Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1866-08-17
DELAWARE, oHIo, FRDAY, AUGUST II. laee.

The 1gure passed to the center of the
room, and in a hollow voice, answered,
Don yOU~knOW me, j OBJ p
No, stammered the sick man, his
teeth chatterIng as if he was In an ague
it.
yet you knew me we'll when I was In
life, - proceeded our ghost
Are-you-a-spirit? ?' inquired Job,
In a fresh accent of terror.
The figure In white nodded slowly and
emphatically.
"What-do-you- ou-want-of-me? ?" in
quired Job in quivering accents.
You do not ask me who 1 am p de-
manded the figure.
Excuse mel did not think Who
are-you2"
81 am the spirit of your brother"
Here Job Plympton's teeth began to
chatter annew.
Il am the spirit Of your wronged and
deceived brother When [ died I left
the sum of six thousand dollars to my
children, j ohm and Emma. Is this not
true p
"Ye-es."
And what have you done with the
money!" demanded the spirit sternly.
''I-forgive me- kept it.
"And never let them know the prOvis-
ions which I left for them p
Yes. It is all true"
And why did you do this ?"
Because II thought it would be bet
ter for them not to know. They might
have squandered it, you know. lie might
have prevented their working and being
industrious-I always meant to give 1t to
them when died.
How do you knew that your soul may
not be demanded of you this night.
ttf1h ~ avaiaTmnd the old man
almost with a scream, mot tonight, l am
not ready am not prepared to go.
You say right-you are not fit to die
with this wrong on your soul. But men
are sometimes called when they are un-
prepared:
Twill repair the wrong"
''Will you give back the money!"
YES 1t shall be done tomorrow.
''To-morrow is too late. It must be
/ done tonight.
But my nephew is not here. How can
I do it to- night?"
Sign this paper.
"I-have no ink"
Here it is.
Job glanced nervously over the paper
which read as follows:
Il hereby transfer to my nephew, j OhL
| Plympton, aud his sister Emma, sixty
shares in the B Bank, being the
amount of property left me in trust fol
them, By their late father, my brother
! The old man affixed his signature tC
/ this document unwillingly enough, anC
/ with many a groau, yet even at that mo
ment thinking there we're no witness Il
/ his signature, when Squire Dunbar th'
/ village lawyer, and his son, nOiselessl
j entered the room.
lust In time, Squire Dunbar, to wit
/ ness my unele's signature, said the ghos
I in his natural voice, at the same tim
/ throwing off the sheet and showing thi
/ straight figure and rudy face of JOhl
+ PlymptOn.
THAT [ will do with pleasure" sail
the lawyer.
In less than a minute the document wa
i legally attested and became valid.
job Plympton seeing the trick Whiel
had been practiced upon him, shook witt
passion.
Give me back that paper, you scOun
drel, he gasped, how dare you ehea
me SOP"
Uncle, said the nephew firmly, Il re
gret that was forced to such a methot
of righting myself You must blam
yourself, you who have proved false to
brothers dying trust, and defrauded tW,
helpless children of their rightful inheTl
tance. This sum which has now revoked
to the legal owners is but a small part 0
/ your property. Make a better use o
what is left, and do not hasten your owl
death by your inOrdinate avarlce."
! Job PlymptOn was compelled to sub
NIT with what grace he could. But tn
habits of a life time are not easily givel
up I am afraid he will never cease tt
| be a miser.