Arizona weekly enterprise., 1881-12-10
How My GHOST Was LAID.

lie Tell nat on the ground before me, clasped his hands to his forehead, and uttered horrible groan. Never on the stage did murdered villain fall so sud denly or with such whack.
 began to shake all over. I was, in fact, frightened almost to death. Had I killed him? Had I really killed John Rogers 1 was young enough to think it possible. did not then feel quite as ,sure as do now that :" Men have died and worms have eaten them, but not for love-" My 18th birthday was just past, and John Rogers was only 2l. He was not exactly a milk-maid Biddy called him the milk gentleman;" but be mixed his mothers COW, and wss con descending enough to bring 1t to our door in & tin can every evening. We did not keep COW. The railway ran at the foot of our property, and we had had the pleasure Of seeing three Attorneys imnioiated on COW -catchers and, aa Mrs. Rogers remarked that " though she was lady tothe backbone, and iestas goodas anybody in that neighborilood, ef not leetle better. she did not mind letting us have Ter extra milk, we gave up our own expe. iments in cow-keeping and were served by John Rogers Part of the bargain understood, though unexpressed, WAS that the m;ik-bringing was to be taken in tie light of call. A member Of the family received the can, end re- marked sagely that it WAS warm, cold, rainy, or that we needed rain, and asked how Mrs Rogers found herself When one sovereign obliges another great cer- emory IS required.
 l think never shall forget the linen suits, made as well as washed and ironed hy his mamma, in which John Rogers always appeared his head of curly red hair his big blue eyes, very round and wide open; '; his long, Ted hands and wrists, and the length of stocking, ankle ard shoe string which fnished him of. He generally wore pink in his button hole. He was romantic, and had vol ume of Tennyson and another of Tom Moore, which he was fond of quoting; and so we come again to the reason of his falling flat on the ground at my feet in that piece of woodland, and which was called ill the ncighborhood Peck's grove.
 had not been wandering there arm in-arm with John Rogers, but had ! habit of taking my book there on sultry afternoons, and he had fallen into an- other habit of going home that way after serving the milk. Sometimes he had book in his pocket and would take 1t out and favor me with q selection. Lady Clara We're de We're was his favorite. I was not particularly delighted with this attention, but our supply of milk WAS dependent on our civility, and l was civil and so 1t had come to this-John Rogers had proposed to me. There, in 1 the woodland, he had offered me his heart and hand, and ] had said
 "Oh, Mir. Rogers, please don't. IT couldn't possibly think of marrying. I'm too young. Mamma and papa call me their little girl.
 "Never you mind, Celina. Old folks never kin understand young folks is 1 growed up," replied John Rogers. "We Kin wait. We kin keep company year or two I'm in hopes grand ther Il step off by that time, and we'll hev the med der farm. Dunno as we need even ter mention it jest now"
 "Oh, don't mean that, Mir. Rogers" !" I said, in terror. "I don't want to wait. I mean-I"-here I thought of the milk. e. I regard you with the great est respect as neighbor, but--oh, no, Mir. Rogers, don't put your arm around nay waist. I can't allow it butt couldn't think of marrying you at any time.'
 "Hay p cried John Rogers.
 He said it so sharply tdat started
 "Ah, I see that am right !" cried John Rogers. "You've been a-trih1ng with my feelings. You've led me on to this to crush me under your heel. You thort to break country heart for pars- time ere you went to teown."
 "Oh, Mir. Rogers p cried. in des- peration, "you know I'm not going to town we always live here.
 "It's all the same, said John Rogers
 ''You held your course without remorse, To make me trust my modest worth; l And last you fixed vacant stare,
 And sew me with your noble birth,
 Miss Celina Tompkins. Oh, knov you"
 "Dear me, I'm sure it's very dreadful of you to say so, MT. Rogers" I said.
 "Then you repent?' said John Rog CTS. You ain't goin' to yield to thii tions are ministers and doctors they d. feel sot up by it generally, but
 '' Howe'er it be it seems to ms
 , is only noule to be good,
 Kind hearts more than
 Than ctors' signs, and simple
 Faith more than dominies' blood.
 You'll cast aside all them there preju dices of caste and hev me, whether O no?"
 "Oh, no, Mir. Rogers I sobbed "oh, no. I'm sure"-the milk rose be fore my memory again" I'm sure n' family could be more respected thai ] l0I1f ' tO arT-Nyo O all.
 "It's final, then?" said John Rogers
 "Oh, yes, indeed it is. I'm very sor ", but indeed it is, said I.
 Instantly, without warning, Mir. Rog CTS threw his book one way and hi miik-kettle the other, and fell flat befor me in the road.
 2" Get up, MT. Rogers" cried, whel he had been perfectly motionless for ful five minutes. "Oh, get up, get up!"
 And to my relief he answered, bu what he said was really terrible:
 Miss Celna Tompkins
 There etauds specter in your hal,
 The guilt 0. blooi is at yonr door
 You've killed mel"
 Had I killed John Rogers? As said before, I was young enough to be lieve it possible For an hour I staye there poking him with my pink-line parasol, shedding hot tears beggin him to rise He only moaned. Finally as it was growing quite dark, picke up his book and his tin can, put his ha ' on the hack of his head and hurrie home. At the gate I met little bo and gave him 10-eent piece to run an tell Mrs. Rogers that something Ina happened to her son, MT. Rogers, an tbnt she'd better go and look for him i "Peck's grove ;'' and I added 5 cent more not to tell who sent him. Then