Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715. William Harrison Ainsworth

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XI.—A MYSTERIOUS OCCURRENCE IN THE CHAPEL.

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      Anna Webb submitted unrepiningly to the penance enjoined by Father Norham. She remained in her own room, and was not distracted by a visit either from her mother, or Dorothy. Some refreshments were brought her by a female servant, but they were untouched. Several hours were thus passed in solitude and prayer, and night had come on. She wondered when the priest would come, according to his promise, to take her to the chapel.

      At length, he appeared, and desired her to follow him. Wishing to avoid the servants, who were crowded in the great hall, he led her down a back staircase to a small room on the ground floor, where he obtained a lantern. In another minute, they had crossed the court, and reached the door of the chapel.

      The little structure, it has been said, was screened by trees, and the place was so dark, it would have been difficult to find the door, save with the lantern's aid.

      A slight shiver ran through Anna's frame as she entered the building, but she attributed the feeling to the damp atmosphere. Meanwhile, Father Norham had lighted a couple of tapers at the altar, and their feeble glimmer enabled her to survey the place.

      Its simplicity and diminutive size pleased her, and reassured her. Knowing she would have to remain there alone till midnight, she might have felt some misgivings had the room been large and sombre. Fortunately, she was not aware that there was a vault beneath, in which rested the earl's ancestors. Marble tablets were on the walls, but she did not read them.

      After an exhortation, to which she listened devoutly, the priest withdrew. Thus left alone, she knelt down at the altar, and was soon engrossed in prayer.

      For awhile she continued thus employed, but at length a feeling of drowsiness came over her, which she found it impossible to resist.

      How long she slept she could not tell, but when she awoke the place was buried in darkness.

      What had happened while she slumbered? And how came the tapers to be extinguished?

      Very much alarmed, she started to her feet, and somehow—though she scarcely knew how—made her way to the door.

      It was fastened. Father Norham must have locked it when he went out

      She was thus to be kept in that dreadful place—for dreadful it now seemed to her—till his return at midnight.

      She could not guess the hour, but she might have to wait long—very long! Moments seemed ages now. Her terror was insupportable.

      Just then she heard the castle clock, and counted the strokes.

      Eleven! Another agonising hour had to be borne!—another hour!—when five minutes had been intolerable!

      Rendered desperate by terror, she went back to the altar, and kneeling down once more, prayed for deliverance.

      Becoming somewhat calmer, she felt ashamed of her weakness, and tried to persuade herself that the tapers might have gone out by accident. The notion gave her momentary courage.

      But her fears returned with greater force than before as she heard a deep sigh, seemingly proceeding from some one close beside her, and she fancied she discerned a dusky figure.

      “Who is there?” she cried. “Is it you holy father?”

      No answer was returned, but a slight sound was heard, and the figure seemed to retreat.

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