Weiser Book of Horror and the Occult by Lon Milo DuQuette

Author:Lon Milo DuQuette
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781609259709
Publisher: Red Wheel Weiser
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

II

When I entered my garden I saw Môme sprawling on the stone door-step. He eyed me sideways and flopped his tail.

“Are you not mortified, you idiot dog?” I said, looking about the upper windows for Lys.

Môme rolled over on his back and raised one deprecating forepaw, as though to ward off calamity.

“Don't act as though I was in the habit of beating you to death,” I said, disgusted. I had never in my life raised whip to the brute. “But you are a fool dog,” I continued. “No, you needn't come to be babied and wept over; Lys can do that, if she insists, but I am ashamed of you, and you can go to the devil.”

Môme slunk off into the house, and I followed, mounting directly to my wife's boudoir. It was empty.

“Where has she gone?” I said, looking hard at Môme, who had followed me. “Oh! I see you don't know. Don't pretend you do. Come off that lounge! Do you think Lys wants tan-colored hairs all over her lounge?”

I rang the bell for Catherine and Fine, but they didn't know where “madame” had gone; so I went into my room, bathed, exchanged my somewhat grimy shooting clothes for a suit of warm, soft knicker-bockers, and, after lingering some extra moments over my toilet—for I was particular, now that I had married Lys—I went down to the garden and took a chair out under the fig-trees.

“Where can she be?” I wondered, Môme came sneaking out to be comforted, and I forgave him for Lys's sake, whereupon he frisked.

“You bounding cur,” said I, “now what on earth started you off across the moor? If you do it again I'll push you along with a charge of dust shot.”

As yet I had scarcely dared think about the ghastly hallucination of which I had been a victim, but now I faced it squarely, flushing a little with mortification at the thought of my hasty retreat from the gravel pit.

“To think,” I said aloud, “that those old woman's tales of Max Fortin and Le Bihan should have actually made me see what didn't exist at all! I lost my nerve like a schoolboy in a dark bedroom.” For I knew now that I had mistaken a round stone for a skull each time, and had pushed a couple of big pebbles into the pit instead of the skull itself.

“By jingo!” said I, “I'm nervous; my liver must be in a devil of a condition if I see such things when I'm awake! Lys will know what to give me.”

I felt mortified and irritated and sulky, and thought disgustedly of Le Bihan and Max Fortin.

But after a while I ceased speculating, dismissed the mayor, the chemist, and the skull from my mind, and smoked pensively, watching the sun low dipping in the western ocean. As the twilight fell for a moment over ocean and moorland, a wistful, restless happiness filled my heart, the happiness that all men know—all men who have loved.

Slowly the purple mist crept out over the sea; the cliffs darkened; the forest was shrouded.

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