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The Red Lady

The Red Lady

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THE RED LADY

By Katharine Newlin Burt

Houghton Mifflin Company

1920



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CONTENTS

THE RED LADY

CHAPTER I—HOW I CAME TO THE PINES

CHAPTER II—SOMETHING IN THE HOUSE

CHAPTER III—MARY

CHAPTER IV—PAUL DABNEY

CHAPTER V—"NOT IN THE DAYTIME, MA'AM"

CHAPTER VI—A STRAND OF RED-GOLD HAIR

CHAPTER VII—THE RUSSIAN BOOK-SHELVES

CHAPTER VIII. A DANGEROUS GAME

CHAPTER IX—MAIDA

CHAPTER X—THE SWAMP

CHAPTER XI—THE SPIDER

CHAPTER XII—NOT REG'LAR

CHAPTER XIII—THE SPIDER BITES

CHAPTER XIV—MY FIRST MOVE

CHAPTER XV—THE SECRET OF THE KITCHEN CLOSET

CHAPTER XVI—THE WITCH OF THE WALL

CHAPTER XVIII—THE LAST VICTIM

CHAPTER XIX—SKANE'S CLEVEREST MAN








THE RED LADY








CHAPTER I—HOW I CAME TO THE PINES

IT is the discomfort of the thing which comes back upon me, I believe, most forcibly. Of course it was horrible, too, emphatically horrible, but the prolonged, sustained, baffling discomfort of my position is what has left the mark. The growing suspicion, the uncanny circumstances, my long knowledge of that presence: it is all extraordinary, not least, the part I somehow managed to play.

I was housekeeper at the time for little Mrs. Brane. How I had come to be her housekeeper might have served to forewarn me, if I had had the clue. None but an inexperienced, desperate girl would have taken the position after the fashion in which I was urged to take it. I remember the raw, colorless day, and how it made me shiver to face its bitter grayness as I came out of the dismal New York boardinghouse to begin my dreary, mortifying search for work. I remember the hollowness of purse and stomach; and the dullness of head. I even remember wondering that hair like mine, so conspiculously golden-red, could possibly keep its flame under such conditions. And halfway down the block, how very well I remember the decent-looking, black-clad woman who touched my arm, looked me hard in the face, and said, "A message for you, madam."

She got away so quickly that I had n't opened the blank envelope before she was round the corner and out of sight.

The envelope contained a slip of white paper on which was neatly printed in pen and ink: "Excellent position vacant at The Pines, Pine Cone, N.C. Mrs. Theodore Brane wants housekeeper. Apply at once."

This was not signed at all. I thought: "Some one is thinking kindly of me, after all. Some oldtime friend of my father's, perhaps, has sent a servant to me with this message." I returned to my third-story back hall-bedroom and wrote at once, offering my services and sending my references to Mrs. Brane. Two days later, during which my other efforts to find a position entirely failed, there came a letter on good note-paper in a light, sloping hand.

The Pines

My dear Miss Gale:

I shall be delighted to try you as housekeeper. I think you will find the place satisfactory. It is a small household, and your duties will be light, though I am very much out of health and must necessarily leave every detail of management to you. I want you to take your meals with me. I shall be glad of your companionship. The salary is forty dollars a month.

Sincerely yours

Edna Worthington Brane

And to my delight she enclosed the first month's salary in advance. I wonder if many such checks are blistered with tears. Mine was, when I cashed it at the bank at the corner, where my landlady, suddenly gracious, made me known.

Three days later, I was on my way to "The Pines."

The country, more and more flat and sandy, with stunted pines and negro huts, with shabby patches of corn and potatoes, was

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