Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-02-27

it enter by the disused stairway, and
heard it speak. What it said was:
"Darling, I would die for you! I
would risk all to meet you !"
"We could look no longer, Miss"
said Abby Jane. ''We thought we
should take spasms."
Miss Pettigrew rubbed her nose.
"This is unpleasant" she said. Seer
tainly, the ghost was an officer, and my
own Aunt Lydia declared that she saw
him. That was before her daughter,
Grace, eloped with Good gracious
I have It'll"
"What. Miss?" cried Abby Jane.
can Idea !" said Miss Pettigrew.
"Girls, you may take mattress on the
parlor floor tonight, and hold your
tongues until tomorrow morning"
The police force of was not
large, but that night two of its members
stood concealed behind the largest apple
trees in the orchard at the east of Miss
Pettigrew's house. They were No. -
and No. IA. These figures glittered on
their cap bands.
Within, on the other side of the gar
ret door, Miss Pettigrew, in o lowered
dressing gown, stood listening intently.
The moonlight flooded the old garnet.
Stern and strong OF mind as she was,
Miss Pettigrew felt a cold shudder run
up her spine. It was now quarter to
II. Soon the old clock in the hall be-
low croaked, rolled and struck the hour.
At that instant faint creaking was
heard. A door opened-.not the stair
door, the one into the hall-and figure,
all in white, stole in and sat down on a
great box. Itwas very ghostly. "Ugh !"
shuddered Miss Pettigrew. 81 declare
feel scary." Hank another faint
creaking. The door to the mysterious
stairway opened softly and figure en-
tered. It was dressed in a soldiers uni
form. It wore a sword, but it's face
its awful face, though it bore the feat
ures of a man, was of an awful ghostly
white, lips and all, enlivened only by two
great black eyes, that glared about
them.
Miss Pettigrew shivered until the
door ratified. The next instant the two
ghosts ran into each others arms. An
other instant, and the stair door was
opened with bang, and Officer No. II
followed Officer No IA into the garnet,
each armed with club.
"Ghost or not I'm quite safe now"
said Miss Pettigrew, and opened the
garrett door with her kerosene lamp in
her hand.
$50 we've caught you," said Officer
No. II.
"And we'll find how ghosts like being
locked up in JAIL" said Officer No. IA,
as he pulled q wet handkerchief with
two holes in it from the ghosts face, and
revealed a very pale human counter
ance, adorned by mustache which had
most carefully -waxed points, and, under
other circumstances, might have been
very fierce, indeed.
"And this young woman-your ser
want, most ikely-shal we arrest her
along with the burglar? Do you make
charge against her, Miss Pettigrew?"
At these words the female ghost, who
had hitherto done nothing but wiring its
hands, tore from its form the sheet in
which it was enveloped and revealed the
face and figure of Miss Elsie Walker,
who instantly went down on her knees
at the feet of Miss Pettgrew.
"He is not burglar, dear Miss Pet
tigrew. We were neither of us doing
anything dishonest. It's Capt. Slasher,
to whom I am engaged. Pa wouldn't
let us meet as we wished, so we had to
meet as we could, and the dress and dis
guise were only assumed to save me If
we were seen by any one. Don't-dont
don't arrest my Alfred for a thief,
when it is only bis great love for me
that that-tbat-"
Here Miss Walkers voice failed her
and she became hysterical, and Capt.
Slasher was heard to say, rather family
and nervously:
"Be calm, Elsie, be calm"
"Officers," said Miss Pettigrew, 81
am sorry to waste your time, but will
you be seated-take some boxes, pray
until I summon another person"
And Miss Pettigrew sailed from the
room and returned, ten minutes later,
with old Mr. Walker, hastily clad in his
dressing-gown on whose appearance the
gallant Captain grew pale, and Miss
Elsie wrung her hands again.
"A pretty piece Of business, indeed !"
said Mr.. Walker.
eyes, SIR said Miss Pettigrew,
"pretty, indeed. Here is decent young
man-ln the army, L suppOse-who is
driven to sneaking up back stairs into a
garnet to pay attention to respectable
young lady who prefers to receive him
in the parIor. Now, if that young lady
loses her character, whose fault is it, sir?
The fault of those who drove her to it.
We are old, Mr.. Walker, but we have
been young. I'm single, but-and Miss
Pettigrew drew out her pocket-handker-
chief have heart ! I should have
been somebody's wife twenty-five years
ago if I had had the spirit that girl has;
but was meek and submissive and
no matter. If you really have nothing
serious against that young man, hadn't
you better let him marry your daughter,
Mr.. Walker ?"
"Perhaps I had, Amelia-I mean,
Miss Pettigrew," said the old gentle
man.