The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-06-10
MistelIaneuns SeIGrtiOns.
THE BoYw1THsTRoNeNnRvEs.
From Musical Companion.

From Musical Companion.
When Jack Bobby first came tc
Newton school he found all the .boyE
in such state of excitement that
his arrival as new scholar was
hardly noticed. Jack had never
been to q boarding school before,
and of course did not see anything
strange in fact that the other boys
left him to himself; nor would he
have found out that it was unusual,
! if Tom Finch had not told him so
the evening after his arrival. Tom
was Jacks cousin, and as soon as he
could get away from his glasses be
came to give Jack welcome, and helr
him arrange his room.
"What! this?n
This was the exclamation uttered
by Tom, as he crossed the threshold
of Jacks chamber and locke around
with CONSERVATION on his face.
whats the matter, Toni, asked
Jack, in surprise.
Matter" cried Tom. ado you
mean to say that this is the room
they've given you?"
"Yes.'
"Whe-e-e-e-e-ew!"
"What in the worlds the matter:
What are you whistling about?n
"O-nothing!-it's nothing-only
Il was thinking-that they's give
you another one, somewhere else, "
Tom stammered and hesitated while
saying this, but Jack did not notice it,
"Well, it's not bad room," said
he; "Pm glad / have so good q one.
Tom had to leave pretty early, and
promised, as he left the room, to be
back the following evening.
On the next evening, as they sat
at supper, Tom suddenly changed
the conversation with
20, Jack, 1 forgot to ask you how
you slept last night"
"Scund as a top" said Jack.
"Tem! Didn't you hear any-any
disturbancep
"No."
mo noisesih
"AIy dear Tom, / was so far away
in The land of the Nod, that no
sounds from this world could reach
me-
"And you like the room YETI"
'EThe room? Like it? OF course /
do. 1t is a first-rate room. But ex-
plain what all this means. You have
a peculiar look whenever you speak
about that room. What is the mat
ter with it? Has any one died there
with the smallpox
"No."
"Well, what then is the matter
with itY''
20, never mind. B."
"But / want to know"
"pll tell you some time"
"Why not now?"
There's no necessity; I'd rather
not. I'll tell you in week or so, if
you wish; but you won't need me to
tell you. You will find out soon
enough yourself"
Several hours passed, and Tom
was in Jacks room telling a ridicu-
lous story aboutAone of the boys,
when suddenly he stopped short and
stared at Jack, with the face ghast-
ly white.
"Why, Tom" cried Jack, ''what in
the world is the matter with you;
You look
Didn't you hear itF'' gaspedTom,
in a scarcely audible voice.
"Hear it2"
Yes; the-the-there it is again.
o, l can't stand it,
"Areyou crazyF" cried Jack, start
ing up and going over to his cousin.
you're as pale as death. What's
the matter|
ut is there!" He shuddered,
Now, I'll be blowed if [ can make
you out at all. What do you meanT"
cried Jack.
As he spoke, there came a dull,
low, sound, like football overhead,
rather indistict, but regular, like
some one walked with a muf1led
tread. Over Jack S room was a large,
unfinished garret, extending the
whole length of the building, and
Jack at once thought that some Of
the boys we're up there.
Toms condition now was really
alarming. "There, there-that is it
that is it, he cried; and, while he
spoke, low sigh came to Jacks ears.
"What! that?" cried Jack. ''Do
you mean to say that you're afraid
of that? You are crazy. 1t is only
some one walking in the garrett in
his slippers or in his stocking feet.
/ hear the wind, too, blowing about
the place. Are you such fool,
Tom, as to be afraid Of that?"
20, you don't knOw-you don't
know" said Tom.
"Well, l will know precious soon
said Jack; and, seizing the lamp, he
strode toward the door. "Come
along, Tom"
But Tom did't move.
"Will you come and see for your |
selfy' said Jack.
Il wouldn't go up there for the
world; nor would any of the boys,
Jack, there's horror up there. None
of the boys dare stay in the room.
| wouldn't. You stay here because
you don't know; but you'll leave it
soon enough. There is something
up there; We have often heard it;
and it is in this room that it sounds
the worst. It's mysterious walk
of something. You hear 4 football,
and sight, as of one in pain. On
wild, stormy nights it is horrible.
DR.. Pendergrast cannot make it out
at all. None of the teachers can.
They've tried to reason rs ont of