With heavy heart and feet I passed through the bosky grove to my once happy home.
I had not been there half an hour when Belle arrived. She had come by the morning train, and had nothing with her but a little hand-bag. I looked at her in astonishment.
"Infatuated girl," I cried, "could you not stay away from here three days?"
"I am glad you said that," she answered, taking a seat; "for now I think I am right in suspecting what was on your mind. I ran away from Madeline to see if I could find out what was at the bottom of this dreadful trouble between you. She told me what you said, and I don't believe you ever used those words to Pegram. And now I want to ask you one question. Had I, in any way, any thing to do with this?"
"No," said I, "not directly." And then emboldened by circumstances, I added: "But that secret visitor or friend of yours had much to do with it."
"I thought that might be so," she answered; "and now, George, I want to tell you something, I am afraid it will shock you very much."
"I have had so much to shock me lately that I can stand almost any thing now."
"Well then, it is this," she said. "That person whom I saw sometimes, and whom you once found under my window, is a ghost."
"Did you know that?" I cried. "I knew it was a ghost, but did not imagine that you had any suspicion of it."
"Why, yes," she answered, "I saw through him
