Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1870-02-04

any Judgment at all? Do you wait
to ruin all the furniture on the
place? Here, here, you etrif,d
fool U .rs.Et
;. But it was no use. Before 1
could arresst him he had sat down
OH the bed, and it d melancholy
ruin. 5au ri fs51Get9. : Itfg
sNow what sort of a way is that
to do2 First you come numbering
about the place bringing a legion of
vagabond goblins along with you to
worry me to death. and then when
/ overlook. an indelicacy of costume
which would not be tolerated any,
where by cultivated people except
in respectable theater, and not
even there if the nudity were Of your
Sex, who repay me by wreckfng all
the furniture yet can find to sit
down On. And why will you? You
damage yourself as much as you do
me. You have broken off the end
of yonr spinal column and Uttered
up the floor with. chips off your
harns till the place looks like mar
ble-yard. You ought to be ashamed
Of yourself-you are big enough
to know better" a trs'F
"Well, will not break any more
furniture, But. what ain to do
I have not had a chance to sit down
for a century. And the tears came
into his eyes.
''Poor devil,'' I said,- aI should
not have been so harsh with you
And you are an orphan, too, no
doubt. But sit down on the floor
here--nothing else can stand your
weight-and besides, we cannot, be
sociable with you away up there
above me-; and 1 want you down
where | can perch on this high
counting house stool and gossip
with you face to face''' '''
SO he sat down on the floor, and
lit a pipe which gave him, threw
one of my red blankets over his
shoulders, inverted my sitz- bath on
his head, helmet fashion, and made
himself picturesque and comforta-
ble.. Then he crossed his ankles,
while I renewed the fire, and ex-
Iposed the, fiat, honey -combed bot
toms Of his prodigiotis feet to the
grateful warmth.
What is the matter with the bot
tom of your feet and the back of
your legs, that they are gouged up
so p"
/. '1nferna1 chilblains caught
them clear up to the back of my
| head, roosting out there on New
ellis farm. But I love the place; l
love it as one loves his old home.
There is no peace for me like the
poace I ieel when 1 am there"
We talked along for half an hour,
and then / noticed that he looked
tired and spoke of it. :.
s.Tired ?''. he said, well, I should
: think so, since you have treated me SO
well. am the spirit of the Petrified
Man that, lies across the street there in
the Museum. am the ghost of the
, Cardiff Giant. I can ha re no rest. no
peace, till they have given that poor
r body. burial again. What was the most
natural thing for me to do, to make
men satisfy this wish? Terrify them
into it !-haunt the place where the body
Law! So haunted the museum night
after night. even got other spirits to
helpm me But it did 1io good. for nobo
l dy ever came to the museum at mid
, night. Then it occurred to me to come
over the way and haunt this place lit
tie. felt that ifever got a hearing L
must succeed for had the most efficient
company that perdition could furnish
But 1 am tired Out-entireiy tagged
!, out. Give me, beseech you. give me
!, SOME hope" -
ment, and exclaimed:
+ This transcends every thing !-every-
thing that ever did occur! Why, yOu
: poor bluhdering old fossil, you lave all
your trouble for hothing-you have
5 been haunting a plaster cast of your
, self-the real Cardiff Giant is in Alaba-
!, nv! Confound it. don't you know
your own remains 20
=, never saw such an ELOQUENT look OF
= shame, of pitiable humiliation over
. spread a cDuntenance before
: The petfitied Man slowly rose to his
feet and said:
Honestly. is that true?"
LAS TRUE as am sitting here
He took the pipe from his mouth and
+ laid it on the mantel, then stood irreso-
lutte a moment, ard finally said:
e :, ,"Well-I never. felt so absurd before
!. The Petrified Man has sold everybody
els. and now the infamous frand has
: ended by selling its own ghost! My
+ son, if there is any charity lett in yeul
heart for a. poor friendless phantom
/. like ME, don't let this get out. Think
how you would feel if YOU had made
such an ass of yourself"
l heard his stately tramp die away
step by step down the stairs and out in
1 to Che deserted street, and felt sorry he
/ was gone.poor fellow,-and sorrier still
t that he had carried off my red blahke
o and bath-tub.