Famous Modern Ghost Stories eBook

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“It was your face that I saw,” Allan solemnly told her—­oh, how different he had grown from the Allan that I had known!—­“and yours is the only face that I shall ever see.”  And again he drew her to him.

She sprang from him.  “You are defying her, Allan!” she cried.  “And you must not.  It is her right to keep us apart, if she wishes.  It must be as she insists.  I shall go, as I told you.  And, Allan, I beg of you, leave me the courage to do as she demands!”

They stood facing each other in the deep dusk, and the wounds that I had dealt them gaped red and accusing.  “We must pity her,” Theresa had said.  And as I remembered that extraordinary speech, and saw the agony in her face, and the greater agony in Allan’s, there came the great irreparable cleavage between mortality and me.  In a swift, merciful flame the last of my mortal emotions—­gross and tenacious they must have been—­was consumed.  My cold grasp of Allan loosened and a new unearthly love of him bloomed in my heart.

I was now, however, in a difficulty with which my experience in the newer state was scarcely sufficient to deal.  How could I make it plain to Allan and Theresa that I wished to bring them together, to heal the wounds that I had made?

Pityingly, remorsefully, I lingered near them all that night and the next day.  And by that time had brought myself to the point of a great determination.  In the little time that was left, before Theresa should be gone and Allan bereft and desolate, I saw the one way that lay open to me to convince them of my acquiescence in their destiny.

In the deepest darkness and silence of the next night I made a greater effort than it will ever be necessary for me to make again.  When they think of me, Allan and Theresa, I pray now that they will recall what I did that night, and that my thousand frustrations and selfishnesses may shrivel and be blown from their indulgent memories.

Yet the following morning, as she had planned, Theresa appeared at breakfast dressed for her journey.  Above in her room there were the sounds of departure.  They spoke little during the brief meal, but when it was ended Allan said: 

“Theresa, there is half an hour before you go.  Will you come upstairs with me?  I had a dream that I must tell you of.”

“Allan!” She looked at him, frightened, but went with him.  “It was of Frances you dreamed,” she said, quietly, as they entered the library together.

“Did I say it was a dream?  But I was awake—­thoroughly awake.  I had not been sleeping well, and I heard, twice, the striking of the clock.  And as I lay there, looking out at the stars, and thinking—­thinking of you, Theresa,—­she came to me, stood there before me, in my room.  It was no sheeted specter, you understand; it was Frances, literally she.  In some inexplicable fashion I seemed to be aware that she wanted to make me know something, and I waited, watching her face.  After a few moments it came.  She did not speak, precisely.  That is, I am sure I heard no sound.  Yet the words that came from her were definite enough.  She said:  ’Don’t let Theresa leave you.  Take her and keep her.’  Then she went away.  Was that a dream?”

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