THE PILLION LADY.

It was on a beautiful night in the middle of summer that Humphrey

Dobson, after having transacted a day's business at Garstang market,

and passed some mirthful hours with a number of jovial young fellows

in the best parlour of the Ffrances Arms, with its oak furniture and

peacock feathers, mounted his steady-going mare, and set off for home.

He had got some distance from the little town, and was rapidly nearing

a point where the road crossed a stream said to be haunted by the

spirit of a female who had been murdered many years back; and although

the moon was shining brightly, and the lonely rider could see far

before him, there was one dark spot overshadowed by trees a little in

advance which Humphrey feared to reach. He felt a thrill of terror as

he suddenly remembered the many strange stories told of the headless

woman whose sole occupation and delight seemed to be that of

terrifying travellers; but, with a brave endeavour to laugh off his

fears, he urged his horse forward, and attempted to troll forth the

burden of an old song:--

'He rode and he rode till he came to the dooar,

And Nell came t' oppen it, as she'd done afooar:

"Come, get off thy horse," she to him did say,

"An' put it i'th' stable, an' give it some hay."'

It would not do, however; and suddenly he put spurs to the mare and

galloped towards the little bridge. No sooner did the horse's hoofs

ring upon the stones than Humphrey heard a weird and unearthly laugh

from beneath the arch, and, as the animal snorted and bounded forward,

the young fellow felt an icy arm glide round his waist and a light

pressure against his back. Drops of perspiration fell from his brow,

and his heart throbbed wildly, but he did not dare to look behind lest

his worst fears should be verified, and he should behold 'th' boggart

o'th' bruk.'

As though conscious of its ghastly burden, the old mare ran as she

never had run before; the hedgerows and trees seemed to fly past,

while sparks streamed from the flints in the road, and in an

incredibly short space of time the farm-house was reached.

Instinctively, Humphrey tried to guide the mare into the yard, but his

efforts were powerless, for the terrified animal had got the bit in

her teeth, and away she sped past the gateway.

As the rider was thus borne away, another sepulchral laugh broke the

silence, but this time it sounded so close to the horseman's ear that

he involuntarily looked round.

He found that the figure, one of whose arms was twined round his

waist, was not the headless being of whom he had heard so many fearful

narratives, but another and a still more terrible one, for, grinning

in a dainty little hood, and almost touching his face, there was a

ghastly skull, with eyeless sockets, and teeth gleaming white in the

clear moonlight.

Petrified by fear, he could not turn his head away, and, as the mare

bore him rapidly along, ever and anon a horrid derisive laugh sounded

in his ears as for a moment the teeth parted and then closed with a

sudden snap. Terrified as he was, however, he noticed that the arm

which encircled his body gradually tightened around him, and putting

down his hand to grasp it he found it was that of a fleshless

skeleton.

How long he rode thus embraced by a spectre he knew not, but it seemed

an age.

Suddenly, however, as at a turn in the road the horse stumbled and

fell, Humphrey, utterly unprepared for any such occurrence, was thrown

over the animal's head and stunned by the fall.

When he recovered full consciousness it was daybreak. The sun was

rising, the birds were singing in the branching foliage overhead, and

the old mare was quietly grazing at a distance. With great difficulty,

for he was faint through loss of blood, and lame, he got home and told

his story. There were several stout men about the farm who professed

to disbelieve it, and pretended to laugh at the idea of a skeleton

horsewoman, who, without saying with your leave or by your leave, had

ridden pillion with the young master, but it was somewhat remarkable

that none of them afterwards could be induced to cross the bridge over

the haunted stream after 'th' edge o' dark.'

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