BOBBY AND JIMMY IN ENGLAND

Evening Post, Volume CXIV, Issue 122, 19 November 1932, Page 10

BOBBY AND JIMMY IN ENGLAND

(Part I of an Original Story by "P.E.IJT." for the Fairy Ring.)' TBDE- JPrestons had teen six weeks in England, and all wero thoroughly enjoying the holiday. • Every day they saw some now sight. Jimmy, ■ Bobby's small friend, was highly excited about everything ho saw, and Vrote letter after letter to his parents, tolling them what a Svonderful time Se Trie, having. The family had taken a flat in West Konsington, and nearly every morning they went for a walk in Hydo Park ajid watched the riders in Rotten Bow, Bobby, was eager to sco Princess Elizabeth, *»and oner-morning he was lucky enough to see her in a carriage with, her mirso, and he was greatly delighted. ; >. They went to sco St. Paul's Cathedral,■and Bobby and Jimmy stood looking with awe at the immense dome. "However did they build it?" asked Bobby. "Oh, it's easy," said Jimmy, and proceeded to explain at great length how his father had built the shed at the bottom of tho garden. "Oh, thatis silly," said Bobby scornfully. "Silly yourself !• It's not.'J • "Now, boys," said Mrs. Prestou sternly. "No more quarrelling, or. I shall take you both straight home." , At that threat the boys became sijent, and peace rcignod once more. On Bobby's seventh birthday, Mr. Preston decided to take tliom to sco tho famous old Caeii Castle, about thirty miles out of London. For this purpose he hired a motor-car, as he though t they could view tho country better than, if tliey rode in a train. i It was a beautiful^ day when tiicy set out. For many miles along tho road, hedges lined the fields, and fitirnis were peacefully nestling hero and there. The trees and grass looked fresh and green, for there had been a recent rainfall. They stopped for lefieshments at a wayside inn, which had a board hanging over (he window with "Ye Old Cottage," printed in rather faded letters. It was.a most exquisite old place, with little latticed windows. Over the door were red and, white climbing-roses, and in one corner under the window were some very 'pretty wallflowers and tulips. A very motherly-looking old soul placed-befoic them ginger-pop and home-made cakes. As they ate, Mr. Preston recoived a great deal of local history froni the old woman. "I suppose ye be going to see tho old castle, sir?" sho asked. "Well, yes we are," said Mr. Preston. "I have heard it is a fine old place." "A fine old place It be—bul ah!" and she shook her grey curls. "Yo don't want to be going there." "Why not?" laughed Mr. ■ Preston. "Is it haunted?" "Yes sir. A lady was muntleied thme twenty years ago to this veiy - flay. There was a great hue and cry after the murderer, but lie was never found. Got clean away he diifi, sir, and a sweeter woman ye wouldn't have found anywhere in -those parts." "And is this woman's ghost supposed to haunt this place?" "Yes, sir. Every year on. the day she i\as muidcrcd Lady Fortesquc's Spirit returns to tho castle." ( "Have you seen this ghost?" "No, sir, but I knows a'lot of people who have. So I don't adviso yo to go there." -■ • -■ ■ \•■ . ■ Then she began to cloiu- tho plates away; and so they all made hasto ito get into the car, as it was getting late. 1 "Ye're not going, are you, sir'?" sho sang out from the door "Yes," answered Mr. Prestou. "I should-likc "to meet this ghost." Then as they drove away ,tho old woman's voico rose ana plainly could be heard the words, as they were carried by.tho wind: "Yell be sorry! Yell be sorry!" (To Be Concluded.)