Famous
Irish Ghost Stories
by Mairtin O'GriofaThe
Dead Smile
Francis Marion Crawford
Sir Hugh
Ockram smiled as he sat by the open window of his
study, in the late August afternoon, and just
then a curiously yellow cloud obscured the low
sun, and the clear summer light turned lurid, as
if it had been suddenly poisoned and polluted by
the foul vapors of a plague. Sir Hugh's face
seemed, at best, to be made of fine parchment
drawn skin-tight over a wooden mask, in which two
eyes were sunk out of sight, and peered from far
within through crevices under the slanting,
wrinkled lids, alive and watchful like two toads
in their holes, side by side and exactly alike.
But as the light changed, then a little yellow
glare flashed in each. Nurse Macdonald said once
that when Sir Hugh smiled he saw the faces of two
women in helltwo dead women he had
betrayed. (Nurse Macdonald was a hundred years
old.) And the smile widened, stretching the pale
lips across the discolored teeth in an expression
of profound self-satisfaction, blended with the
most unforgiving hatred and contempt for the
human soul. The hideous disease of which he was
dying had touched his brain. His son stood beside
him, tall, white, and delicate as an angel in a
primitive picture, and though there was deep
distress in his violet eyes as he looked at his
father's face, he felt the shadow of that
sickening smile stealing across his own lips and
parting them and drawing them against his will.
And it was like a bad dream, for he tried not to
smile and smiled the more. Beside him, strangely
like him in her wan, angelic beauty, with the
same shadowy golden hair, the same sad violet
eyes, the same luminously pale face, Evelyn
Warburton rested one hand upon his arm. And as
she looked into her uncle's eyes, and could not
turn her own away, she knew that the deathly
smile was hovering on her own red lips, drawing
them tightly across her little teeth, while two
bright tears ran down her cheeks to her mouth,
and dropped from the upper to the lower lip while
she smiledand the smile was like the shadow
of death and the seal of damnation upon her pure,
young face.
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