Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-04-30
Amt SARAH,S GHOST.

'" 1t 8 al very well TO laugh at gnOSt3
and spirits said Aunt Sarah, looking
solemnly az us, "but, my dears, there
are more things in this world than you
know of.
"That's from Shakespeare, Aunt Sa-
rah."
Suppose it is ?" replied the old
lady, adjusting her cap; Tits true,
nevertheless.
"Oh, it's quite true; but did you
ever really see a ghost ?" we asked,
all anxiety to hear her strange expert
ence."
I've seen a ghost" answered Aunt
Sarah, slowly, Just as plainly as l see
you now"
"Oh. how dreadful J" we all ex-
claimed. Tell us about it, Aunt Sa-
rah.' And we drew our chairs closer
around the table, and wondered if
Thomas wash coming soon to light the
gas.
Aunt Sarah smiled upon US with the
conscious superiority OF wisdom, but,
wen pleased to be the center of so at
tractive circle, put aside her knitting
and commenced as follows:
"A great many years ago / was stay
friends house in the country. Among
the various people, old and young, who
were gathered there, was maiden
lady OF rather mature age; in fact, she
ought long ago TO have taken her de-
gree as a confirmed old maid. Some
people so dread the approach of age
that they cling TO the semblance of youth
almost with the tenacity of despair.
Miss Biglow-that was her name-was
one of this kind and so. by the aid of
paint, powder and false hair, she really
made herself look twenty years younger
than what we knew to be her actual
age. 1t was even whispered that her
cheeks owed their seeming plumpness
to some mysterious cause not attribu-
table to nature. Now, girls, said Aunt
Sarah, pausing for r:oment, and
looking sternly upon us, Sc hate this
deception, and hope none of you paint,
or powder, or wear false hair.
Goodness, Aunt Sarah You don't
think we wear false hair, do you p
cried Bessie Gray, putting up her hand
to ascertain if her chignOn was in its
right place.
IS L am sure don't know, my dear,
but hope not. Well, one day an ell
derby gentleman arrived at the house,
intending to spend a week In fishing,
hunting, or idling about, as most of us
were doing. This gentleman was very
rich, and avowedly looking for wife.
Under these circumstances it is not sur
prising that he at once became the lion
of the day.
1.-THE evening on which he arrived
saw Miss Biglow painted and powdered
to the verge of Observation-Disclosures
that NAV be--and looking, to an un-
practiced eye, almost girlish.
's 1t was really wonderful, my dears,
TO see how the eligible bachelor-Mr
Goodman-took to her from the first
We really became afraid that she would
carry off a prize for which SO many
blushing young ladies had angled IL
vain
"Miss Biglow seldom came down
stairs In the morning, and when SHE
ventured out always wore a thick vel
to protect her skin, which she said wa:
very tender indeed. Of course We
knew the reason, but Mr.. Goodman
like all other men, was as blind as {
bat, aud as easily taken In by a woman
as any child would be. 1t would no
have been fair for US to undeceive him
you know, for I think women ought t.
respect each others little secrets.
'sHonor among thieves, murmuret
Bessie
"My dear, that is not pretty sim
ile," said Aunt Sarah, gravely. Blu
let me go ON with my story. On
evening we were all sitting at the opel
window, in the moonlight, and, b,
some means or other, the conversation
turned upon the habit of wearing fals'
hair, and otter receptions of like ma
eure.