New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-08-25
/" Q. hush" groaned 'Lizabeth.

oou care q dey hears mo. Maybe
dey are in de stable now, a-ridin' and
a-pummellin' oh my bosses. I'm gwine
dar right of. Glib me dat ar gun, Al
exander. III hab shot at 'em ef I sees
'em astride OBJ my nags.''
The cortege 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 flat on
the ground.
. 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. Help
me, pa! They're atop of me, a-mashin'
the breath outer mev'
"Whar, whar?'' criod Joe, delirious
with fright and anger, stumbling over
his PROSTATE vito. The night was dark,
but touch of the fat, insensible form
assured him that a very material ghost
was sitting the life out Of his son and heir.
It's your mudder, boy!' he gasped.
"Tll drag her off you.'' And after
much Juggling, he succeeded. Elizabeth
sighed and sroaned, 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 Hydrocarbons tings, and III fight
'etn, yes, III fight en-, as soon as lays
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 4
scream of agony.
"'Taint no ghost!' cried the old man.
"1ts robbers, and tank dc Lord, Eve
1t 'cmr'
He ran to the spot where man lay
groaning on the ground, and u woman
was bending over him.
"You've kilt my husbandr she cried.
"You'vc kilt Lish Potter jest ease he
was jokin' and playin' he was ghost.
I'll hab dc law on you, you murderin'
ole sinner. 0 Lish, is you most dead?"
Its my lcgr' groancd the man.
"rm feared I'm blcedin' to def"
"Hcrc, Alexander, help me, and Wen
get the man to the house, Joe said,
"and sec wot we kin do to help him.
don't want no mans blood on my con-
science ct he is a-tryin' to smash my
goods"
When tho wound was examined it was
found that the bullet had passed through
the calf of the leg, making painful,
though not dangerous wound.
"Do dc best fur me, Sniff" moaned
the quondam ghost. "rll make a clean
breast Oh it fore dies. Of die must. !
played dc ghost to keep folks from set
tim dc land; and wen was at de back
door my wife she was a-tearin' about
and a-groanin' in dc loft. She climbed
up troo dc winder by do big fig tree.
Nobody 'spccted us, and folks did say
| de house was haunted fore J. coined
here"
You's a fool, Lish, to tell on your
self, and / jest stands up to it your
outer your headp' cried his furious wife.
Better say no more, MAN," Joe
answered, "or I'll prosecute you for
smashing my tings, and bein' NUS.
ance: Your husbind amt gwine to die,
and I'll tank you to git some OBJ your
friends to tote him offmy premisy; SOON
| or de BETTER
1t is needless to say that Joe's muskct
laid that ghost forever. 1t was also an
excellent argument in the old man 8
hands against his sons boastful sclf-con-
| ceit
Gwen folks is so scared dcy can't fire
a gun, and don't know DER own mudder
from & spcrit, day needn't talk bout
great tings dey kin do. Dc harnted
house shows what you are, sure. -
Youths Companion.