re Mr. Goodwin and Mrs. Goodwin resided,
and, having been informed on this point, he immediately passed to the
farmer's house where they lodged.

Now, it so happened that there was a neat garden attached to the house,
in which was an arbor of willows where Miss Goodwin was in the habit of
sitting, and amusing herself by the perusal of a book. It contained an
arm-chair, in which she frequently reclined, sometimes after the slight
exertion of walking; it also happened that she occasionally fell
asleep. There were two modes of approach to the farmer's house--one by
the ordinary pathway, and another much shorter, which led by a gate that
opened into the garden. By this last the guide who pointed out the house
to Woodward directed him to proceed, and he did so. On passing through,
his eye caught the summer house, and he saw at a glance that Alice
Goodwin was there, and asleep. She was, indeed, asleep, but it was
a troubled sleep, for the demon gaze of the terrible eye which she
dreaded, and which had almost blasted her out of life, she imagined was
one more fixed upon her. Woodward approached with a stealthy step, and
saw that, even although asleep, she was deeply agitated, as was evident
by her moanings. He contemplated her features for a brief space.

"Ah," he said to himself, "I have done my work. Although beautiful, the
stamp of death is upon her. One last gaze and it will all be over. I am
before her in her dream. My eye is upon her in her morbid and diseased
imagination, but what will the consequence be when she awakens and finds
it upon her in reality?"

As those thoughts passed through his mind, she gave a scream, and
exclaimed,--

"O, take him away! take him away! he is killing me!" and as she uttered
the words she awoke.

Now, thought he, to secure my twelve hundred a year; now, for one
glance, with the power of hell in its blighting influence, and all is
over; my twelve hundred is safe to me and mine forever.

On awakening from her terrible dream, the first object that presented
itself to her was the fixed gaze of that terrific eye. It was now
wrought up to such a concentration of malignity as surpassed all that
even her imagination had ever formed of it. Fixed--diabolical in its
aspect, and steady as fate itself--it poured upon the weak and alarmed
girl such a flood of venomous and prostrating influence that her shrieks
were too feeble to reach the house when calling for assistance. She
seemed to have been