The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1869-10-15

this, III give the county coroner
/ job"
/ When the remainder of the hous
, hold had retired to rest, our worti
practitioner was ushered to the haun
ed room by the hostess's own mai
who shrunk back as she approaehe
the door.
Here sir, she whispered. placi1
the candle-stick il his left hand, an
thrusting pistol in his right, "ht
ladyship sends you that. Take cal
of it, for It's loaded"
LOADED" exclaimed Pat; "wh;
for?"
"To defend yourself, sir, I SUP
pose"
J "Defend myself, my pet" said tn
impudent Irishman; adoes SO nice an
charming a girl as you think l coul
kill a ghost with a pistol-shot? Vel
good night, my darling, till call 70
to see the ghost that has frightene
you so much"
"GOOd night. and Heaven protec
you"
"a dangerous toy, this" said ou
hero, as be laid the caudle-stick o.
the table. "That wine was good, an,
my blood is hot; and if l should hav
too hard a tussle with Mr.. Ghost
might be tempted to shoot him. Nov
as my trade is to cure, not to kill,
had better remove all temptation on
of my way"
So saying, he knocked off the cal
and dsxtrOusly drew the charg
from the pistol, and flung powde.
aud bullet out of the window. Wher
he had only partly undressed anC
got into bed, the bright moonlight
was streaming through the unshut
tered panes.
"GOodl' muttered Pat Callahan
"That's better light given thar
phosphorus. | must keep wide
awake"
Must you, Mr.. Pat? In solemn
truth, the rascal was snoring il
thorough bass, in FIVE minutes after
How long he slept l can not tell, mol
is it necessary to know. 1t is
enough co say that he was sud enly
awakened by the touch of something
cold and damp upon his cheek, and
starting up, he beheld a huge form
clad in white, with a CHASTITY, spectral
face glaring down upon him. Robe
aud face, and head we're enveloped
in pale blue Pickering fame.
1.-The ghost, by exclaimed
Pat, suddenly throwing out his hand
to seize the pistol which he hat
placed on the little tabls beside hi:
bed.
But the weapon was no longer
there; and the hideous phantom
laughed hOrrid, ghOstly laugh as i
retreated slowly from the bed, with
its hideous eyes still glaring on the
young surgeon.
"Is that your little gamer" ex
claimed Pat, springing out of bed
he had still his shirt and trousers
on. "Have at you then !"
But as he sprang forward, tn,
ghost lifted his arm and presented
the pistol right at its assailant's face
Pat staggered back with a roar o.
laughter.
why, you cOnfounded fooIl'' ht
shouted, as he dashed at the Others
throat, "that pistol is unloaded."
A desperate struggle ensued. Blu
the Irish surgeon was a younger anC
stronger man, and he soon had the
ghost prostrate, with one knee on his
chest, and both hands on his throat
For heavens sake, your honor
do not murder me, and l will confes,
everything"
"Ah, my boyr" said Pat, "yor
nav1u't sot beyond Purgatory, then
which proves that you might have
gone further, and Jared worse
But, first of all my enter
prising friend, Mr.. Thompson Slo.
cum, you must suffer me to faster
these white sheets of yours round
your head and arms till l strike +;
light; and then we will proceed Il
treat. :"
The candle was relit and tht
ghosts robes, which had been so sud
denly converted into manacles, Werl
removed, and the big awkward form
and coarse. elownish features of tn,
widows own lodge keeper (the maj
who with his wife had been in solt
charge of the old mansion house du
ring the life time of the late alder
mani was revealed. What conversa
tion passed between the delinquen
and the surgeon it is not necessary
to tell. Suffice it to say the mex
morning the handsome young widow
was full of smiles and wonderment
and the gate-lodge was empty of it
quondam tenants Her ladyship die
not return Immediately to London
and Susan, her own maid, decided OF
remaining in her pleasant situation
A few months after this event, 4;
blooming bride and her staIwart
handsome husband "a gentleman will
a suspicion of something like an Irist
brogue) returned to the old mansion
house, which had bsen gaily fitted
out in the meantime, from their. hon
eymoon. They had entered theil
own suite of dressing aud bedrooms
when the lady, turning round laugh
ingly to her husband, said:
"And here 1t was that you laid th'
ghost, Pat. Do you know, dear,
have often wondered why that hor
rid man, Slocum, played that trick tt
turn me out of the house"
"And by my word, love-" answer
ed (nOw) Doctor Callahan, 81 forgo
to tell you. See here T. He touch
ed a spring in the opposite wall, anC
a panel few open. They entered ;
narrow passage and came to som,
otops that led down 10 4 spaciou!
lumber-room dimly lighted. In th'
corner, by the fireplace, lay pill
of rusty piping and something like ;
laundress's copper; the remains of al
illicit still. There lay the secret
shamrock.
One sermon that l once heard o
and perhaps you have heard tha