Pepper

: The House On The Borderland

I was seated in my chair, back again in this old study. My glance

wandered 'round the room. For a minute, it had a strange, quivery

appearance--unreal and unsubstantial. This disappeared, and I saw that

nothing was altered in any way. I looked toward the end window--the

blind was up.



I rose to my feet, shakily. As I did so, a slight noise, in the

direction of the door, attracted my attention. I glanced to
ard it. For

a short instant, it appeared to me that it was being closed, gently. I

stared, and saw that I must have been mistaken--it seemed closely shut.



With a succession of efforts, I trod my way to the window, and looked

out. The sun was just rising, lighting up the tangled wilderness of

gardens. For, perhaps, a minute, I stood, and stared. I passed my hand,

confusedly, across my forehead.



Presently, amid the chaos of my senses, a sudden thought came to me; I

turned, quickly, and called to Pepper. There was no answer, and I

stumbled across the room, in a quick access of fear. As I went, I tried

to frame his name; but my lips were numb. I reached the table, and

stooped down to him, with a catching at my heart. He was lying in the

shadow of the table, and I had not been able to see him, distinctly,

from the window. Now, as I stooped, I took my breath, shortly. There was

no Pepper; instead, I was reaching toward an elongated, little heap of

grey, ashlike dust....



I must have remained, in that half-stooped position, for some minutes.

I was dazed--stunned. Pepper had really passed into the land of shadows.



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