' dress-ed.
. claimed,—
.-\ TERRIBLE FRIGHT
“Ifow does fright affect you? It al
ways makes me cold all over, and shlv
ery, like water down one’s back, y01
know.” ,
‘ Fright?” questioned cne cf those ad
“Oh, if I'm frightened,
scream right straight out, nothing car
stop me—I just yell.”
“You just do!” corroborated anothe.
of the pretty conclave round the fire
‘with a laugh. “I never heard anything
‘iike it; when that tramp we met yes
terday in the avenue at dusk suddenly
addressed us, you made. the welki:
Ting, and pinched my arm black ant
blue, until I made you understand tit-1
wretched creature had only asked his
way.”
There was the usual desigltory cha-
and exchange of confidmes,- betwe-ei
mouthfuls of mufiin, concerning alarm.
past, present and future, when a hand
some woman with mischievous eyes
who had not hitherto spoken, ex
“Were none of you girls ever strucl
dumb with fright?”
“What a question?” they chorused
"Why, Mrs. Treherne, were you evc1
taken like that?”
"On one memorable occasion,” web
the reply, while a comical expressior
settled about the corners of a. moutl
which Venus herself might have en
vied for its outlines, “I lost the entirz
faculty of speech during fully ten min
utes. I was struck dumb, and 01115
found mytongue too late to be of any
WEEKLY
crd that, if I escaped from the arti
fices of the one, I should sooner or
later be garotted by the other. The
male sex he more particularly referrer
’ to, but I must confess he had no very
high opinion of the women, either.
“Therefore, much as he hated hi:
horses being out at night, he insistec
on sending the carriage for me in al.
weathers, and I firmly believe the
coachman had orders to give a receipt
for my person every evening.
“Whether the presence of a good
looking young fellow who used to go
about with one of the artists, one
whose, no doubt well intentioned glanc
es my husband had surpsised in churcl
contributed at all to this frame or
mind, I never knew. But I had my
suspicions, although, as a matter or
fact, I never as much as spoke to the
man, or heard his name.
“One day in the winter, I had beer-
working in the life class till after five
and owing to a dense fog the carriage
was late. I suppose I ought to have
waited for it, but the tempter in the
shape of a girl friend persuaded me tn
take tea. in her rooms. Nor am I
quite clear if directions were left at the
studio to enable the carriage~to find me
“I dare say you imagine the partyin-
cluded men. If you do, ye» are wrong
V17 hatever Mr. Treherne thought, mor-
als were very strict, I can tell you, in 1
’5.‘reeleigh.
“We were half a dozen girl students
of whom one played divinely on ths ‘
’ceilo, and it must have been quite :11.
hour later before I started, my body
use.” .
The speaker looked across at he '
hostess. She was met by an amuset i
air of incredulity. - 1
“Let us hear the story, Kitty. I can’
believe in your being frightened; bu ?
unbosom yours-elf, dear.’ I intent .
keeping you until the men come in t1 3
introduce my brother, so you’ve plenty
of time."
Amid murmurs of excited anticipa ;
ticn Mrs. Treherne began,—— i
“It was an evening like this—darl
and dreary, with a thick, white fog '
But I’d better go back to the beginning
or you won’t understand. ‘We were liv
ing in I—Iighfordshire during the 1:15: -
years of my husband’s lifetime, and my
dream was to become an artist. In
sorry to say it has never been realized
"There was even at that time :-
school of painting near us at Tree
~leigh, and I soon found a lady artis'
willing to teach me the rudiments. A
drawback to complete happiness in my
newly—adopted vocation was the dis
tance between our house and this we
man’s studio, for Mr. Treherne, muCl
as he disliked my painting craze, as he
called it, objected to my being alone
about the roads still more; and I mus‘
admit they were uncommonly dark a1
guard not having turned up, to trudge
home in the mud alone.
“I have said that the roads could be
very dark, but I never knew them St
bad as they were on this ~rparticula1
evening. Lamps were few, even in the
villag., and the fog obscured such a:
there were. I felt very sorry for my
self on leaving the comparative illumi-
nation of the street for the utter black-
ness of the lonely road that lay be-
tween me and home.
’ “I wondered where the broughan
could be, and for once missed its com. .
iortable cushions, and the inspiriting
presence of our fat .coachman. The
fog penetrated eyes, nose and cars. It
blinded me and made me cough.
“‘Vv’ith difficulty, by aid of my um
brella and the palings, I was able tc
keep upon the apology for a sidewalk
though in places I literally had it
crawl along as best I could.
“Just at first there were people about
grown large and indistinguishable ii.
the mist. A boy passed me whistling
a popular air. I envied him his cour-
and would have liked to imitate
it. He passed on, and I felt more lone
ly than ever. The tree trunks loomed
like huge phantoms in the murky still
ness, and the whole world seemec‘
age,
before my husband in his capacity a.
magistrate, during the past month
Supposing one of them had noticed in)
watch or rings during a sitting? Th1
thought was appalling. .. -
“Footsteps behind me made my hear-
jump into my mouth, but they diet
away in the distance. I shuddered
stepped in a puddle up to my ankles
and, had I been a. man and not St
frightened, should undoubtedly have
used bad language.
“I had reached a hollow, the very
darkest part of the road where the fol.
lay thickest, when all at once I we»
conscious of a presence beside me. I.
was exactly as if the very mist had ta.
ken shape and put its arm round my
waist. The shock was so sudden that
for an instant, I felt as if struck by a
dagger. My tongue clave to the rec:
of my mouth, and how I didn’t faint
on therspot has always been a mystery
to me. _
“The spirit of the ng, or the high
wayman, kept a firm hold on me, bu1
did not change the direction of my foo1
steps. When the first intense fright gaVu
place to a sort of semi-consciousness, i
found myself being guided in a fashion
which gave me to understand that the
ghost, gypsy or garotter, whichever i1
might be, at least knew the road. I m I
longer stepped into puddles, or scratch
ed my hands in the hedges, but was as-
sisted along, apparently without an of.
fort.
“Why I did not cry out is the inex-
plicable thing. It was doubtless tha‘
first shock which had paralyzed my
tongue, yet I was being taken to some
lonely spot, there, I presumed, to b:
robbed or murdered, or both, by one
whom I .could recognize only as a
blurred shape, if indeed it was of this
world at all.
“And all this while terror kept me
dumb, while the thing neither relin
quished nor; tightened its grasp, so far
not a rough one, but held on the ever
tenor of its way up the bill which, un-
less fright had sent my wits wool—gath-
ering altogether, should lead, I knew
to our own avenue.
“Of course I was fully aware that
some terrible design was in the mind or
my ghostly companion, and feared les:
every moment should be my last. Still
with life. there was hope, though ]
specially dreaded the by—lane which
branched off toward the gypsy en
campment, and which we must pass
directly.
“Then a new, strange feeling crept
over me. I was dreamily conscious or
leaning heavily on the garrotter’s arm
and finding it a strong one, wondering
at the same time if this awful experi
once was the punishment of my diso-
bedience. How fervently I vowed that
if I got safely out of this scrape, 110th
'ing on earth would ever again tempt
me to risk my life after dark among
N1) _rt‘w A i. 7‘;
'knew.
\
murderous knife at my threat, the rob.
ber’s hand ‘riflin-g my dead body.
A. ,
.- ale
arm around me perceptibly tights .ed
its grip; my heart stopped hearing.
when a deep,,musical voice whispered
in my ear,— ~. ,
“'l‘here’really are footpads about, but
you have no reason to be frightened
All I want from you is one kiss to last
me my lifetime.”
“Before I could recover my senses
the highwayman 'had pressed his lips
to my cheek. The spell was broken, 1
opened my eyes with a. piercing shriek.
But he had vanished as siiently and
adroitly as he had come. All I saw
was the indistinct light of a lantern as
our lodge-keeper opened the gate and
hastened toward me.
“in a dazed kind of way I reached
the» house without further adventure
Who my assailant had been I never
I assumed him to be a gypsy
impertinently retaliating on me for
some of Mr. Trehern-e's judgments. The
voice was one I had never heard be-
fore, but so remarkable was its low
and peculiar quality, that I should rec-
ognize it again among thousands. ]
may add that my husband was so
vexed at my missing the carriage,
which had returned without me, and
also at my making a show of myself
by shrieking outside our own gate, that
I had to give up the school and my ar.
tistic dreams forever.” " .
The door opened, and following the
best, there entered a tall, good-look-
ing, sunburned man of about thirty-
five.
Mrs. Treherne, still immersed in her
reminiscences, was gazing at the fire
when her hostess’ voice aroused her,—
“Kitty, here is my brother, who is
(lying to be introduced to you. He has
only just returned from South Africa,
where he has been ever since he left
Treeleigh many years ago."
Mrs. Tr-eherne looked up with the
half—interested air of a. woman to
whom a stranger has just been present
ed. She held out her hand.
“Indeed,” she said, carele
you also know that little artis
we were just mentioning it."
“I thought no one ever remembered
Treeleigh but me, Mrs. :l‘rehernc. Ten
years ago I carried away from there a
memory that will last my lifetime."
This remark, innocent enough in it-
self, was uttered in a particularly deep
musical voice. Something quite unu
sual in its timbre arrest-3d the ratio-:1-
tion of everybody present, who, as it
impelled by a common impulse, looked
across at Mrs. Treherne, and it must be
admitted that that lady gave abundant
cause for curiosity. At the first sound
of the new c0mer’s voice she started vi-
olently, and star-ed at the owner there.
of with an expression of mute dismay.
She made an effort to speak, but with-
out success, and falling back in her
chair, covered her face with-her hands.
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re who PRETTY GALS
REASONS ulVEN wnv CHINAMEN AT-
TEND SUNDAY sol-1001., ‘
Naive Admissions of aLaundn-ymau Who
Appreciates Instruction—Foolish Love
of an American Glxll'or one of These
Pigtailed Heathen’s.
The marriage of a Chinaman to his
Sunday school teacher in New York
1ccently has caused many persons to
express very decided views about teach
ing the Chinese in our Sunday
schools. Many prominent ministers
and others are decidedly opposed to the
system of employing young girls ‘to
teach Chinamen. Those who have
:arefully investigated the subject say
that the Chinese care nothing for our
religion, and merely profess to do so
[or the sake of certain material advan-
tages gained. Among these are oppor-
"tunities for learning English, which to
them is a. valuable acquisition, and of
flirting with the young women who
teach them, and in the end marrying.
them. That they accomplish what they
set out to do is evident from the fact
that there are more than one hundred
Shinamen married to American women
in New York and Brooklyn.
‘-" At one of the recent Sunday school
entertainmentswhich was gotten up
for their benefit, one of the Chinamen
said to his friendz—“Idols no good.
Thrown ’em away. Melican man’s God
heap best.”
“Will you love Jesus?”
teacher of a new comer.
The heathen answered with jerky
gravity—“Me learnee speakee Ling«
lish fust; then me love J‘esus.”
“Lee, do you go to Sunday school?”
was the question asked yesterday of a.
laundryman.
“Yes, ebby Sunday,” was the laconic
answer after he had paused to artis-
tically spray a shirt with his mouth
full of water.
“How long have you gone?”
“Pletty near two years now,” was
Lee’s reply.
“How did you come to go?”
“Him Sing, he keep a. store on Pell
street. Him tell me, “You want good
place go Sunday?’ I tell him ‘Yes.’ He
say, ‘Velly good place in Fourteenth
street, and you can learn English; lots
of pletty girls. No cost anything. I
say, ‘All lite; me go.’ He take me. I
go see. Sing hab a nicee little teacher,
pletty girl. '
“My teacher heap ol . I think about
hundred years; she good woman,
though. She ask me my name, then
asked a,
,she say ‘Lee you be good Chinaman;
no do bad. You no play tan.’ I say,
Yes I no play.’ make me heap bad
luck. I lose that night. I no play no
more. By-m-by all over. I plomise to
him my cousin.’
i
“I say, ‘Sing, him nice girl.’ Sing
ray, ‘You bet; him heap good girl. I
think she like me velly much. I think’ .
she mally me if I no alleddy mallied in: r
China. You no tell her, though. ‘4’
“I plomised no tell. Sing and I go ;
many times, ebby Sunday. We go see ,
her house. Keep nice house; nice furna'
cher; cost lot. of money. Pletty girli
give Sing nice plesantsr-gol' watch l
some money besides. She like him
velly much. Las’ summer him Sunday,
school boss he say, ‘You Chinamen‘
have nice time here. You well tleatedf; <
now you boys tleat teachers well. You.
go catchem steamer; go down river.
Nice ’scursion. All lite; we go catch-
em steamer. Go long ride on river;
by-m—by we come to place. Nice
grounds. Have eat. Then some Chi-
namen go lowing in smallee boat. 1 go
swing teacher in big swing. Sing gm
in boat. Pletty soon I swing Sing’s
teacher. Nice girl. After while she
stop; she say, ‘Lee, you tell me some-
thing. ‘All li‘te,’ I Say. ‘You know
Sing,’ him teacher say. I say, ‘Yes;‘;
What you think,’ she
say; ‘him make good husband; good to
his wife, tleat her well?’ '
“I not think. I say, ‘Yes’m, him
make good husband;’ him send money
ebby month to wife in China.’ . ,
“ 'What! Him mallied alleddy?’ _she ‘
say, an’ she turn white alle same nice
clean shirt. ‘You tell um truth, Lee?’
‘Yes’m, I no tell lie; go bad place.
Ah Sing. him mallied and got tlee
child.’ She say, ‘You bad China boy,
:ou go way,’ an’ she fall back like dead.
1' get (lightened; go away and tell oth—
er teachers; bymby she all lite. She
no speak to Sing. Sing fin’ out, he
telly mad. He say ‘What you tell? I
L:ay, ‘Because him truth.’ -
“Nex’ Sunday Sing’s teacher no come
‘0 school. Sing heap mad again. Teach-
er never come again. Sing go to him
house. but she no see him. Sing no
speak to me now. Him no more go to-
school."
The ministers say the Chinese are
especially fond of women teachers.
When t‘re Chinesearrivcs in the Sun-
' lay schools they bow politely to their
Leachers. The teachers greet them
my eitusiwiy. and endeavor to make
hem feel :1: home.
At length the service begins. All the
_fhimuien are at their tables, each
vith his teacher, not uncommonly a.
aroung girl, by his side. After short re-
':gious ceremonies the English instruc—
=.1t1n begins, which is far the most im-
portant division from a Chinese point
.131 view. '1 he teacher and pupil sit
ride by side while the teacher unravels
1.113 mysteries of English for the bone-
f.t of her pupil. This arrangement has
een disapproved in many instances,
ad attempts have been made to seat
3,.cher and pupil on opposite sides of
1“ cable, but ‘this innovation was re—
.11? with unqualified disapproval,
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