The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-01-23
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The Pale hey with = Beautiful Face
and Mild Blue Eyes---A singular
Story from NewburyH3rf.
From ia. N.rrimaet y.l,., y,,;,or

The Pale Bey with y Beautiful Fac
and Mild Blue Eyes---A singular
Story from NewburyE0rf.
From the Asrrimaek Valley Visitor
In Newburyport We have a school
| house that the school committe have beer
forced to advertise as closed to visitors
because curious crowds waited within ant
without, to see the mysterious form of /,
ghost boy. who has been trottinR around
there for more than year, seen frequent
y by the teacher-Hho is not Spiritual
island by most of the whole fifty pu
pills, who are too young (primary scholars.
to mystify and deceive the people.
The school-house is one story building,
that would be the last place in town for a
spirit from any happy. abode to wish to
renew its childhood in. There is ar sry
to the building, where is flight ofstairs
to the attic, and window looking into
the school room. The teachers desk
brought her back to that window, where
the pupils told her strange boy was
playing his tricks. sometimes putting his
head up to the glass and other times
looking in. They described him, and
when seen he has always been the same
in dress and appearance. To verify
statements, she changed her seat to face
the window, and by-and-by the face ap-
peared-Jack Frost upon the window
pane. Not doubling but it was really
boy, she took her ruler the emblem
of her authority. and made for the entry,
and there she found him standing quietly
IN the corner-one Of tie prettiest faces
she had ever seen, with sweet smile on
his beautiful lips, and needing kiss
more than 3 blow. His body, dressed in
neat white clothes, bore the appearance
OF one just past his first decade of years.
His hair was almost wbite-a little tow
head his face was pale az death, and
his eyes sweet blue. His face was OIL
der than his years, and he had the ar
pearance of wisdom beyond his age.
She advanced to him, and than he dod-
ged to the attic stairs. She followed
is now near enough to take hold of him
reached for him, but he is not there.
He seemed to sink through the stairs,
and where she could grasp his person her
hand struck the floor He was gone
Now We have yeritable ghost-what
IS to be done The police thought they
could capture him. They arrested a lad
as the author of all this commotioD-tbo
town through; and he had his choice to
confess or take his chance for the reform
school. 1t was not only the old witch
craft, but the old test Throw her in
to the river" said they of olden times,
land We shall find out whether or not
she be witch. IF she is innocent, she
will drown; if she swims, we'll drown
her." The boy partially confessed, but
he wss not punished, because his teacher
and all the pupils and his parents knew
that he was not the strange boy that
looked in at the window; and the face
continued to reappear when he was away.
Next carpenter Was sent to nail up
tee passage to the attic, but if ''love
laughs at locks" much moro do ghosts.
The little tow head even made more
noise than before. He turned the attic
into carpenters shop, where he, too,
sawed and pounded, and nailed and, as
II to demonstrate the futility of human
force to shut him out, he put his head
down to the ventilator and took survey
of the school Some of the children
have been frightened, and one day one of
them tainted but few of them are excl
ted abou. it. The teacher has spoken to
him, and he only laughed from his happy
face. The children looked at him, whom
not one of them ever saw before, and
he returns their glance, with love in his
soft, mild syes; but as yet he has not
told US who he is, whence he came, or
what his mission. This comes nearest
to real ghost-a daylight ghost--o Of
anything we have had in the city for
wears