Daily Republican., 1880-12-03

GIN her to come back and she should
do as she pleased, and not bs forced
into hateful marriage.
Last of all came Arthur Kavanagh.
He never spoke q word to no one; bu.
he looked like an ould man, hagga
and bowed.
She was in her oofiu, the purity
crater, a-layin' there like wax image,
with flowers all about her. They had
fastened down the oofin.lid, and
Kayanagh sat beside II, ell alone, that
last awful night that poor Bessie would
b, above grouDd. And wsen tie sun
rose next morning, sure he Was gone.
They said he went of TO sea In yacht
some friends o. his owned; and sure he
must been drowned, for We never got
no word from him from that day TO
this.
Well, thsy buried yoor Bessie away
under the ground, and sad, sad were
the hearts In the Delaney farm house.
And what do you think 7 Bessie hadn't
been dead . month when the truth
leaked out that this man Reilly had .
wife all the time 3 livin' In another
place. When the ould folks got hold
o. that, they just cropped their heads
and they nevsr held them up again.
But what about the ghost, you say 7
| was . comm to that, If yon'll havs
patience.
One night was ssttin' here all alone
In this very room the wind was blow.
in great guns, outside, jess like il 10
tonight. and there was jess such rain
. pourin' down. and altogether twas 3
bad night. and me ell alone BY myself
In the house.
All at once there came faint tap at
the door, . faint little tap, like q bird
beatin' It's bill on the panel. l rose up,
though III confess l was q bit sosry,
and went 10 the door and opened it.
There, right on the steps, . stsndin'
nth the rain beatin' In her face, and
tho wind BLOWN her long, gold hair
all about, was Bsssis-my dead Bessie!
There was q pitiful look In her
shinin' sy "a, and she held baby In
her arms, 3 little baby out in that aw'
fol s,ormt | don't knew how I got my
voice. but cried out, suddenly:
"0h, my God"
Aud, mavournsen, believe me or not,
the q . urs vanished-gons out into the
storm and darkness.
got bold then, and | went outside,
and I searched and searched, bat NO
trace Of anyone could / find.
came back inside, then, and look cd
the door; then l throwed myself into
my bed and cried all might long. For.
cbild, I'd give tie world to have the
purity thing back again. Bat sbe's in
her grave, away down under the damp,
sod; no tears or prayers O. miDe can
ever bring her back, ard my old hears
been eapty all these years for q sight
o her sweet fao,.
Hark! whst's thatl A rap at the door
Run, albania, and open it quick; the
storm outside is mighty bad, and It's
hard to keep q body standin' out in 1t.
Who Is IN Oh, my God! her ghost
as'is! Bessie's ghos''
Tell nc over ag'iu, | can't make il
sound right yet. Bessie rot dead'
Bessie alive and we'll, and here Oh,
the days of miracles aims gone yet, and
the same Jesus who raised Lazarus
lives and reigns now IS then. 'Tis E
strange story, though.
CONS here, Bessie. Yes. the same
sweet facs, only a little older, Bessie
and her husbsud, and her baby. Well,
we'll !
For she was not dead. after all, aud
Arthor Kavauagb, oPenin' the coffin
for last sight o her dead face, saw
signs o. life, and 50 be sGvoi hert he
took her from the coffin, filed II sp|
With weights, fastened the lid down
asin, and nobody ever knoNed.
Then he carried Bessie of to the
yacht. Twas easy to do, for there
was no one stirrin'-No wake, you see
and before the next day dawned
they were far out at sea.
They landed as aoon as they could.
There they were married, as Arthur
had all the money for his farm with
him. They went to housekeepia' at
last--in q strange country, tits true,
but that was nothin', for they loved
each other.
And now they've enme home, and oh,
Joy aud rejoicin' when the news 10
spread about, and Bessie's ould friends
gather around. Aud her father and
mother. they only sit and hold her it.
tie hands and gaze into her sweet face,
and make her tell 'sm over and over
agin the whole strange story.
But I'm tellin' the truth, msvour-
nsen. III didn't see Bessie's ghost.
what was II that Isaw2 'Tis . grus.
some question. Who can answer i,'