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the story of the ha’nt.”

      “I’m not scared,” asserted Norma, “but somehow, a ha’nt sounds so much worse than a haunt. Doesn’t it, now?”

      “It sure does,” agreed Braye. “A ha’nt is concrete, while a haunt is abstract.”

      “Good!” and Hardwick nodded approval. “Now, I suggest that we look around a bit, get the general lay of the house and then all go to bed early. A good night’s sleep will put our nerves and muscles in condition again. I’m delighted with the place, and I foresee a first-class vacation ahead of us.”

      “I wish it was behind us, and we were just starting for home,” murmured Milly, but Eve reprimanded her.

      “Don’t be a spoilsport! I like the place too, Professor, and I’m going to investigate a little. What room is this?”

      Eve’s graceful figure crossed the great square hall, where they were all standing about, and paused at the closed door of a room just at the right hand as one entered the house.

      “Why, it’s locked!” she exclaimed. “That won’t do, Mr. Stebbins! This whole domain is ours, now, you know. Open this door, please.”

      Eve wore the light gray skirt of her travelling costume, and a thin sheer white silk blouse, whose V’d neck fell away from her long, slender throat. Her hand on the door knob, she suddenly turned her strange beryl eyes toward Stebbins, her face turning whiter and her thin lips redder as she gazed.

      “This is the room—isn’t it?” she breathed, and her hand slowly fell from the knob and hung loosely at her side.

      “Yes, ma’am,” replied Stebbins, stolidly. “How’d you know?”

      “How could I help knowing!” and Eve’s voice rang out like a clarion. “I see it! I see it all!”

      She rushed across the hall and fell trembling on a settee. Tracy flew to her side, and took her hand.

      “There, there, Miss Carnforth, brace up! We’re all right here. Nothing can hurt you.”

      “Beats all how she knew!” muttered Stebbins. “You see that’s the room——”

      A cry from Milly stirred Landon to action.

      “Drop it, Stebbins,” he said, and took a step toward him. “None of that to-night. We do want your haunted house, but the long journey up here, and your confounded negligence in the matter of lights and servants and general good will, has got on the ladies’ nerves. Beat it now, to the kitchen, or wherever your quarters are, but you stay here to-night and be ready to report in the morning. You hear me?”

      “Yes, sir,” and shrugging his shoulders, the man disappeared among the shadows in the back of the hall.

      The great main hall was so large that the lights they had were all insufficient for illumination. There seemed to be innumerable doors and openings of side corridors, also a second staircase, far behind the main one.

      “Here’s a good-looking room, let’s go in here,” said Tracy, stepping through some old, faded draperies to the room on the left of the hall as one entered the house.

      Hardwick followed, and the others with lamps and candles pushed in. It was a large, dignified apartment, evidently a parlour or ballroom of the old mansion. The furniture was of old, carved rosewood, its upholstery worn, but fairly decent. Oil portraits were on the walls and massive ornaments of imitation bronze stood about, showing white here and there where the coating was chipped off.

      Yellowish onyx vases graced the mantels, and the windows were hung with heavy rep curtains which, however, veiled no lighter ones.

      “Ghastly!” cried Norma.

      “What do you mean by ghastly?” began the Professor, and Tracy laughed.

      “She didn’t mean it at all, Professor,” he said, “Miss Cameron meant to say hideous. Now, don’t ask me what I mean by hideous, just look at the interior decorations here and draw your own conclusions as to my meaning. But though not to be called æsthetic, this furniture is fairly comfy. The springs of this sofa are intact,—come sit by my side, little darling.” This last to Vernie, who was wide-eyed and alert, lapping up these strange, new impressions.

      “All right,” and she flung herself down beside him. “You’re a real comfort, Mr. Tracy,—you’re so,—so—unministerial!”

      “Thank you, my child. One needn’t carry one’s pulpit voice into social life.”

      “Oh, I don’t mean you do or say anything that a man of your calling oughtn’t to, but you’re so nice about it.”

      “I think so too,” chattered Milly, “I do think a clergyman with a sense of humour makes a fine combination.”

      The mental atmosphere gradually lightened and when Landon suggested they all retire, it was a composed and merry hearted group that obeyed the summons.

      When twelve sonorous strokes boomed from the tall clock in the upper hall, the men beneath the roof of Black Aspens were all sleeping more or less soundly.

      Milly, with only occasional little quivering shudders, slumbered in Landon’s arms. Vernie slept with the sound dreamless sleep of youth.

      But Eve and Norma were wide awake, and unable to close their eyes.

      In adjoining rooms, the communicating door ajar, they could hear one another toss restlessly, but they said no words.

      Norma’s blue eyes were wide open, her thoughts rambling over the strange surroundings in which she found herself, and her mind leaping forward, speculating on what might happen.

      Eve, her long, glittering eyes half closed, listened for any sound; her nerves alert, her thoughts darting from material things to the supernatural, every muscle tense with a nameless apprehension.

      More hours were rung out by the old clock, and at last dawn began to creep in at the deep narrow windows of the old house.

      With a shrug and a stretch Vernie awoke. Drowsily, in the half light she tried to make out her surroundings, and then, suddenly remembering where she was, she dove her head under her blanket, in a quick rush of fear. Then curiosity conquered, and she came to the surface again, and looked about. The light, growing gradually stronger, showed the appointments of the room, the ugly old four-poster bedstead, of light wood,—apple or hickory,—the heavy rep lambrequins, that seemed to be a feature of the house, and the scantily appointed dresser, on which, the night before, she had set her extinguished candle.

      Shadows still lurked in the corners of the room, still hung round the draperies and furniture, yet through the gloom Vernie saw something that made her eyes stare and her flesh creep. Clenching her hands till her sharp nails bit into her palms, she gave a shriek that rang through the silent house.

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