There was, moreover, a footman in attendance, who sprung to his place after the ladies had alighted, and rode off to the stables.
"Am I dreaming ?" said I to myself, as I kept on my way, after witnessing this new incident in the series of strange events that were half-bewildering me.

But it was in vain that I rubbed my eyes; I could not wake up to a different reality.
It was late when I got home from my round of calls, and found tea awaiting my arrival.
"Any one been here ?" I asked--my usual question.
"No one.' The answer pleased me for I had many things on my mind, and I wished to have a good long evening with my wife.

Baby Mary and Louis were asleep: but we had the sweet, gentle face of Agnes, our first born, to brighten the meal-time.

After she was in dream-land, guarded by the loving angels who watch with children in sleep, and Constance was through with her household cares for the evening, I came into the sitting-room from my office, and taking the large rocking-chair, leaned my head back, mind and body enjoying a sense of rest and comfort.
"You are not the only one," said my wife, looking up from the basket of work through which she had been searching for some article, "who noticed lights in the Allen House last evening." "Who else saw them ?" I asked.
"Mrs.Dean says she heard two or three people say that the house was lit up all over--a perfect illumination." "Stories lose nothing in being re-told.

The illumination was confined to the room in which Captain Allen died.