Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1880-10-22

idoe to kinder git acquainted with one afore-
hand"
SO her hair trunk WAS carried up stairs,
and Miss Nancy established herself in the at
tic chamber She used 10 tell her adventures
with the ghost somewhat on this wise:
"Well I looked TO the door an winder, an
made sure there wasn't nobody hid in the
closet, nor under the bed an then l read q
chapter in my Bible an said my prayers an
went to bed an to sleep. An after a spell l
woke up all of a shiver with blast of cold
air in my face an somethin' whisperin' in my
ear, an says !, who be ye, an what do ye
want ? an all the answer got was, 'Swis-
swis-s swis-' Can't ye speak palmer says
l. 4 don't understand ye.' 'Swis-swis-
swis-swis-,' says the ghost. For the lands
sake, says l, don't whisper you make me
as narvous az q witch. Speak right out loud
now, and mebbe can sense what ye say.
"'spsat an let your wants be known,
Speakin' may relieve ye."
But it wasn't no use talkin' that crittur
wouldn't do nothin' but whisper. Arter a
spell got clear out o. patience.
Yer ought to be ashamed of yerself
says 1. Amt yor got nothing better TO do
then ter keep poor hard-working woman
from her material rest / must say ye don't
show good manners, whoever ye be, BLOWN
cold breaths in body's face, an swis-swis
-swisin' in their ears. l believe yer do it
out Of pure cussednoss. Now jest go back
ter where yer belong, an snuggle down and
keep quiet do yer heart There yer are off
again with yer everlastin' CAB that don't
mean nothin'! Great Moses can't stan
this another minute An l jumped out of
bed an went stompin' round the room as
mad as could be, an that crittur follerin'
close an whisperin' all the way.
"All at once | stepped on a rotten board in
the floor an broke through then was mad
der than ever, for l reckoned I'd twisted my
ankle an as like as not would be laid up withit
fortnight an reached for the lamp an
was was lookin for the hole my foot had
made, when I see somethin' shinin' down
there. / poked round in the rubbish an
picked up silver dollar. an that set me
lookn' closer, an found another. An then,
If yeu'l believe It, right out of that hole, COW
cred all over with dust and cobwebs, an SO
rotten with age that it most fell to pieces in
my hands, | pulled up an old stockin, the
foot chuck full of silver money,-dollars an
half-dollars an quarters, kinder old fashioned
an queer lookin', but reel good money.
was so took up with it, sortin on it out an
countin' it over that 1 forgot all about the
ghost, an when did remember, if you'll be-
lieve me, there wasn't no ghost there. An
what's more, there ha' ut been, from that day
TO this. tied the money up in an old hand
kercher an put it under my piller an went to
bed an to sleep an I've slep' in that little
attic chamber ever since, an I don't ask for
a quieter lodgin'.
81 do suppose it was all along of the mon
ey hid in that stocking that the ghost poster
ed everybody so, an jest as quick as laid
hold on it, it see the silver was in good hands
an went away quiet an peaceable to wait for
the day of judgment.
"Well, gin some of that money to the
missionaries, an me an Jane Curtis had the
rest Mary Spring Corning in GOOD CoBt-
pdny