The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1880-02-12

one open and tasted the sweet hbrOUs
brown lining, with the attentive eyes
Of the old woman upon me. 1t was
the well-remembered, pungent taste
| thanked the old mother over again
''Pa, he gethers em to make beer,
the widow said. HE amt gethered
no persimmons yet, neither. He's
main fond of persimmon bee-."
''The old mans gittih' feeble" alb
ruptly declared his wife and relapsed
into silence.
HE amt follered the plough none
for two year now," observed the wild
ow, in a confrmatory voice. He just
does keep the gyarden goin'."
He re-entered as she spoke with a
basket in his hand, which he brought
! to me.
Here's some groun'-pea for you,
Miss Alexanders," he said, setting
them down by me. Il done fust rate
in groun-peas this year. These is just
fresh dug, an | want you should eat
some"
May be Miss Alexanders likes ,n
roasted" the widow sitid. John
folks does. I boil 'em for thwmie
folks reg'lar How do you Nylnss. whit-
yourn?" Kate
Il think they're better roastEvans,
said, thankfully, for the prosptn
eating freshly dug, damp pea-nu ttinsn, Fthers,
Of politeness was rather a distreobert
one. And, by the way, talkiley.
your garden, Mr.. Gray, how did PonH f[nmh
cabbages turn out?' an, Ell
well, they give me a heap O James James
lie, fust an last" the old MAJ FSnrs Rloss
crossing his knees and putting /, Alice
hand as usual. "But [ tried aIaggie
charm ON 'em, an it acted fust a Rafie t,afie
How was that, Mr. Gray?" Il
"Well, you know the worms Yer, Al
'em bad; an so | set out an duA Afthmr 5im
nine of the worms, like the Gle os-
goes, an put 'em in bag, an
'em up on nail in the chimbley,G4naaonrngee
to pehish (perish); an they tol( LYDIA
that when these nine should pc, Katy
all the rest would pehish too; Hattie
tried it; an shore enough, the,
The very last one Of 'em was clfupt
outr'
Yes, they was, Miss Alexaro11ov
for certain fact" the widow a i+soIf
"Well, | am glad Of it, for the Cow
of the cabbage" I said, ''thouS uSofuIa
does seem a little uncommon, dc (sa or ase af
it?' % VI
"Uncommon things is comm j. saalh anu
others, sometimes" abruptly eia5 lou1, it%
ed the oracle by the freside Win WIN
That's SC" | said, meekly. M viii
Gray, did you ever see a ghost ?"eheM- new
''Well, | can tell you what Tv5 ooIn
as was pretty like it, the old 'g out
said, with demure twinkle in hi tilat
ut was when | was young 'orlng
sprucin' up an had been out BODY
late. My way home laid by a grave
yard. Thar d been talk O. ghost-see-
in round thar, but twas the nigh path
home, an [ concluded to try it, for
twas betwixt midnight and day break,
an I was hurryin' along. I knowed
every one that was buried in that
graveyard, an as | come along | KEEP
study1n' to see if thar was any in thar
as I'd ever done any harm to, an I
couldn't find any as | had, an [
thought as I'd never done them no
harm they wouldn't do me none, an [
pushed along. The moon was pretty
nigh down an it was lonesome. way.
an for all | was so bold, it seemed to
me s if every now and then my hat
would lift right clean up off my
head, an I'd take hold an pull it down.
"All Of sudden, just by the grave
yard, | thought | saw sperit! Twar
white an thin, and shivered in the
wind. My ha'r rose up, an | stood
still. But | thought I'd never done it
no harm, an try an face it. The
moon was pretty finally gone down
nov, but not quite. | ventured a lit
tie nearer, an kept venturin', till |
come close up. An what do you
think my ghost was? 1t was only an
old post thar with little sprouts grown
up around it, an the leaves shalzin'
an dazzlin' in the moonshine till it
looked like a figger wrapped up in a
sheet an shiverin' in the wind"