Litchfield enquirer., 1861-10-10
their chambers and Harry Elliot sat alone in

the mooulighted parlor, the fresh June breeze and the sound of the rustling leaves coming in at the open windows Perfectly comfortable, he sat quietly in the darkest corner of the apart ment, while the hall clock struck out eleven and twelve consecutively. At a quarter past twelve, his quick ear caught the sound of light step in the hall, and moment after the door opened softly, and slight figure glided in. Harry's heart beat fast while he watched it's every move. ment. First it fitted across the room and reach- ed down volume from the bookcase.
 A literary ghost said Harry to himself.
 Then it glided to the piano and lightly ran throughout the scale, meanwhile keeping @ sharp lookout on the door.
 A musical ghost privately observed Harry.
 Finally it passed the corner where he sat, and went into the dinning room, leaving the door wide open. The young man arose cautiously, and tptoing forward 0 few steps, looked into the adjoining apartment. The table was partly laid for breakfast, and the figure stood near it, with its back turned toward him.
 'Ha ha ' he chuckled, hungry ghost!
 The next instant he hastily retreated, for she -(spirit or mortal, it was evidently of the femi- nine gender)-turned and glided back into the parlor. A moment she paused by the window, and then crossed the room, and went out at the door by which she had entered. Harry sprang
  broad staircase she trpped lightly, traversed the length of the hall, and then passed through the heavy door which divided the north wing from the main building. Satisfied with his nights work, he followed no further, and smlllngly quiet ly, turned and went to his chamber
 The family beset him with inquiries at the breakfast table the next morning, but he gave them no satisfaction, simply saying that his plan was progressing favorably, and they would see the result in due time. They were obliged to follow his directions and wait.
 That evening he again informed them that he wished to sit up part of the night. and they left him in the parlor as before. But he did not re- main there. As soon as the house was still he left tue room, and passing on the wide oak stair case, traversed the hall and passed through the door of the north wing. Once there, he paused in the darkness and listened. The silence was profound, but far ahead he saw glimmer of light beneath a door. Advancing silently, he listened a moment longer, and then knocked lightly There was no response within, and after an in stant's waiting, he turned the knob and entered. The first object that met his eyes was the figure of the ghost standing in the corner of the apart ment, with Q countenance of the widest terror They stood silently facing each other moment, then Harry said quietly "Good evening, Miss Ghost"
 There was no reply, but if my readers would not think me guilty of making an absurd state ed.
 Fearing that you might be lonely in your re- tirement, 1 have taken the liberty to call upon you,' continued Harry. And for the purpose of making my visit more agreeable have brought you a slight token of appreciation and admiration, in the shape of lemon tart. l ob served your fondness for this style of pastry last evening. Will you holior me 7 He advanced gravely, tart in hand. The ghost eyed him moment-then sprang sudden ly forward into his arms, eNclaiming:
 o, Harry Harry y!-how can you? It was all for you.
 Strange conduct for ghost, wasn't it? Harry Elliot, Mir. and Mrs. Hunter, and their son and oldest daughter, were sitting together in the parlor, on the following day, when Harry said:
 MT. Hunter, I advise you to leave this house as soon as possible For what reason 2 asked the gentleman, ear nestly, while the rest of the family, constantly nervous of late, turned pale, and looked startled Because am of the opinion that the mystery which has annoyed and paned you 50 much will never be satisfactorily settled until you do' Please explain yourself, Harry said Mrs. Hunter. And Henrietta cried: Do tell us what you have discovcred.' Leave the house, and I will with pleasure l replied the young man. otherwise l cannot do l SO consistently. Will you go?' sWhere?
 twill engage to find you a suitable house in Brooklyn, and use all my influence to give you a fresh start in business, Mir. Hunter, if you will only abandon the plan of spending the summer | in this gloomy place. Why, you are young | man, strong man yet, and have plenty of time to make another fortune before you give up work. | This house is enough to kill the ambition of a dozen men. Poor little Rose -how could you expect her to be happy here?' We will go away, indeed we will,' sobbed Mrs. Hunter. %, my child Harry knows more about this mystery of her disappearance than he chooses to tell. 1 am sure of it cried Alfred. And don't believe Rose is dead-is she, Harry? Why do you ask me? Because am convinced that you understand the whole matter, ghost and all /! For the purpose of gaining my ends, I will confess, then, that do' replied Harry. Rose is alive and well, and as soon as you leave Fost- CTS Folly you shall see her. | There was sound of exclamations, and Mrs. Hunter burst into hysteric tears. | Do explain urged Henrietta. l Harry firmly refused. 1 Three days from that time they were hard at work, getting settled in their new home in Brook lyn. MT. Hunter-suddenly aroused, encourag ed and animated-was busy with preparations for new start in life; and his oldest daughter filled useful place in the happy household.
 Now for Rose. You really are not fair to make us wait any longer, Harry said Mrs. l Hunter.
 You shall see her this evening" replied the young man.
 Evening came, and so did Harry and Rose.- Prettier than ever she looked-crying, laughing, and blushing all at once. The poor child could not get her breath for kisses-they overwhelm- ed her with their caresses. | You little truant" sad MT. Hunter, held ling her up in his arms. (She had always been his pet)
 You have gained your own way at last, Rose, said Henrietta.
 l Yes said Mrs. Hunter; it was wrong our ever going to that dreadful place. You won t run away from us here, will you, dearr
 Rose made no reply. | You will be contented here, sis ? put in AL fred. Don't you think you will ?
 T night replied Rose, quietly; but have a home of my own now.
 What do you mean ? they all exclaimed.
 Rose laughed, and looked at Harry, who an- swered for her.
 .The facts are just these, good folks,' he repli- ed being determined to rid Fosters Folly of its ghost, married her
 It was fact. Harry Elliot married ghost
 The following story is told of Rev. Dr.
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