The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-05-13

whose yellow face had become CHASTITY
- amt a-goin' to be killed for a box O
crockery, nohow. Let pa go, senc,
nes 50 brave. Listen! they're at i
again in the loft.''
The dancing and groaning were heart
again, followed by quayering cry O.
agony.
4 The cold sweat broke over Joe's fore
4 mead, but another crash from the direc
uon Of the kitchen decided him. He tool
the candle, and with his wife ciinpinn
10 ham, and Alexander in the rear, armed
with an old gun, the procession moved
cautiously to the kitchen. What a scene
met their eyes! The glass of the single
window was smashed, the pots were
hurled from the shelves, some of the
crockery on the top of the box had been
broken, and lay in fragments on the floor.
In spite OF his terror, this wanton de.
structlon OF his household goods raised
the keenest anger in Joe's frugal mind.
i mIH fix 'em, de wagabonesp' he
yelled, efdey is ghostesses maxim, free
wild my property''-- sssHsgn
30, hushr' groaned ,Lizabeth.
Il don't care ef dey hears me. Maybe
dey are in de stable now, a-ridin' and
a-pummellin' OBJ my hosses. TIN pwine
dar right off. Glib me dat ar gun,s Al
exander. I'll hab shot at 'em eff i sees
EN- astride OBJ my nags.''
/ The cortege moved across the yard to
the stable. Alexandercarried the lamp,
but as they reached an angle of the build
ing, the light was suddenly extinguished
| by the wind, and q sudden blow from an
| unseen hand stretched the youth flat on
| the ground. A 70 IA
!" The ghosts has killed metz he yelled.
| They We broke my head! o, mercy.
mercy!' as Lizabeth, fainting in. her
terror, fell over him, crushing him be.
meath her tremendous weight. !" Help
me, pa! They're atop Of me, a-mashin'
the breath outer me!' Rf& sSs
"Whar, WHARF" cried Joe, delirious
with fright and anger, stumbling over
his PROSTATE wife. The night was dark,
but a touch of the fat, insensible form
assured him that very material ghost
was sitting the life out of his son and
heir.
It's your mudder, boyr' he gasped.
Fs- I'll drag her off you.'' And after
much tugging, he succeeded. 'Lizabeth
sighed and groaned, and came to her
self, saying, solemnly, as she sat up on
the grass
Has de ghostesses done kilt my
boyp''
III dunno wot dey amt done, de mis-
behaved rip-roarious tings, and I'll fight
'em, yes, I'll fight 'em, as soon as l laws
desc two eyes on 'em! .Ha, wot's datp',,
as a couple of dark forms glided swiftly
from the barn towards the orchard. He
lifted his gun, took aim and the loud re-
port of the musket was followed by. q
scream of agony. s,.
'Taint no ghostr' cried the old man.
It's robbers, and tank de Lord, I've
hit 'em!'
He ran to the spot where man lay
groaning on the ground, and a woman
was bending over him.
You We kilt my husbandr' she cried.
+" You've kilt Lish Potter jest ease he
was jokin' and playin' he was ghost.
I'll hab de Jaw on you. you murderin'
ole sinner. OLish, is yoh most deadp''
q It's my leg!' groaned the man.
" I'm feared I'm bleedin' to def
Here, Alexander, help me, and wei
get the man to the house, Joe said.
9 and see wot we kin do tofhelp him. II
don't want no mans blood on my con-
science eft he is a-tryin' to smash my
goods. = hsas ss
When the wound was examined it was
found that the bullet had passed through
the calf of the leg, making painful,
though not a dangerous wound.
9. Do de best fur me, Smif,' moaned
the quondam ghost. - I'll make clean
breast OBJ it fore dies, ef. die must. Il
played de ghost to keep folks from set
tim de land and wien was at de back
door mi. wife. she was a-tearin' about
and a-groanin' in de loft. She climbed
up troo de winder by de big fig tree.
Nobody 'spected us, and folks did say
de house was haunted fore / coined
here. =
s 8 You's fool, Lish, to tell on your.
self, and Jest stands up to it YOU re
outer your headr' cried his furious wife. |
! g Better say no more, man,, Joe |
cor I'll prosecute. You for
my tings, and bein' q nuis.
ance. Your husbind amt gwine to die,
and III tank you to git some Oh your
friends to tote him off my premisy; SOON
er de better
It is needless to say that Joe's musket
laid that ghost forever. 1t was also an |
excellent argument in the old mans
hands against his SON 5 hoastful self-con-
ceit
Wen folks is soscared dey can tfire |
. gun, and don't know deir own mudder /
from sperit, day needn't talk bout |
great tings dey kin do. De harnted |
house shows what you are, sure ~
Youths Companion. /
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