St. Landry democrat., 1880-05-15

dar right off Glib me dat ar gun, Al
exander. I'll hab shot at EN- eff I see
'em astride OBJ my nags.''
The cortege moved across the yard t.
the stable. Alexander carried the lamp
but as they reached an angle of the build
ing, the light was suddenly extinguishe,
by the wind, and a sudden blow from al
unseen hand stretched. the youth flat OF
the ground.
:" The ghosts has killed me!n he yelled
They've broke my head! 0, mercy
mercy" as Elizabeth, fainting in he
terror, fell over him, crushing him be
meath her tremendous weight. He'll
me, pa! They re atop of me, a-mashin
the breath outer mcr'
"Whar, WHARF cried joe deliriolls
with fright and anger, stumbling over
his PROSTATE wife. The night was dark
but a touch of the fat, insensible form
assured him that a very material ghost
was sitting the life out of his son anc
heir.
"It's your mudder, boy'' he gasped
"Tll drag her off YOU And after
much Juggling, he succeeded. Elizabeth
sighed and groaned, and came to her
self, saying, solemnly, as she sat up on
the grass
HAS de ghostesses done kilt my
boy?'
II dunno wot dey amt done, de mis-
behaved rip-roarious tings, and I'll fight
'em, yes, I'll fight EN-, as soon as | lays
desc two eyes on EN-! Ha, wot's dat?'
as a couple of dark forms glded 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.
"'Taint no ghostr' cried the old man.
It's robbers, and tank de Lord, I've
hit emf
He ran to the spot where a man lay
groanng on the ground, and a woman
was bending over him.
you've kilt my husband!'' she cried.
"You'ye kilt Lish Potter Jest ease he
was jokin' and playin' he was ghost.
I'll hab de law on you, you murderin'
ole sinner. 0 Lish, is you most dead9"
''It's my legr' groaned the man.
I'm feared Tn bleedin' to def
"Here, Alexander, help me, and we'll
get the man to the house, Joe said,
land see wot we kin do to hell him. /
don't want no mans blood on my con-
science eff 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 painful,
though not a dangerous wound.
"Do de best fur me, Sniff moaned
the quondam ghost. "Tll make clean
breast OBJ it fore | dies, eff die | must l
played de ghost to keep folks from set
tin de land and wen was at de back
door my 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
here
" You's fool, Lish, to tell on your
self, and l jest stands up to it you're
outer your headn' cried his furious wife.
s. Better say no more, MAN, Joe
"or I'll prosecute you for
my tings, and bein' a nuis-
ance Your husbind amt gwine to die,
and I'll tank you to git some OBJ your
friends to tote him off my premisy; soon
er de BETTER
1t 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 sons boastful self-con-
ceit
wen folks is so scared dey can't fire
l gun, and don't know der own mudder
rom a sperit, day needn't talk bout
great tings dey kin do. De harnted
house shows what you are, sure. "
YOUTHS Companion.