The Allen House; Or, Twenty Years Ago and NowArthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay)
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The Allen House; Or, Twenty Years Ago and Now
Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay)
American fiction -- 19th century; Conduct of life -- Fiction
“As I just said,” she continued, “she has seemed like one possessed of
an evil spirit. In no way could we soften or conciliate her. Her conduct
resembled more nearly that of some fierce wild beast whose den was
invaded, than that of a human being. She would hold no friendly
intercourse with us, and if we met at any time, or in any part of the
house, she would fix her keen black eyes upon us, with an expression
that sent a shudder to the heart. My daughter scarcely dared venture
from her room. She so dreaded to meet her. Twice, as she flew past me,
in her restless wanderings over the house, muttering to herself, I heard
her say, as she struck her clenched hand in the air, 'I can do it again,
and I will!'”
A cold chill crept over me, for I remembered the death of Captain Allen;
and this was like a confirmation of what I had feared as to foul play.
“There is no trusting one wholly or even partially insane. So we were
always on our guard. Not once, but many times during the few nights
we have spent here, have we heard the door of our chamber tried after
midnight. It was plain to us that it was not safe to live in this way,
and so we had come to the reluctant conclusion that personal restraint
must be secured. The question as to how this could best be done we had
not yet decided, when death unraveled the difficulty.”
The speaker ceased at this part of her narrative, and lifting from
the table a small bell, rung it. A maid entered. I had never seen her
before.
“Tell Jackson that I want him.”
The girl curtsied respectfully, and withdrew.
Nothing more was said, until a man, whom I recognized at a glance to be
a regularly trained English servant, presented himself.
“Jackson,” said the lady, “I wish you to relate exactly, what occurred
just previously to, and at the time of Mrs. Allen's death.”
The man looked bewildered for a moment or two; but soon recovering
himself, answered without hesitation.
“Hit 'appened just in this way, ma'am. I was a comin' hup stairs, when
I met the hold lady a tearin' down like a mad cat. She looked kind o'
awful. I never saw anybody out of an 'ospital look that way in all my
life before. She 'eld an hiron poker in 'er 'and. As my young lady--”
and he looked towards Blanche--“was in the 'all, I didn't think it safe
for 'er if I let the hold woman go down. So I just stood in 'er way, and
put my harms across the stairs so”--stretching his arms out. “My! but
'ow she did fire up! She stood almost a minute, and then sprung on me as
if she was a tiger. But I was the strongest, and 'olding 'er in my harms
like as I would a mad kitten, I carried 'er hup to 'er room, put 'er
hin, and shut the door. My young lady saw it hall, for she followed
right hup after me.”
He looked towards Blanche.
“Just as it occurred,” she said, in a low, sweet fluttering voice.
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