Our Next-Door Neighbors

n a lantern from the kitchen to light our path. Rob and Beth kept behind Miss Frayne and myself, and in spite of the wildness of the weather, he was evidently pleading his suit, for now and then above the roar of the wind, I heard his ardent voice. Apparently Beth had not yet given him any encouragement. Going down the lane my lantern underwent a total eclipse, so we had a Jordan- like road to travel. Miss Frayne was quite impervious to unfavorable conditions, as it was a matter of bread and butter to her, she said, and she was accustomed to braving worse storms than this, and anyway she hadn't come here for a summer picnic. When we came into the grove it was so dark, I lost my bearings. "Why didn't we bring a flashlight?" asked Beth. "There were none at the hotel," I told her. "I know some boys," said Rob with a little laugh, "who would have lent us one ? maybe." Fortunately we were well provided with safety matches and after striking a box or so, we gained the open. A rise of ground hid the house, but when we climbed to the top, the ghost loomed up ghastlier than ever. I felt the business-like Miss Frayne start and shiver as a little scream escaped her. I didn't wonder. Even I, knowing that it was an illusion and a snare, felt my flesh creeping as I looked at the ghastly thing in the window. Every now and then according to schedule a light flashed from the windows below. And then came the blood-curdling sounds ? whimpers and groans ...