Eastern times., 1854-09-28

After few minutes Of hreathless suspense,
his loud hurried knock was answered. by the
landlord, who, th-usting his head out Of the
garret window, demanded, in no very gentle
tone, the cause of such an unreasonable attack
upon his door.
1t is I, Lowther-it is Richard Lethwaite;
get up and let me in directly
Ah! ah | thought how it would end, ;
said the landlord, as he descended to unbar the
door; and he called up ahe groom to relieve
his guest Of his tired horse.
The ghost has driven you back faster than
you went. This is to disbeieve honest folks.
Why, man, what have you seen! You look like
one just risen from the dead
| fear have sent one to dwell with the
dead little before his time,' said Lethwaie,
drinking off the glass of brandy proffered to
him by his host, at a drought. i have shot
the ghost-whether man or devil, it was not
proof against powder and bali. | am more
distressed at this event than if had encouu-
tered all the hosts of hell, with Satan himself
to back them. Call up your people; for | can
no longer 60 alone to that Internal spot-and
let us examine and identify the corps.'
1t was daylight before Lowther could per-
suade any Of his servants or neighbOrs 10 ac-
company him and Mr.. Lethwnite to the lane
ghost; but as 10 killing it, that was a sort Of
waking night-mare-something too incredible
even for the supernatural wonders of dream.
Many were the questions put to Lethwaite
by the little band of men; but he walked on
silently aud thonghtfnlly, without speaking a
word to any.
Why did you not call up the big butcher,
Lowtherr said one Of the party. 10 any
case of danger that man is host in himself
have great doubts as to his courage said
Lowther, drily. He is great bully, and
these wordy men are all froih; they make a
great noise, but are very slow in action. If
Mr.. Lethwaite has killed the ghost, big Wat
would be of small service to US, as the danger
is already past
Killed The ghostp said the first speaker,
with a sneer who ever heard Of mortal man
killing a ghostl it is not in flesh and blood to
do that
But suppose the ghost was man. said
Lelhwaite-' suppose il was the big butcher Of
Kendall himself
Now, God forbid y said several voices at
once the man is devil, but not bad enough
to turn ghost
We shall soon know said Lethwaite 'at
the bottom Of this hill the riddle will be solved.
They had now reached the brow Of the
steep hill. The sun was just rising above The
distant mountains; and his first beams glanced
upon the tree tops, without penetrating the
gloomy recess which still lay buried in dense
shadow.
Slowly, and with evident signs of fear, the
little party wound down The HILL One man
tried to hum tune, another to- whistle: while
a third talked very loudly about his own cour-
age in reality, possessing very little but all
endeavored TO disspate the fear to which they
invOluntarily became the prey, as they ap-
preached the dreaded spot.
Leathwaite, who had fingered behind, now
walked briskly forward and headed the party.
A dark, indIstinct mass lay huddled up n the
centre Of the narrow road All drew back;
Lethwaite stepped up to it and remained sta
tionary, beckoning with his hand for the others
TO advance. They did so, but what was the
surprise and astonishment of all, to find in the
supposed spectre, the dead and bleeding form
of Wat Robinson, wrapped up in the hide of
bull; his naked arms bare, and a club smeared
with phosphorus still grasped in his stiffened
hand.
He deserved his DEATH, said Lowther,
looking down upon his ghastly corpse. 1T
was a cruel thing of him to adopt this hideous
disguise, in order to frighten his friends and
neighbors.
1t was Just like the man, said another; he
was so full Of spite and malice, he could not
bear to see others happy
He has paid heavy price for his folly,
said Lethwaite. His melancholy fate should
be solemn warning to all persons who engage
in such wicked jokes. Come, my friends let
US carry him hence; am sorry that he got his
death by my hand