The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1880-05-15

dar right off, Glib me dat ar gun, Al
exander. I'll hab shot at 'em eft sees
'em astride OBJ my nags."
The c0rtege moved across the yard to
the stable. Alexander carried the lamp,
but as they reached an angle of the build
ing, the light was suddenly extinguished
by the wind, and sudden blow from an
unseen hand stretched the youth fat ON
the ground.
1.-THE ghosts has killed mer' he yelled.
They've broke my head! 0, mercy,
mercyr' as 'Lizabeth, fainting in her
terror, fell over him, crushing him be-
meath her tremendous weight q Help
me, pa! They're atop of me, a-mashin'
the breath outer mer'
"Whar, WHARF cried Joe, delirious
with fright and anger, stumbling over
his PROSTATE wife. The night was dark,
but 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.
I'm drag her off youn And after
much Juggling, 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"
Il dunno wot dey amt done, de mis-
behaved Hydrocarbons tings, and I'll fight
'em, yes, I'll fight 'em, as soon as lays
desc two eyes on 'em! Ha, wot's dat?'
as 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 a
scream of agony.
"'Taint no ghost!' cried the old man.
Its robbers, and tank de Lord, I've
hit 'emr'
He ran to the spot where man lay
groaning on the ground, and woman
was bending over him.
You've kilt my husbandr' she cried.
!" You've kilt Lish Potter Jest case he
was jokin' and playin' he was ghost.
I'll hab de law on you, you murderin'
ole sinner. Lish. is you most dead?''
Its my legr' groaned the man.
I'm feared I'm bleedin' to def
Here, Alexander, help me, and well
get the man to the house, Joe said,
:. and see wot we kin do to help him. l |
don't want no mans blood on my con-
science eft he is a-tryin' to smash my
goods,
When the wound was examined it was
found that the bullet had passed through
The calf OF the leg, making a painful. |
though not dangerous wound.
"Do de best fur me, Smif," moaned |
the quondam ghost. "Tll make clean
breast oh it fore dies, eff die must. / |
played de ghost to keep folks from set
lin de land; and wen was at de back
toor my wife she was a-tearin' about
and a-groanin' in de loft. She climbed
up troo de winder by de big flo tree.
Nobody 'spected us, and folks did saw
lie house was haunted fore l coined
lere"
" You's fool, Lish, to tell on your
elf, and jest stands up to it you're
utter your headr' cried his furious wife.
Better say no more, MAN," Joe
or In prosecute you for
my tings, and bein' nuis-
nee. Your husbind amt gwine to die,
nd III tank you to git some OBJ your
riends to tote him offmy premisy; soon
r de BETTER
1t is needless to say that does musket
aid that ghost forever. 1t was also an
xcellent argument in the old mans
ands against his sons boastful self-con-
cit
Wen folks is so scared dey can't fire
gun, and don't know DER own mudder
'om sperit, day needn't talk bout
reat tings dey kin do. De harnted
ouse shows what you are, sure."-
'ouths Companion. Il