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A Night-Piece

           Theyexpecthimtobejustashewaswhentheylefthim,andtheyareeasilybewildered,andsearchforhimfromroomtoroom,andhatetheunknownboyhehasbecome.Poor,passionatesouls,theymayevendohimaninjury.Thesearetheghoststhatgowailingaboutoldhouses,andfoolishwildstoriesareinventedtoexplainwhatisallsopatheticandsimple.Iknowofamanwho,afterwanderingfar,returnedtohisearlyhometopasstheeveningofhisdaysinit,andsometimesfromhischairbythefirehesawthedooropensoftlyandawoman’sfaceappear.Shealwayslookedathimveryvindictively,andthenvanished.Strangethingshappenedinthishouse.Windowswereopenedinthenight.Thecurtainsofhisbedweresetfireto.Asteponthestairwasloosened.Thecoveringofanoldwellinacorridorwherehewalkedwascunninglyremoved.Andwhenhefellillthewrongpotionwasputintheglassbyhisbedside,andhedied.Howcouldtheprettyyoungmotherknowthatthisgrizzledinterloperwasthechildofwhomshewasinsearch?

           Allournotionsaboutghostsarewrong.Itisnothingsopettyaslostwillsordeedsofviolencethatbringsthemback,andwearenotnearlysoafraidofthemastheyareofus.

           Onebyonethelightsofthestreetwentout,butstillalampburnedsteadilyinthelittlewindowacrosstheway.Iknownothowithappened,whetherIhadcrossedfirsttohimorhetome,but,afterbeingforalongtimeastheechoofeachother’ssteps,weweretogethernow.

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