Part 8 (1/2)

The words died on his tongue, and he nearly fell down from fright.

There, crossing their path in the sombre shades of the grove, was that terrible spectre with its ghastly face, measured step, and clotted hair.

It pa.s.sed into the deep recesses of the grove, while Drysdale watched it like a condemned criminal. As it moved out of sight, he fell to the ground like a dead man, and Andrews called for help. Mrs. Drysdale hurried up in great alarm, and took her husband's head in her lap, while Mrs. Potter chafed his hands and held her vinaigrette to his nostrils.

Mr. Andrews quickly called some negroes from the house, and they carried their unconscious master to his room. He was soon restored to his senses, but he was in a pitiable condition. The least sound made him start like a person in the _delirium tremens_, and he muttered to himself constantly. Finally he caught Andrews by the hand and said:

”Andrews, didn't you see that horrible ghost?”

”No, indeed; I saw no ghost,” replied Andrews. ”Did either of you see it?” he continued, turning to the ladies.

They both answered negatively.

”If there really had been such a thing we certainly should have seen it,” said Mrs. Potter.

”Well, I know that I saw it, and it is terrible to think that I should be the only one to whom this thing appears,” said Drysdale.

Andrews handed him a drink of brandy, which revived his strength a great deal, and he again began to talk about the ghost.

”I can't understand, Andrews, why you didn't see it,” he said; ”it pa.s.sed within fifty feet of us, and it was truly terrible.”

”It is certainly very strange,” replied Andrews. ”Here are three persons that did _not_ see it, yet you insist that you did. What did it look like? You have never yet described it to me.”

Drysdale made no reply, but a look of renewed dread came over his face, and he reached for more brandy, which was given him.

”It surely must be some disease of the brain,” said Mrs. Drysdale, tearfully, ”for he frequently imagines that he sees strange sights, and I am afraid to think what will happen. If he would only go to some watering-place, and put himself under the care of a reliable physician, he would soon get better.”

”The doctors can do me no good, my dear,” he said controlling himself by a great effort; ”do not be alarmed, but let me go to sleep for a while and I shall be better.”

Mr. Andrews and Mrs. Potter left the room in a few minutes, as Mr.

Drysdale evidently wished to be left alone. They had ample opportunity for consultation, and they decided that Green had better stay near by all night, to watch the house and the grove.

”If that is to be done,” said Mrs. Potter, ”I will go and put up a lunch which you can take to him, since if he is to remain out there all night, he will not be able to get anything to eat, and you know that a hungry ghost cannot do as well as one which is well fed.”

She soon prepared a large lunch, and added to it a small bottle of wine, which she gave to Andrews. He immediately hastened out to the grove, and found Green at a point where they had agreed to meet. He gave the food to Green, and told him to keep a close watch on the house all night; in case of anything occurring he was to tap on the window of Andrews' room, which was on the ground floor. Andrews then returned to the house, leaving Green to eat his lunch, drink his wine and keep watch.

The night was damp and warm, and the insects were particularly active, so that Green's duty was none of the pleasantest. The hours slipped wearily by until after midnight, when he saw a white figure emerge from the house and approach the little grove. He hastily gained an open spot where, in the bright starlight, he could be plainly seen, and, as Drysdale advanced, he slowly paced toward him. To Green's astonishment, Drysdale pa.s.sed within two feet of him without noticing his presence in any way; they pa.s.sed so close to each other that Green was forced to step to one side, yet Drysdale walked slowly on until he reached the grove. Here he walked around a moment or two and then returned to the house. Green immediately tapped on Andrews' window and related what had occurred. There being no new developments, Green returned to the wood where he had picketed his horse, and then rode back to Atkinson.

_CHAPTER VIII._

Friday morning Drysdale appeared at breakfast and tried to appear natural and at ease. He spoke of his peculiar hallucination, but his remarks were simply repet.i.tions of those he had frequently made before.

Andrews again requested him to describe the appearance of the spectre, but Drysdale seemed averse to continuing the conversation on that subject, and so it was dropped.

Immediately after dinner they started for Atkinson, the gentlemen on horseback, and the ladies in the carriage. As Andrews could offer no plausible excuse for detaining them, Mrs. Potter was obliged to try what she could do. By making two calls on acquaintances living along the road, she was enabled to keep back their arrival much later than Drysdale liked, though not late enough for her purpose. It was too early to have Green appear, as there were so many people traveling on the road that he might be seen by others and the trick exposed.

It was quite evident that Drysdale was in a miserable condition. He was sure that he had seen the ghost of George Gordon, and he was in a state of momentary dread and suspense. He had entertained thoughts of leaving the place, but he dared not. Like Eugene Aram, he pictured himself as continually haunted by the spirit of his victim, and he feared lest others should see it, and accuse him of the murder. His health failed rapidly; his form was emaciated, his cheeks hollow, his eyes haggard and sunken. It was clearly only a question of time how soon he confessed or went insane.

Green continued his night watches about the house, and again one night Drysdale pa.s.sed out to the creek and acted as before. This time, however, he had his clothes on, and as he pa.s.sed Green at arms length, it seemed almost incredible that he should have failed to see him. Green took particular pains to identify the exact spot where Drysdale had searched in the water, and he marked it carefully by placing a stone on each side of the bank opposite where Drysdale had stopped.