n the priest's dwelling by the church. But there
also the spectre followed him, nor could all the exorcisms of Father
Ingleman with 'candle, bell, and book,' avail to lay the disturbed
spirit.

"Philip Dubarry, half a maniac by this time, sent away the priest,
pulled down the priest's house, and took up his abode in the body of the
church itself, which was thenceforward deserted by all others. But here
also the spectre was supposed to have followed him. At length he
disappeared. No one knew whither he went. Some said that he had gathered
together his money and departed for a foreign country; others, that he
had drowned himself in the Black River, though his body never was found.
Some said that he had cast himself down headlong from some mountain
crest, and his bones were bleaching in some inaccessible ravine; while
others, again, did not hesitate to say that the devil had flown away
with him bodily.

"The fate of the last of the Dubarrys is unknown. The estate, unclaimed,
is held in abeyance. The house, burned to the ground, has never been
restored. The church, thereafter known as the Haunted Chapel, has
crumbled into the ruin that you see. And such, dear Sybil, is the story
of the 'Fall of the Dubarrys.'"

CHAPTER XXVII.

FEARFUL WAITING.

Still the wood is dim and lonely,
Still the plashing fountains play,
But the past with all its beauty,
Whither has it fled away?
Hark! the mournful echoes say,
Fled away!--A.A. PROCTOR.

"And the apparition that we both saw was like that of the gipsy girl in
the ghostly legend," said Sybil, musingly.

"Yes; in the matter of the red cloak--a very common garment, dear Sybil.
Such a resemblance reminds us of Paganini's portrait which the child
said was like him, 'about the fiddle,'" replied Lyon Berners, with an
effort towards pleasantry, which was very far indeed from his heart; for
he was oppressed with grief and dread. He was anxiously looking forward
to the arrival of Captain Pendleton; and fearing for the effect his
disclosures must have upon his beloved Sybil, who seemed still so
utterly unable to realize her position. She seemed almost satisfied now,
so that Lyon was near her, and she was the only object of his care. So
disengaged was her mind, at this hour, from all real appreciation of