CHAPTER XXVII.
INSANE BESSIE.
Blanche Elsworth was seated in her sanctum, as she called her room. It was neatly papered, and carpeted, and withal presented a very homelike appearance.
Her pen was flying rapidly over the white paper, and her thoughts were far away from the surrounding scenes, when she was called back to real life by a wild silvery laugh, and a shrill scream in which she recognized the voice of Mrs. Morris.
“Well, upon my soul,” said she, as she opened the door without as much as a rap, and appearing with a white, scared face; “you jest oughter come downstairs.”
“What is the matter?” Miss Elsworth asked, in alarm.
“Oh, I’ve seen a ghost, as sure as the world, and if you don’t believe it you can come down and see for yourself.”
Miss Elsworth arose and followed Mrs. Morris downstairs.
“You’ll have to go ahead, for I jest can’t get up the pluck to go myself,” said Mrs. Morris as they reached the foot of the stairs.
Miss Elsworth opened the outer door, as she stepped 200 into the hall. Then she went to the sitting-room, and into the kitchen, and finally the entire house was searched. Mrs. Morris following close to her at every step.
“Oh, I know I seen one,” said Mrs. Morris.