Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1865-11-18
PROFESSOR WENNEL's GHOST,
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BY.EsTHER sERLE KENNETH


In Craig Cottage. Mr.. Westgate, the gem
tlemanly owner of Craig Cottage, had ex-
pressed a mild approval of it when Ber7r
trade, his bright, brunette daughter, called
him, ia to see as tire furnishing was COM
pleted; but Bertrade, flushed with success,
was hardly satisfied. gr'.. rritHI rsgTi bs'f
."Why, papa, it's perfectly exquisite! like
the inside of sea-shell. See the rosy tin
gesretlecbed on the white window shades by
the pink damask draping. See the light
fall in a glow on the little Xanthol yonder.
Oh, how pretty. Don't you think it beauti-
ful, l,.papa" u ngtg.rg .q-sotI t.arfrr,,r
,"f es. my dear, hope Prot. sWennel will
l"Prof, Wennel % screamed Bertrade,
'you don't t,intend to put him in here" ,,f
"Why not?,it is the prettiest room in the
house, 10 fyf- -,tuar NJ. ....... .t,
t'But he's man." gHm, I,. ..y .r,-..
"Wbat of that?" .lrry rr.ti -.. .-....,.
',This is alahy's room. Indeed tits papa,
1t isn't fit for a gentleman. There are too
many toilette arrangements, and no accom-
mediation at all for cigars" w.. o.. ..-..,...
prof Wennel doesn't smoke, and he's. a
guest to whom wish to do all possible hon
or. / wish him tobe accommodated by the
best the house affords in every way" .....
Mr.. Westgate was mild but firm. Ber-
CTdue pOUUeu III vain. '....... .. ....
"A horrible great man in that little nest "
she said to her sister Lou. Just think OF
it! He'll tear everything to pieces, know
he will" .a- gd Il .t...r.. 's,.
Nonsense, Bert should think Mr..
Wennel was a wild cat,n,, g.. .....Hf D.,
Lou, don't all men wear muddy boots,
dash the water about in bathing scatter
cigar ashes, and put their feet upon the
chairs!" '...r .-..r.i ..--.. - .t5-.
mo, my dear, papa doesn't" -
"Papa's an exception TO all men In every
way."' p. -.'. f' .'''ua- p. EHr""'
-sYou'd better wait andisee if Prof. Wen-
mel isn't, before you get in such q passion
about him." .....,... ......',
"rm not in passion. Iwish before he
comes here to spoil that beautiful room,
that he'd blow himself up in some OF his
chemical eXperments-but I'm not in a
passion! know shall hate him thought
want the room for Nellie" "'e'"' ''
-"Papa's iavorite guest before yours, my
dear."1u g.Irr eIv div iE.I a-.. n
of course; papa would not careif Nellie
slept in the attic" ........ .t....
snow, Bertrade." .''
Bertrade, rather ashamed OF her last re-
mark, was silent, and sat tying knots in her
wrapper cord and jerking them out again.
Just then there was ring of the door bell,
the sound Of voices in greeting, and Lou
observed quickly: in 81 # b" 1T ..'
."Prot. Wennel has come, Bert" .t.. .
Bertrade sat still until she heard her father
show the professor into the pink chamber,
then she threw herself upon the lounge and
cried tears of VeXation. i.'T l'n $40 rr.
Neither of the sisters had ever seen Prof.
Wennel. He had been at college with Mr..
WestSate, and they concluded, of course,
IN al n, nd ct nlt
They were not aware thathe was barely for
ty, being eight years younger than Mr..
Westgate, aud though interested in litera-
ture and science, hardly considered a bore
in the best societyin Europe, which he had
trequented for the last five years. ydJ 97oly
Pretty Nellie Daston arrived thateyeping.
There was no pink chamber for her use.
Shetound no fault with the, pretty white
draped bedroom with a dressing-room at
tached, which was assigned her, but Ber-
trade expressed to her her indignation. pgn
All the girls, ,Werea little surprised when
they met Prof. ,Wennel at the tea table. He
was fine locking and agreeable. Nellie said
so when they, had flown back to their re-
treatrthe bay7window in the upper hall,
where Lou always sewed,tbI IL III .n.
ymsiDear little six tooteEt I wonder how he
likes the lace Of his toilette cushion said
= 4 I. d
JfRl taH you what 4 Lsho9ld do If I were
$W said s's = lls s7 os@a]1' ,,9 - q
1on son.'.i ,*ra m *aa ~ y, ,.a ttil .r3. 3u'
PROT Wennel sat in his room reading.W It
was nearly yytwelve O'Clock at night. r The
damp night wind blew in at the open win
dow andmade the light flicker 1as it shone
Through dts alabaster shade, upon mthe table
at his side.7 The room was indebdo like the
heart otga rose; but ifflBertrade Westgate
had not beenCso very much prejudiced, she
would have seen that Prof WenneL with.
hislclassical face and slender hands, did not
look much. out of place there. rG9ilD WaK
Suddenly something, heneverkHew what,
made him raise his eyes from his book. In
thecentor Of the room stood slender figure
robed in ashrOld, white and glimmerings
and at the instant his eyes fell upon it the
town clock began to strikeItwelve. in the
distance. AS the last stroke sdied. the fig+i
pre moved silently toward the door and
glided out. Sujiie9rp 9ht AGg ~ 'iaIOl 81 Il
The Professor sat staring at tempty space
doubling his sBnsesi He was so astonished
that he never stirred In his seat fortenmin-
utes., He sat gazing straight forward until
the book, slipping from his relaxed hand,
fell upon the floor and startled himA9i 9onBd.
1"I have been asleep and dteafnmg,n said
he as heprepared to retirel o Yetashe drew
the wtite e0verlet over his shoulders, he
had suspicion that what he had seen was
not dream!1 bna 4 1iwki II a9n9lis3g 5d,
The next morning at breakfast hesaidto
his h0st1.-a tgiW .sI3lAlgs gIIggsl ss1g3-
s,Philipisthis an old house% no'jsggayC
wsWelE,itha something of a ahistory, Iibe-
lieve. nft has been iDlmy possession but a
year, and we have lived here only q few
mouths." II .bg3iINl4Ua tuHiJa nA lGGagaY
1sWhatis Its history?Ho l4 9d1 ri Giv
'aIt,Sasibuit by d man named Alligood,
know not howlong ago. be lesthis young
wife here, Immediately after his removal to
it. Then Or. Grant bought It,"
f.aI1la X1linnnd,a ~ pifeI de Of sislinassfA nh