And presently, a little after midnight, the wind arose with a sigh and a moan, that seemed like the voice of some denizen of that graveyard, waking from his death-sleep, to walk the earth at night. Susan covered her head and held her breath. Then half-suffocating, she uncovered it, and looked out. There were the ghostly tombstones gleaming dimly under the clouded sky. “Oh, my goodness alive! I shall go crazy if I stay here!” cried Susan, rising up into a sitting posture and throwing the bed-clothes off her. She peered cautiously toward the window pane and looked out. This position gave her a much more extensive view than she had before possessed. But after the first glance, Susan fell back with a half-suppressed scream, and buried her face in the bed-clothes. She had seen the form of a white-robed, graceful, female figure moving slowly up and down among the tombstones! Her eyes were blinded by the blankets pressed around them, yet she could not shut out the vision of that white-robed, beautiful form with its flowing black hair, and clasped hands. Susan’s first impulse was to fly to her lady’s room and rouse her; but terror had deprived her of the use of her limbs, and so she lay shuddering and helpless. Presently she remembered the Almighty Protector, and fell to praying. Now, it is certain that the sincere prayer of a simple, faithful soul, is the antidote for all fear; and in praying, the wild throbs of the girl’s heart subsided. And with returning calmness came the power of motion, and the first impulse of seeking her lady’s presence and protection; but then arose the generous thought of not disturbing her rest. And forming a resolution of self-restraint and patience, Susan recommended herself to the care of Heaven, and ventured once more to creep to the side of the bed and look toward the window. The spectral form had disappeared, and with a sigh of relief, Susan sank back upon her pillow. The reaction of so great a nervous excitement produced its natural effects, and Susan sank into the deep sleep of exhaustion. The broad light of morning falling full upon her face awoke her. She started on seeing herself in a strange bed and room, and for some moments could not recollect how she came there; but when memory returned, she arose at once, feeling how heavily and how long she must have slept, and how late it must be. She hurried on her clothes and went softly across the hall to the room of her mistress, whom she found apparently sleeping. Then she returned and entered the kitchen. No sooner had her footfall sounded on the plank floor than a knock at the back door arrested her attention. She went and opened it, to find old Amphy there with a pail of water, waiting. “De Lors, child! how late you—dem does get up, my patience alive! Here I’s bin t’ree times to de door, and dis time I jis sots myse’f down to wait—ef it’s all day! But I do spose how you was tired.” “Yes, very tired! come in.”