, he is very dangerous. You must stay with me
to-night."

"Your eyes are wide open, and as bright as stars! You are not sleepy at
all," said the girl gazing upon Sybil's excited face.

"How can I be, when I slept so long to-day, and when I have so much to
occupy my thoughts besides?" sighed Sybil.

"Do you wish to sleep?"

"Indeed I do; to sleep and forget."

"Here then," said the girl taking a full bag from a corner and drawing
over it a clean pillow-case. "Here is a sack of dried hop-leaves. It is
as soft as down, and soporific as opium. Put this under your head and
you will find it to be a magic cushion that will convey you at once to
the land of Nod."

Sybil took her advice and soon grew calm, and soon after lost all
consciousness of her troubles in a deep repose, which lasted until
morning.

The glinting of the sun's rays through the crevices in the cave, and the
sparkling of the stalactites on the walls, first awakened Sybil. She saw
that her hostess was already up and dressed; but had not left the cave.
She was in truth setting the place in order after her own toilet, and,
laying out fresh towels for that of her guest.

Sybil watched her in silence some time, and then spoke:

"I have been with you twenty-four hours, and yet do not know your name.
Will you never tell it to me?"

"Yes, my name is Gentiliska; but you may call me Iska."

"Iska? Gentiliska? Where have I heard that singular name before?"
inquired Sybil of herself; for in fact so many startling incidents had
happened to her lately, that her mind was rather confused. She reflected
a moment before she could recall the idea of the Gipsy girl, in the
legend of the "Haunted Chapel." She turned and gazed at her hostess with
renewed interest. A superstitious thrill ran through her frame. Yes;
here were all the points of resemblance between this strange being and
the spectral girl of the story! Here were the Gipsy features, the long
black elf-locks, the jet black eyes, and arch eye-brows depressed
towards the nose and lifted towards the temple, the elfish expression,
the manner, the dress, the very name itself!

"Why do you look at me so strangely?" inquired the girl.

"Gentiliska!" repeated Sybil, as in a dream.

"Yes, that's it! Most of the girls of my race have borne it; but my
great-grandmother was the last before me."

"Your great-grandmother?" echoed Sybil still as in a dream.

"Yes; she had no daughter or granddaughter, else they also