The Transferred Ghost -- By Frank R. Stockton
A Dinner-Party -- By John Eddy
A Martyr To Science -- By Mary Putnam Jacobi, M. D.
The Mount of Sorrow -- By Harriet Prescott Spofford
Mrs. Knollys -- By J. S. of Dale, Author of “Guerndale”
Sister Silvia -- By Mary Agnes Tincker
so far as I can judge, the lady seems disposed to listen to you favorably; that is, if she ever intends to do so. There is no knowing when John Hinckman will go away again; certainly not this summer. If I were in your place, I should never dare to make love to Hinckman's niece if he were anywhere about the place. If he should catch any one offering himself to Miss Madeline, he would then be a terrible man to encounter."
I agreed perfectly to all this.
"I cannot bear to think of him!" I ejaculated aloud.
"Think of whom?" asked Madeline, turning quickly toward me.
Here was an awkward situation. The long speech of the ghost, to which Madeline paid no attention, but which I heard with perfect distinctness, had made me forget myself.
It was necessary to explain quickly. Of course, it would not do to admit that it was of her dear uncle that I was speaking; and so I mentioned hastily the first name I thought of.
"Mr. Vilars," I said.
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