All too soon, however, there
came a night when shriek upon shriek of ghastly terror rang in the ears
of the sleeping husband and wife, and brought them, with sick dread in
their hearts, hurrying to the room where their children lay.
"Mither! mither! oh mither! A lady! a lady!" gasped the sobbing
youngest boy, clinging convulsively to his mother.
"What is't, my bairn? There's never a lady here, my bonny boy. There's
nobody will harm ye."
But the terrified child would not be comforted. He had seen a lady, "a
braw lady, a' in white," who had come to his bedside and, sitting down,
had bent and kissed him; she "cried sore," the child said, and wrung her
hands, and told him that if he would but come with her she would make
him a rich man, she would show him where gold was buried in the castle;
and when the boy answered that he dare not go with her, she had stooped
to lift and carry him. Then he had cried out, and she had slipped from
the room just as his father and mother hurried in.
"Ye were dreamin', my bonny lamb," cried the mother; and the parents,
after a time, succeeded in calming the child and in getting him again to
fall asleep. Night after night, however, as long as the boy remained in
that room, this scene was re-enacted; the same terror-stricken screams,
the same hurried rush of the parents, the same frightened tale from the
quivering lips of the child.
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