, it seemed to me that her fair, rapt face shone as a white star shines. But, though I heard her turn the key in her lock, live minutes had not elapsed before she came out of her room again, and cross ing the passage, summoned me in a strange, low voice. I ojK'iied the door and went out to her, and the instant I saw her, I recognized a sudden change which had come upon her. The tender radiance had died out of her face, and her eyes were dilated ; altogether, it struck me that she had seen something that had frightened her. Has it weak or inconsistent that there should flash across mv mind a recollection of what we had been talking about when we sat around the fire in the dusk? "Anice," she wpispered, "coiik wiui me come with me into mv room." Startled as 1 was, I was not coward enough to draw back and add to her di.-turbance ; so when she led the wav across the thresh old, 1 followed, wondering and lor rified. "Some one has been here," she said. "Look there!" and she pointed to the hearth A c hair was drawn up to the fire, as if Home one had been sitting on it recently, and on the soft, thick rug lay a torn, stained slipper, and a soiled wrap of lace and cambric, which had once been a woman's handkerchief. I broke into a low cry, but Val erie leiit and picked the handker chief up. "There is a name upon it," she said, "See Anice!" And when I took it from her I saw embroidered in one corner the single word, "Lucia." It was startling enough, con sidering the fact, thet all the house hold had retired, and we t wo occu pied the only chambers in use in this storied west wing. 4 , But this was not the worst. As I stood there holding the draggled bit of lace and cambric, and staring at it, something vague ly terrfhle occurred. Valerie gave a little start, and sjoke to me in a low, hurried voice : "Anice Anice," there are no flowers in the room, are there?" I dropped the handkerchief upon the carjet, and a second later had caught her by the arm, dragged her out of the room, across the passage, into my own apartment, never stopping until I had locked tho door and stood with my back against it. "What was it?" I cried. "It was something I noticed it as soon as you sjoke." "It it was the perfume of a flower," she answered. And though I had asked the question, I knew that it was, too; for the moment she called out to me, I recognized it myself the heavy, floating odor of a crushed and dying rose. For a few minutes I argued that It was our duty to tell some one of what we had seen ; but at last I began dimly to comprehend that Valerie was 'strangely reluctant. For the moment she read the name on the handkerchief her mood seemed to have changed al together Some careless servant sent up-stairs with a few odd j things, might have entered the t room and dropped both articles, ! she said. s to the mvstenous iienumc. that must certainly he kept a ! secret . i M ix- ; "We are excited no. Anice," she that is ; said, pale still, despite her eairer ; ness: "Let us try to calm ourselves 1 and talk about it quietly. It was -.ly a very foolish in mo to alann yon at '' tie all. I ought to have known l.. !!-; r. ! If i! ha 1 been i:i broad dav - light, instead i night, 1 .-he mid have more presence of mind; but night always makes a coward of me." Valerie did not return to her room, however, but shared my bed with me ; and though I spent the night restlessly enough myself, I think I must have slept more soundly than she did, for when I awaked, I invariably found that she was awake, too. When I opened my eyes in the morning she was dressed and standing at the window; and on mv addressing her, she turned i toward nie with a slight start, showing me that she was pale yet even paler than she had been the night before, I thought. She was so pale, indeed, that when we went down to breakfast. Lady Paintree noticed it. "Why, my love," she exclaimed, as Valerie !'r.t to kiss her, "how pah; yon are this morning! You look as if you had seen a ghost." And teoifry glanced up. ami looked at her anxiously and ten derly. But she laughed the accusation off, and sat down at the table; yet she did not eat much, I saw, and she certainly did not regain her color. She was less bright than usual all the day. Generally she was th light of the house, with her radiant face and sweet, tuneful yoice ; but we noticed then that a shadow seemed to have fallen upon her. Having almost recovered, under the influence of daylight, from the effects of my fright, I had courage enough to accuse her of lieing the greater coward of the two, but she only smiled faintly, and denied the charge. "It is not that," she said. "How could it be, since daylight has proved my theory of a careless ser vant to be correct? Both slipper and hankerchief were gone this mornin, and, of course, if there had lieen anything remarkable in their being there we would have heard something of it. It was not a thief, at least, and as to its lie ing a ghost, ghosts do not wear ragged slippers and drop cambric handkerchiefs. The next day a curious thing happened. We were strolling together down one of the queer, old-fashioned walks, walled with clipped box, when I struck my foot against some small object, and on stooping to pick it up I found that it was nothing less than an oval case, con taining a miniature. When I oj)ened it a slip of paper fluttered out, and, but that Valerie caught it, it would have fallen to the A a if u-iu .Imtwin threw it into her hands, and a'nat- ural impulse drawing both our eves to it, both of us uttered a low crv oi exclamation, lor, written upon it, in a thin, nervous, yet dashing hand, wen; these words: "My low'. My life! Your Lucia." Whoever Lucia might be, she was certainly young and beautiful, if the picture was a true one. Just the kind of a woman to write such words to a lover a dark, riante young creature, with dusky brows, great flashing Spanish eyes, and lips like a thread of scarlet, alto gether fiery, foreign ami impassion ed. We were both standing looking at her when there came the sound of quick feet just behind us, and we raised our eyes to confront Geoffrey Paintree himself, white, agitated and nervous. "I have lost something," he lie- gan, hurriedly. "A miniature in and oval case. I think I dropped it here. Ah " He had caught sight of it in Val erie s hand. Mie neiu n out to nun with a strange calmness which surprised me. "This is it," she said. "Take it, iieolfry, and turned herself quite away from him. "Valerie!" he broke out. "No! You are wrong, by heavens!" "Hush!" she commanded; and the calm strength of purpose in her sweet voice conquered him at once nay, almost seemed to crush him. "Hush! Not yet. Let us wait. I could not listen fairly now; and you misfit not be quite just and true to yourself. Wait until to-morrow. I promise I will hear every word then. Anice, come. And she drew me awav, passing him like a fair statue called to life. I was so bewildered that woman-like when we were out of aring, I could not hold my peace. "Valerie!" I cried out. "Valerie! what does it all mean? How can you be so cold and calm?" "1 am neither," she answered. "That is why I would not trust myself to listen. I have heard of this Lucia before, but did not be lieve. Pon't ask me now. It was so long ago, and until I saw the name upon the handkerchief, I had forgotten the story. It is a sad one, Anice a bitter story tor a woman to believe of the man she loves. I have been reluctant enough to look the mattf r in the ice I trusted him so; but now " She went to her room when she reached the house, and did not come down to the parlors for near ly two hours, and when she did come, Lady Paintree sjokc mxiously of her pallor again. l am afraid Paintree does not agree with you, my dear," she said, in her sweet, motherly way. l ou look ill again this evening. The evening lagged almost wearily, until we separated to re tire to our respective rooms, which we did much earlier than was custemarv. For mv part, with Valerie's sweet, pal.? face haunting me, I could not sleep at all, and after! tossing on mv pillow for an hour,! 1 made up mv mind to rise. I could re i 1. at "le.i-t. ' 1 go! up and threw on a wrapper. : rh;; boi.k I wanted was in !i drawiie-r j :!, o I opn-'d my do-jr geni.ly and crept d vn -If staircase. When I rea.-hed the bottom 1 paused, for, to my intense surprise, I saw the rom was still lighted, and through the halt-opened door I caught sight of our beautiful old hostess, standing upon the hearth, and a young gentleman, who seem ed just to have returned, for he was both booted and spurred, and had not even removed his hat. "Mother," I heard him say, "try to bear up. It is sad news this time. Lucia is gone, and they cannot tell me where !" "Geoffrv!"' she cried, and her dear old face wao as pale as his own "Oh. Geoffrv! mv child! mv child!" I turned away, and crept up the stairs again, hurriedly. Tiiere was a secret, then about this Lucia, and it was a secret hid den even from Valerie, who cer tainly had the right to know all secrets that were not guilty ones. Could this be a guilty one? I could nut believe it was, since dear old ladv Paintree shared it, and grieved with him over it. But how could it be otherwise, when a betrothed lover carried in his bosom the portrait of a beauti ful woman, who lavished upon him passionately endearing epb thets? How conld it be otherwise, when he s;H'iit hounf in mysterious absences connected with her? There was no reading for me that night. I went to bed again, and lay tossing t and fro, thinking of Valerie, until I fell into a heavy, restless Bleep. About midnight I awakened with a start. Why I started I could not explain to myself; but for some mysterious reason I felt nervous and terrified, as if I had suddenly brok en off in the middle of an evil dream. Still I was sure I had not been dreaming, which made my condition all the more mysterious. I lay for a moment or so with half-closed eyes, dimly conscious of the firelight, and then all at once I sprang up in bed with a low cry of terror. The room was full of float ing perfunie the perfume of a rose. At first I was too thoroughly frightened to move; but before I had been sitting up many seconds a fresh sensation forced itself upon my notice. I was beginning to feel chilled, as if cold air was blowing upon me. I turned my head naturally toward the door, and saw that it was wide open, though I remembered quite distinctly that 1 had not only closed, but locked it before I went to bed. One moment, and I was stand ing upon the floor, trembling from head to foot. Nothing would have educed me to remain, I 1 crossed the corridor feeling more excited than ever the hoi riblc odor was there, too anil when I reached the Blue Koom I could scarcely speak. "Valerte!" I said, in a low tone. "Valerie!" And tapped softly on the door. Then came the most terrible ex perience of my life. How can I go back to it how can 1 describe it! Yet surely I can never forget it. From the room within came a a strange, mysterious sound not Valerie's voice, for she did not answer. The sound of which I speak v.as nothing less horrible than the sharp, panting breath like tho breath of some wild ani mal of something which was Crouching upon the threshold in sidecrouching so close to the door, that when it moved its gar ments rustled in a deadened way against the wood. 1 knew there was some fearful, uncanny thin there then. It flashed upon me all at once that there was greater danger than I had ever dreamed of suspecting, and though I could not understand it my excitement almost drove me mad. "Valerie!" I shrieked out. "Val erie!" Valerie. Who is in the room with you? Sieak to me! Valerie! Valerie!" I beat upon the panels with my hands. I called out again and again, and the nornhie rustle and panting of breath was my only answer. Then I clung to ths handle of the door and began to shake it with all my strength, and then I here was a struggle inside; a cry like the cry of a panther; the door flew open, and as the already alarmed household came flying from the rooms, I found myself struggling for life with the creature who sprang out uikmi me, knife in hand a haggard, once beautiful girl, with eyes of fire, and thin, fierce lips of scarlet Lucia ! I cannot tell how long the strug gle lasted, or how it ended. I think it must have been that ijeoffry Paintree dragged her from me. 1 remember his catching us both in his strong arms, and then, with the worn, wild face pressed close to mine, and the sickening rose odor overpowering me, I fainted ; but, brief as the battle was, I still had time to see that on the thresh inside Valerie lay stretched all her white, full length, with a stain of blood upon her side. After such a story of course must come an explanation, and this ex planation was given to me by Lady Paintree when I recovered from swoon ; but ixor Valerie (whose in jury was serious, though not dangerou) was not strong enough to hear it for a week. Years ago the Paint rees had met with a heavy trouble. Geoffry's only sister the Lucia of the nar rativehad become entangled in an unfortunate love, affair with a disreputable Frenchman, while abroad at school, the end of which was, that the lover, finding he would be the loser by the match, deserted her, and poor impassioned Lu-ia Paintree lost her mind. This misfortune being kept as much secret as possible, had fallen into a floating rumor, as such things are apt to do, and i i the rumor me 'unfortunate ;'ir! had bc'-n represented as a French lady whr-m Geotfry hud ;;reaty wrote.-.'.-!. I ie had j .T!:i.: ,vas the storv V heard, and it was this which caused her wretchedneps when it was re called to her memory by the sight of the name on the handkerchief. A few days liefore the final de nouement of the mystery, Lucia Paintree had escaped from the establishment in which she had been confined, and some mad in stinct had led her to secrete her self in her brother's house. As to the floating fragrance of roses, I almost regret to be obliged to confess that this was nothing more tlmn the result of a fancy of poor Lucia's, too. She had always affected the odor in her happier days, and the French lover had praised it en thusiastically, and now one of the freaks of her insanity led her to in sist upon being allowed to use it to an overpowering extent, and as re fusal invariably caused her ex citement, Geofiry had commanded that she should be indulged. Valerie could scarcely relate any thing of what had passed in her room on the eventful night. She had awakened to see the girl standing over her with angry eyes, had sprung out of bed, received a sharp stab in the struggle, ami then fainted. And as to the rest well, liefore the red roses bloomed again in the dear old-fashioned gardens at Pain tree, she went there with Gcoffry himself, the happiest as well as the rarest of sweet and tender wives. The Blimy Stone. Five miles west of the city of Cork, Ireland, in a valley wherejtwe streams meet, is situated the little village ef Blarney. The fame of Blarney is world wide. It has a castle and in the wall of the castle the famous "Bianey Stene" is set, in the solid niasenry, about fifty feet from the ground about 20 feet below the pro jecting roof of the building. He or she who is venturous enough to reach this wonderful magic stone, and has faith enough to kiss it, is said to thenceforth have a gift of marvelous efficacy. Honeyed werds will flow from his lips. He will wim his way everywhere and with everybody and when mankind, and especially woman kind, are taken captive by the witcherv of his tongua, they will say he has kissed the Blarney atone. The tendency of modern generations to follow ''false gods is illustrated even in ths matter of Blarney Stone. Within the last t0 years it has been claimed that a stone on the roof of Blarney's castle is the best talisman. This spurious claimant to gteitness is about two feet square and hears the date of 1703. The one mentioned as being set in the wall is on the north eastern side of the castle. It bears the date of the building of the castle which is 1446. To kiss this the Totary must be let down 20 feet by means of ropes, with 70 feet of space between him and terra firma. i his has etfect of making almost everyone believe that the rock on the roof is the "true and only Blarney," because the danger in kissing it is not so great roup fan ICc I'revi'iitril. We want every mother to know tli.it croup con lie prevented. There is no question about this; as it has been ilonc in thousands of case?, and you may depend upon it that when a cnild takes the croun it is wholly owing to the negligence of 'its parents. True coup never appears without due and timely warning; a few hours or a day or two before tin; attack, the child be comes hoarse. This hoarseness is the first indication of croup, and is a sure sign that croup is to follow, unless promptly and propcily triatcd. The free use of Chamberlain's Cough Remedy as ''irected with each bottle. under the heading "To proveiiteroup," will dispel all symptoms or the dis ease. This first sign of coup, hoarse ness, may be overlooked by young mothers or those not laminar with the disease. Under 6uch circum stances, or when not properly treated, the hoarseness becomes more marked, and the child shows shows symptems of having taken cold, then a peculiar, rrugh :ough Is developed. Even at this stage Chamberlain's Cough Rem edy will prevent the croup, but after the cough has developed the cre;:p is liable to appear at any moment. The proper way is to keep a bettle f this remedy at hand, it costs but 50 cents, and only a few doses, or at most not oyer a third of a bottle, is required to dispci all symptoms of the disease. Cmi you afford to ri6k so much fer so little There is uot the least danger in giving this remedy in large and frequent doFes, which are alwajs re quired, as it contains no injurious substance. As proof of this fact we refer to John L. Olson, of Dcs Moines, whose 18-months-old boy diank the entie contents of a 50 cent bottle of Chamberlain's cough remedy without the least iDjury. Certainly it made the baby vomit very freely; but after taking a nap he would have been glad to hav; d :ank another bottle of the remedy, as he liked it. A similar in stance occurred neai Valley Uprises, uakotf. Mrs, Mattie Jonnson s tw- year-old daughter, Annie, drank a full bottle of the remedy without inicry. This remedy has been the sle re liance of thousands of mothers for croup, and especially as a preventive lor manv yearss, ana has never been known to fail. It is also inralua' le for eolds and whooping-cough, Fer 6ale by Foshay & Mason. Something Nice, We have just received a barrel of genuine German saur kraut.also graham flour in bulk, and Oregon leaf lard in bulk. Willamette Packing Co. What can wc reason but for what we know? Browncll sells goods I court his prices low Brings him the custom. Others brajr and blow but he the roods do sell, that all allow. The largest stocK of watches the city at Will & Starke. Elegaul Lotion. IB For (lie Holidays FIXE DISPLAY OT FANCY 0DS, Chinese dishes, Japanese curios ities.and novelties of all kinds have been opened at the Japanese liazaar .-l"re .i toe Uwong U a dee Co.. opposire the new Masoniu Temple. The Indies are invited to call ai;d ir.spect these tine holiday goods. 2&J"Fancy goods sold cheaper than iu I'oitlar.d. T 1 UM MUM BLUMBERG BLOCK, Has opened with a new and complete 6tock of Drugs, patent Medicines, Stationery, Toilet Articles and DRUGGISTS' SUNDRIES, Haviii;' baa sixteen years experience in the drug business, we feel justified in saying that we fully understand the art of compounding and disrensing medicines. Our prescription departm ent is our specialtj : honesty and purity our motto The public is invited to call and inspect our stock and get our pi ices. H. C. HUBBARD. KeS1D2XCE OVEK sTKE PllESCItlPTION DkICGISI. $5oo WORTH GOLD WATCHES 1 take this method of informing the citi.CDS of Albany and vicinity that I have just opened a first class clothing store in conncctiou with my merchnntile business, and have added the most complete stock of gents tall! Goods ever brought to the city. Ia order to advertise my business I havejde cided to give away over $500 worth of Gold TVafche9. Every purchaser of one dollar's worth of goods, for ca9h. from the clothing department will receive a chance for one of these gold watches. Steck is ail new purchased in the east for spot cash, and will be sold at LOWEST LIVING RATES. Call and examine my stocK eefore purchasing elsewhere. "Nojtrouble to show good9. Albanif. Or. "MNNVILLE (SlLEEE MeMINNVTLLE, l:i ifli C. E. HAWKINS. ALBANY FURNITURE Mill Does an immense business in all kinds of furniture, bedroom sets, parlor sets, chairs, bed lounges, kitchen safes, and all kinds of tables, etc., etc. Also have a line scleot;on of wall paper and wind w shades, which they are offeritis; at close figures, Call and see them, on First street, opposite Stew art t Sox. 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