"THE GHOST OF NIGHTINGALE BOWER."
Time passed very pleasantly for
Ronald. He spent his leizure time
hunting, fishing, and in visiting his
old friends and neighbors; there were
many things for him to do besides, on
account of his long absence.
But he often thought of the girl
whom he had seen at the nightingale's
bower. He ventured by the dreary
mansion often with the hope of seeing
her, and went again and again to the
spot where the nightingale sung, but
all in vain. No one had seen her save
himself, and it seemed impossible for
him to see her again.
"I think I'll go away," he said to
himself at length, "this ysterv wor
ries me," and next morning h blocked
"Aunt Jane" with the announcement.
"Why, Ronnie!" she exclaimed in
distress, "going away? I was so in
hopes you had come to - tayand would
soon bring a bride home to cheer my
declining years." ,
Miss Jane Leigh, Ronald's aunt,
was a comely old lady of perhaps fifty,
pleasant faced and gentle. She had
been almost like a mother to the early
orphaned boy and he loved and highly
respected "Aunt Jane.
Ronald smiled and told her perhaps
he would bring a bride home soon.
"The nightingales sang unusually
sweet last night, Ronnie," Aunt Jane
remarked at length, "and the house
keeper says their bower is haunted."
WThy does she think so?" Ronald
inquired, all attention now.
"Because," Aunt Jane went on plac
idly, "there's a figure seen there con
stantly the figure of a young girl, and
always in white.
"But that does not prove this figure
to have been a ghost" said Ronald who
understood perfectly who Aunt Jane s
"ghost," was and resolved to visit the
spot again himself.
