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LOST MAN'S LANE.

By ANNA KATHARINE QREEN.

fCopyrigrht, 1897, by Anna Ii. Rohlfs.l

The horse which had brought us thus far at a pretty sharp trot now began to lag as we drew into town, taking up so much of Mr. Simsbury's attention that he forgot to answer even by a grunt more than half of my questions. Ho spent most of his time looking at the nag's hind feet, and finally, just as we came in sight of the stores, he found his tongue sufficiently to announce that the horse was casting a shoo and that he would be obliged to go to the blacksmith's with her. "Humph, and how long will that take?" I asked.

He hesitated so long, rubbing his nose with his finger, that I grew suspicious and cast a glance at the horse's foot myself. The shoe was loose. I began to hear it clang. "Waal, it may be a matter of a couplu of hours," he finally drawled. "We haye no blacksmith in town, and the ride up there is two miles. Sorry it happened, ma'am, but there's shops hero, you see, and I've' allers heard that a woman can easily spend two hours haggling away in shops."

I glanced at the two ill furnished windows he pointed out, thought of Arnold & Constable's, Tiffany's and the other New York establishments I had been in the habit of visiting and suppressed my disdain. Either the man was a fool or he was acting a part in the interests of Lucetta and her family. I rather inclined to the latter supposition. If the plan was to keep me out most of the morning, why could that shoe not have been loosened before he left the stable?

I made all necessary purchases while in New York," said I, "but if you must get the horse shod, why, tak^ him off and do it. I suppose there is a hotel parlor ne«r here where I can sit.'' "Oh, yes," and ho made liasto to point out to me where the hotel stood. "And it's a very nico place, ma'am. Mrs. Carter, the landlady, is the nicest sort of person. Only you won't try to go home, ma'am, on foot? You'll wait till I can come back l'or you." "It isn't likely I'll go streaking through Lost Man's lane alone," I exclaimed indignantly. "I'd rather sit in Mrs. Carter's parlor till night." "And 1 would adviso you to," he said. "No uso making gossip for the village folks. They havo enough to talk about as it is.

Not exactly seeing the force of this reasoning, but quite willing, seeing that he had no intention of taking mo back at once, that he should leave me to my own devices as soon as possible, I pointed to a locksmith's shop I saw near by and bado him put me down there.

With a sniff I might have interpreted in any way, he drove up to the spot pointed out and awkwardly assisted to alight. "Trunk key missing?" ho ventured before getting back into his seat. 1 did not think it necessary to answer him, but walked immediately into the shop I thought he looked dissatisfied at this, but whatever were his feelings he mounted presently to his place and drove off. I was left confronting the decent man who represented the lock fitting interests in X.

I fcuud some difficulty iu broaching my errand. Finally I said: "Miss Knollys, who lives up tho road over there, wishes a key fitted to one of her doors. Will you come or send up there today? She was too occupied to see about it herself.''

Tho man must have l^en struck by my appearance, for he .-tared at ino quite curiously for a minute. Then ho gave a hem and a haw and said: "Certainly. What kind of a door is it?" When I had answered, ho gave me another curious glance and seemed uneasy to step back to whero hia assistant was working with a file. "You will be sure to come in time to havo the lock fitted by night," I said in that peremptory manner of mine which means simply, "I attend to things when and where I promise and expect you to do the same."

His "Certainly" struck me as a little weaker this time, possibly because hia curiosity was excited. "Are you the lady who is staying with them from New York?" he asked, stepping back, seemingly quite unawed by my positive demeanor. "Yes," said I, thawing a trifle "I am Miss Butterworth."

He looked at me almost as if I were a curiosity. "And did you sleep there," lie urged, "last night?" "I thought it best to thaw still more. "Of course, I said. "Where do you think I would sleep? The young ladies are friends of mine."

He rapped abstractedly on the counter with a small key he was holding, "Excuse me," said he, with somo remembrance of my position toward him as a stranger, "but weren't you afraid?" "Afraid?" I echoed. "Afraid in Mis) Knollys' house?" "Why, then, do you want a key to your door?" he asked, with a slight appearance of excitement. "Wodoii't lock doors hero in the village at least wo didn't." "I did not say it was my door," I Le-' gan but, feeling that this wasa prevari-1 cation not only unworthy of me, but one that he was entirely too sharp to iccept, I added stiffly: "It is for my door. I am not accustomed even at home to sleep with my room unlocked." "Oh," he murmured, totally unconvinced, "I thought you might havo got a scare. Folks somehow uro afraid of that old place, it's so big and ghostlike. I don't think you would line! any ono in I this village that would sleep there all night." I "A pleasing preparation for my rest^ there tonight," I grimly laughed. "Dangers on tho road and ghosts in'

tne nouse. Happily 1 don't believe in the latter." The gesture ho made showed incredulity. He had ceased rapping with the key or even to show any wish to join his assistant. All his thoughts for tho moment seemed to be concentrated on me. "You don't know litrtlo Rob," he inquired, "the crippled lad who lives at the head of tho lane.'' "No," I said "I haven't been in town a day yet, but I mean to know ilob and his sister too. Two cripples in ono family rouse my interest."

He did not say why ho had spoken of him, but began'tapping with his key again. "And you are sure you saw nothing?" he whispered. "Lots of things can happen in a lonely road liko that. "Not if everybody is as afraid to enter it as you say your villagers are," I retorted.

But he didn't yield a jot. "Some folks don't mind present dangers," said he. "Spirits"—

But ho received no encouragement in his return to this topic. "You don't believe in spirits?" said he. "Well, they are doubtful sort of folks, but when honest and respectable people such as live in this town, when children even, see what answers to nothing but phantoms, then I remember what a wiser man than any of us once said— But perhaps you don't read Shakespeare, madam?"

Nonplused for the moment, but interested in the man's talk more than was consistent with my need of haste, I said with some spirit, for it struck me as very ridiculous that this country mechanio should question my knowledge of the greatest dramatist of all time, "Shakespeare and the Bible form the staple of my reading." At which ho gave me a little nod of apology and hastened to remark: "Tnen you Know wnat mean—Jtiamlet's remark to Horatio, madam, 'There are more things,' etc. Your memory

"HE FELT THE HAIR RISE ON HIS FOREHEAD" Will stmcKiy sUjipiy you itJj tn.- uro a. I signified my satisfaction ana perfect comprehension of his meaning, and feeling that something more important lay behind his words than had yet appeared I endeavored to make him speak more explicitly. I "The Misses Knollys show no terror! of their home," 1 observed. "They cannot believe in spirits either. "Miss Knollys is a woman of a great deal of character, said he. "But look at Lucetta.

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is a face for you, for

a girl not yet out of her twenties, and such a round cheeked lass as she was once! Nov.- what has mado the change: The sights and sounds of that old house, I I say. Nothing else would give her that scared look—nothing merely mortal, 1 moan.''

This was going a step too far. I could not discuss Lne.. ttu with this stranger, much as would like to have known just what, he had to say about her. "1 don't know," 1 remonstrated, talc-1 ing up my black satin bag, without which 1 novev stir. "One would think' tho terrors rhe lane she lives in might account jor some appearance of fear on her part." "los," said he-, !,«t with no very hearty admittance, "r-o it might. LuV Lucetta. has never spoken of tia.se dangers. Tho people the I -.no do not seem to fear them at all It, is we outsider's who don't know what to make oi the thing. Even Deacon Spear says that, set aside the wickedness of the thing, he rather enjoys the quiet which tho ill repute of the lane gives him. I don't understand this myself. I have no relish for mystories like tha-fc or for ghosts either." "You won't forgtt the key," I said, preparing to walk out, in my dread lest ho would introduce again.tho subject oi Lucetta. "No," said ho, "1 won't forget it." But there was someihyig not Tjuitci hearty in his voice which should havo warned mo that I need not expect to have a locked door that night.

CHAPTl.i-l XII.

Tine PHANTOM CAUKJAGE.

Well, I am getting on famously, thought I. Ghosts added to the ot-he? complications. ""Vhat could the fellow have meant? If I had pressed him, he would have told me, bin it did not seem quite a lady's business to pick up information this way, especially when it Eoemed likely to involve Lucetta. Yet did I think I would ever come to tho

end of this without involving Lucetta? My good sense said "No." Why, then, had my instinct triumphed for tho nonce? Let those who understand the workiugs eif tho human heart answer. I am simply stating facts.

Gliosis! Somehow tho word startled me, as if in some way it gave a rather unwelcrnie. confirmation to my doubts. Apparitions seen in the Knoilys mansion or in any of tho houses bordering on this lane! That would bo serious, how serious seemed to be hut half comprehended bv this nam. But I comprehended if ai,d wondered if it was gossip like this whit li had caused Air. Ciryce to indues mo to visit this house as a guest. 1 was (ii (Re street to tho hotel as 1 idni .'.(i in these conjectures, and intent my r..i\:d was upon them I could imt lu:t r.'.ie the curiosity and interest whit ii p:vY-iy i.- excited in tho simple e: r.in..ry foil i'.m are invariably to be lev:::.^ i.'am::'.: about a country tavern Lioect',. th« \vi:.-.le neighborhood seef- -i r.rttg, s-r.d tVtiigh 1 would have thought- i! r.ry to mv dignity to notice tho fact 1 could not but see how many laces were peering at me from store doors and tho half closed blinds of adjoining cottages. No young girl in the pride of her beauty could have awakened moro interest-, and I attributed it, as was no doubt right, not to my appearance, which would not perhaps be apt to strike these simple villagers as remarkable, or to my dress, which ia rather rich than fashionable, but to tlm fact that I was a stranger in town and, what was more extraordinary, a gueBt oi the Knollys.

My intention in approaching the hotel was not to spend a couple of dreary hours in the parlor with Mrs. Carter, as Mr. Simsbury had suggested, but to obtain if possible a conveyance to carry me immediately back to the Knollyn mansion. But this, which would have been a simnle matter in most towns.

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seemed wt ii" nigh fin impossibility in X. Tho landlord was away, and Mrs. Carter, who was very frank with me, told mo that she not only did not dare, but would fmd it perfectly useless, to ask ono of tho men to drive me through that lane. "It's an unwholesome spot," saiel she, "and only Mr. Carter and the police have tho courage to brave it."

I suggested that I was willing to pay well, but it sc-c-med to mako very little difference with her. Money won't hire them," said she, and I had tho satisfaction of knowing that Lucetta had triumphed in her plan and that I must sit out tho morning after all in the precincts of the hotel parlor with Mrs. Carter.

It was my first signal defeat, but 1 was determined to make tho best of it, and if possible glean such knowledge from tho talk of this woman aa would help mo to pluck out victory from it. She was only too ready to talk, and the first tnpic was little Rob.

I saw the moment I mentioned his name that I was introducing a subject that had already been well talked over by every eager gossip in tho village. lle-r attitude of importance, the air of mystery she assumed, were preparations I had long been accustomed to in women, of this kind, and I was not at all Surprised when she announced in a way tlxar. admitted of no dispute: "Oh. there's no wonder the child is sick. We would bo sick under the circumstances. lie has seen tho phantom carriage."

The phantom carriage 1 So that, was .what tho locksmith meant. A phantom carriage! I had heard of every kind of phantom but that. Somehow tho idea was a thrilling one or would have been to a nature less practical than mine. "I don't know what yon mean," said I. "Some superstition of the place? I never heard of a ghostly appearance oi that nature before." "No, I expect not. It belongs to us. I never heard of it beyoDd these mountains. Indeed, I have never known it to havo been seen but upon ono road. I need not mention it, madam. You can guess perhaps what I mean."

Yes, I could guess, and tho guessing made mo set my lips a little grimly. "Tell mo moro about this thing," I half laughed, half spoke. "It ouglat to bo of some interest, to me."

She nodded, drew her chair a triflo nearer, and impetuously began: "You see this is a very old town. It has its ancient country houses liko tho one you are now living in, and it has

its early traditions. One is that a carriage periecny noiseless, drawn Dy horses through which you can see the moonlight, haunts tho high road at intervals and flies through tho gloomy forest road wo have christened of late years Lost Man's lauo. It is a superstition possibly, but you cannot find many families in town but believe in it as a fact, for thore is not an old man or woman in tho plaeo but has either seen it in tho past or has had some relative who has seen it. It, passes only at night aud is thought to presage some disaster to tho ono who sees it. My husband's uncle died the next morning after it H.*w by him on tho highway. Fortunately years elapse sometimes between its going and ce,ming again, it, is ten years, I think they say, sineo it was seen last. Poor little Rob! It lias frightoucd him almost out of his wits. "I should think so," I cried with becoming credulity. "But how came he to seo it? .1 thought you said it uiuy passed at night." "At, midnight,she repeated. "But

Rob, you see, is a nervous lad, and night before last ho was so restless he could not sleep, so he begged to bo put iu the window to cool off. This his mother did, and ho sat tliero for a good half hour alone, looking out at tho moonlight. As his mother is an economical woman thero was no candle lit in tho room, so ho got his pleasure out of the shadows which tho great trees mado on tho highroad till suddenly—you ought to hear tho little fellow tell it—he felt tho hair rise on his forehead and all hia body grow stiff with a terror that mad« bis tongue liko lead In his mouth. A something a thing he would havo called a horse and carriage in tho daytime, but which in this light and under the influenco of the mortal terror he was iu took on a distorted shape which made it unliko any team he was accustomed to—was going by, not as if being driven over the earth and stones of the road, though there was a driver in front, a driver with an odd thrco cornered hat on his head and a cloak about his shoulders, such as ho remembered as having seen hanging in his grandmother's closet, but as if it floated along without sound or stir—in fact, a specter team which seemed to find its proper destination when it tinned in Lost Man's lane and was lost among tho shadows of that ill reputed road." "P-haw," was my spirited comment as she paused to take her breath and See how I was affected by this grewsomo talc. "A dream of tho poor little lad! Ho had heard stories of this apparition and his imagination supplied the rest." "No excuse me, madam, but this is the very point of tho tale, lie had been carefully kept from hearing any such stories, having enough to do to bear his own troubles without that. You could sco this was true by the way ho told about, it. lie hardly believed what he had seen himself. It was not till some foolish neighbor blurted out, "Why, that, was the phantom carriage," that ho had any idea ho was not relating anything but dream.

My second pshaw. .\Vas no less marked than the first. "He did know about it notwithstanding," I insisted. "Only Le had forgotten tho fact. Sleep supplies us with these lost memories. We remember then what may never recur to us in the daytime." cry true, and you might, bo right, Miss Butterworth, if ho had been tho only ono to seo this apparition. But Widow .Trnkins saw if, too, and she is a woman to bo believed."

This was becoming serious. "Saw it before or saw it after?" I asked. "Does sho live on tho highway or somewhere in Lost Man's lane?" "She lives on the highway about a half mile from tho station. She was up with her sick husband and saw it just as it was going down the hill. Sho stud it made no moro noise than a cloud slipping by. Sho expects to lose old Iiause. No one could seo such a thing as that, she says, and not have some misfortune follow."

I laid all this up in my mind. My hour of waiting was not likely to provd wholly unprofitable. "\ousee," the good woman went on, with a polish for tho marvelous that stood mo in good stead, "there is an old tradition of that road connected with a carriage. Years ago, before any of us were born and tho house where you aro was a gathering place for till the gay young bloods of tho county, a young man came np from New York to visit Mr. Knollys. I do not mean tho father or even the {-randfather of tho folks you aro vi.-:iti :g, ma'am, lie was greatgrandfather to Lucetta, and a very fine gontieiuan if you can trust tho pictures that aro le£i of him. Bui my story has nol to do with him. Lo had daughter at that time, a widow of great and sparkling attractions, and though she was older than tho young man I havo mentioned every ono thought it. would be a match, she was so handsome and such an heiress. "But lie failed to pay his court to her, and though he was handsome bin self and made a fool of more than on girl in the town every ono thought he would go as ho had come, a free hear: bachelor, when suddenly one night a horse and carriago wero found lacking from the stables, and ho was found lack-' ing, too, and, what was worse, the y(juii widow's daughter, a chit who was bare-' ly 15 and without a hundredth part of! tho beauty of her mother. Love and an elopement only could account for this, for in those days young ladies did not ride with gentlemen in the evening fori pleasure, and \yhen it, came to tho old gentleman's ears, and, what was worse, canio to the mother's, thero was a coin-! motion in that heaiso tho echoes of which somo say have never died out, I Though tho pipers were playing and the fiddles wero squeaking in tho great! room where they used to dance the night! away, Mrs. Knollys, with her white bro-! cado tucked up about her waist, steed with her hand on the great front door, waiting for the horse upon which sho Was determined to follow him. Tho fa-: ther, who was a man of SO.years, stood!

by'lier side, no was too old to ride himself, but ho never sought to hold her back, though tho jewels wero tumbling from her hair and the moon had vanished from tho liieliwav. 'I will bring her back or die,' the passionate beauty oxclaimcd, and not a lip thero said her nay, for they saw what no man or woman had been able to seo up to that moment, that her very lifo and soul wero wrapped up in the man who had stolen away her daughter and that it, would bo death in lifo for lier to live with tho knowledge that she had given him a wifo of her blood who was not herself. "Shrill went tho pipes, squeak t^nd hum went tho fiddles, but tho sound that was sweetest to her was tho pound of the horse's hoofs on tho road in front. That was music to her indeed, and as soon as sho heard it sho bestowed Clio wild kiss on her father and bounded from tho house. An instant and she \tes gouo. Ono flash of her white robe at Che gate, then all was dark on fcho highway, and only the old father stood in that wide open door, waiting, us ho vowed ho would wait, till his daughter returned. "She had not gono alone. A faithful groom was behind hor, and from him was learned the conclusion of that quest. For an hour and a half they rode then they came upon a chapel in the mountains iu which wero burning unwonted lights. At tho sight the lady drew rein and almost fell from ber horse into tho arms of her lackey. 'A marriago,' sho murmured, 'a marriage, and pointed to a carriage standing iu the shadow of a wide spreading tree. It was their family carriage. How woll sho knew it. Rousing herself, she mado for tho chapel door. 'I will stop it,' sho cried. 'I am her mother, and I have tho right.' But tho laokey drew her back by her rich white dress. 'Look!' ho cried, pointing in at one af the windows, and sho looked. The mfui sho loved stood beforo tho altar wiih lier daughter. Ho was looking in that daughter's faco, and his look showed a passionate devotion. It went liko a dagger to her heart. Crushing hor hands against her faco, sho wailed out some fearful protest then sho dashed towaixl tho door with 'Stop! Stop!' on her lips. But. tho faithful lackey at lier side drew her back oncomore. 'Listen!' wan now his word, and sho listened. The minister whoso form sho had failed to seo in her first hurried look was uttering his benediction. Sho had come too late. The young couple wero married. "lb servant said, for so tho tradition survives, that when sho saw thin she grew (aim as walking death in an instant. Ala Ling her way into tho chapel, she siuod ready at the door to greet them as they issued forth, and when they raw her there, saw tho rich bedraggled iMi,e and ihe gleam of jewels on a neck site had not even stopped to envelop iu more than the veil from her hair, he seemed to see whet ho had elono and stopped the lii'ide, who in lier confusion would have Keel back to tin) altar where she had just been mado a wife. 'Knee!!' he cried. 'Kneel, Aniarynth! Only thus can we ask pardon of our mother.' .But, at th.it word, that word which seemed to push her a million miles away from these two beings, w'.mj but two hours before had been tho dearest beings on earth to her, tho unhappy woman gave a cry told tied from tlnjir presence. 'Go! Co!'wero her parting words. 'As you havo chosen, continue. But let no touguo call ir.o mother! Henceforth I am mother to no ono.' "They found her lying the grass outside. As sho could no longer suslaiu herself on a horse they put her into tho carriage, gave the. reins to her devoted lackey and themselves rodo off on horseback. Ono man, tho fellow who had driven them to that place, said that the clock struck 12 from tho chapel tower as tho carriago turned away #nd began its rapid journey homo. That may bo so and it may be not. We only know that its apparition enters Lost Man's Jano at nearly 1, always at nearly 1, tho hour at which tho real carriago canto back and stopped beforo Mr. Knollys' gate. And now for the worst, Miss Butterworth. When tho old gentleman went down to the carriage from the door, where ho had stood without movement ever since sho started after tho lovers, it was to find the lackey in front tuid his daughter sitting all alone in Ihe carriage. But the soil on the white brocaded folds cf her white dress was no longer that of n:ud only. Site had stabbed Irtselt to the heart with a bnukin she wore in la la ir, end it was a corpse which the taiiM'ul iKgro had been driving down the highways that night."

Iain net a seulii .!e::ti woman, but th -. (hu.- toM gave', me a thrill I ia. not l. jiv,., I it .illy regret experieij( ing. "A..i.tt this nnhaitpy -mother's i1 a'hed "Lnc"t,a. was tho unexpected aud none too reassuring answer.

TO HK CONTINUKD.

JTow Iliiokraptoy Strikes Maori. A Maori chief, who lost £40 through

a white storekeeper going through the Bankruptcy court, has given the following lucid exposition of this particular branch of British jurisprudence: "The pakeha (white man) who wants to become pakarapti (insolvent) gees into business and gets lots of goods, and does not pay for them. He then gets all the money he can together, say £2,000, and puts all of it. except £5, away where no one can find it. With the £5 he goes to a judge of the court and tells him lie wants to become pakarapu. The judge then calls all the lawyers together, likewise all the men to whom the pakeha owes money, and he. says: "This man is pakarapu, but he wishes to give you all tjiat he has got, and so he has asked me to divide this £5 among you all." The judge thereupon gives the lawyers £4 and the remaining £1 to the other men. Then the pakeha goes home.—London Chronicle.

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