The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-01-23
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to carry them carefully to bed. Then,
taking,a candle he surveyed the prospect
before him. The emptied fagons and bro
kenlbottles sufficiently accounted for the
scene he had just Witnessed He glanced
hiseye upon the table. His color chang
eda He started ferward.. THERELAY
THE ORDERLY- -BnoK
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Two or three years had passed away,
and happy family party were assem-
bbed around Christmas fire at Hazle-
wood, the seat ofsthe Ingrams. Vigor-
Gus age and blooming infancy, clustered
around the hearth, but the centre of the
circle was Charles ingram and his lovely
Helen. He had consented, reluctantly,
to retire from thearmV, that he, might
sustain the decliming years of his parenbs.
He had brought his wife with hina, and
there they sat, as happy and beloved,
pair as ever lived, and loved.
The evening had been sped away with
games and gambols. AT last; the sports
were over, and the party, closing round
the firebrands, yielded to the inspiration
of the hour, and We'd with each other in
tables of diabIerie. At last, Charles is
coaxed to narrate his adventure. Hetold
it we'll, and was rewarded by alternating
deep-drawA breaths OF interest, and by
peals of lalghter., But the mystery still
remained unsolved. While they were
all Offering their several explanations,
Ingram exclaimed
wonld pay down o. handsome re-
ward to,any, one who would telh me
where that book was during those Sour
days ~
''And would you grant an amnesty"
asked Helen, Z" to, all concerned if you
could know it?"
ThatIiwould, with all nay heant--for
the excellence of the joke, now that no
mischief came Of it redeems its rOguish-
ness.n
"Then i can easily satisfy yous my
dear" resumed his wife" it was all the
time in my drsssing.tabls drawer"
There was aAmoment of silent aston
ishment and then Ingram exclaimed
In your drawer why, were you the
ghost, Helen,?l''
Not exactly" she replied; " but 1
had an Afrite that didmy will quite as
\ well as any ghost could do"
What DO you mean, my loxe ?" in
| quired hen husband. "Youars jesting.
What Affite do yoa meanr'
Yourememberpoor Retsh p'
He nodded assent.
Well, he was the. ghost, and none
but he. Inever meant to toll the story,
but it is, too goo6a joke to- be kept to
| oneself"
" Iaut howp What had, you to do
with it P''
Remembes your proclamation of
amnesty, ana i will tell you. You
know that ha was the servant of the
Vaughns-'N
NO." interrupted Charles, knew
no such thimg.-only that he belonged to
family that had left the town"
"True,"' she resumed /; remember
that 1 kept back that particular, for fear
of exciting your suspicion. But their
servant he was, and treated with merited
kindness for the service done his mas
ter, which resuLaed in disordering his
poor brain. After he came to live atmy
fathers, he never seemed to feel at
home, but would often wander away at
nigAt. suspected that his resort was
to ais old masters house, and that it
was his prowling about it that gave it
its bad name. But IS the officers who
arst occupied it were not especially
pleasant neighbors, i did not interfere
with his amusemeAts. But when you
came, my dear"
You took me under your protection,
and thank yoN," said Charles, laugh
ing.
| Certainly, 1 did," she continued,
"but | thought he might just try your
courage for one night. had him watch
ed out of the house by my maid, and,
from the glee In which he returned, /
had no doubt of his entire success. That
was the first night"
But pray tell me- asked her hus-
band, show he performed the feat, ,ifyou
happen to know. He must have had
wings, though 1 never saw them.n
"That cam" she replied. ''Poor
Peter was native African, and was as
agile as monkey, though you would
not think so to look at him. He could
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