I had come to have a superstitious feeling that his silences were portentous.

It was not until I stopped to open the gate into our own home lane, that he suddenly burst out with the question: "Where do the Mathers people live ?" "A couple of miles farther down the pike--they have no connection whatever with the business, and don't know a thing about it." "Ah--perhaps not.

Would it be too late to drive over to-night ?" "Yes," said I, "it would." "Oh, very well," said he, good-humoredly.

"There'll be time enough in the morning." I let this pass without comment, but on one thing I was resolved; and that was that Polly Mathers should never fall into Terry's clutches.
"There are a lot of questions I want to ask about your ghost, but I'll wait till I get my bearings--and my dinner," he added with a laugh.
"There wasn't any dining car on that train, and I breakfasted early and omitted lunch." "Here we are," I said, as we came in sight of the house.

"The cook is expecting us." "So that is the Gaylord house is it?
A fine old place! When was it built ?" "About 1830, I imagine." "Let me see, Sheridan rode up the Shenandoah Valley and burned everything in sight.