The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1882-12-31

arrived on Christmas eve, and
brought with him some of the
ladies of the London court, and his
trusty page, Skillet. This unctious
young man was the very paragon of
court flunkies = tall and lank in
figure; stiff, straight, precise and
exact to mathematical hair
line IN attitude and gesture; prim,
and exceedingly nee in his toilet.
His clothes fitted his smooth form
like gaZelle its skin. In move
ment he was silent as a gliding
phantom, and yet SO swift and
punctual that he seemed almost
Omnipresent. He was never absent
when needed, and never present at
the wrong time. He had the faculty
of being everywhere, and yet was
never in anybody's way.
On the roadside at Woodlands
was the village tavern, called the
Stag and Hounds. On Christmas
night, the parlor and tap-room of
the inn were filed with noisy and
half-drunken guests. In the tap
room a gigantic fire blaZed in the
CRATE, and threw a lurid light over
the apartment, aud shOne upon the
faces of a group of five men who
We're drinking at one of the tables.
One was speaking in a low, mysteri-
GUS voice, the others listening with
eager ears and open mouths. They
were farm laborers and had come to
the tavern to pass the holiday in a
drinking spree. The speaker was
Tim Sadler. short, stout fellow in
smock frock, with a broad, good
humored face. He said: I've
card Nv that ere ghost zitin, in tn
belfry porch hever zince 1 kin re-
member. It's a. hold man we wife
air, drist like a prast. e zits
there heVery New Ears heve an
pfnts hOut hinto the graveyard with
is grit long bOny vinger, as tho e
would Ia
Prepar T. die.
ThaTe you mus lieio
"Ho! that his hofull" cried a very
tall, pale-faced man. "Bit hi 'ev
'eard Wus thin that about wat zap
pens on New Ears heve. Hi
woodn't goo drew the worst hon New
Ears heve at twelve a clock vor all
tn dukes muney an is 'orSes into
t. bargain"
Tell s wat it his" said two or
three at once.
"Well," he said, hi We card thit-
bit. hi "a, Its ha' another tankard
Ov hale hif hi m ia tell hit, TIA
stranthen hour naryes. Hi tel e,
hits a dreffal konsarn ov it,
0, zartinly," said the rest, and
the pewter mug was thumped upon
the table. TIE landlord appeared,
and with smiling face took the
order, and soon returned with
the foaming beverage. While the
group were taking drink from the
J 1iug, the landlord sat down at the
sable and said: eli gay, men, ave
e card about wat wuz zeen in tn
vorest las mite ?"
"Zeen in tn yorest las mite ?''
said Tim; emo; wut wuz hit, land
lord?"
so, there's zumit gwaain ''appen
hit t. 'ouse. Howl's duen't scrachner
dogs duen't owl hit twelve a'klolz
hit mite, yer nuthin."
The man with a pale face
winked knowingly at Tim, and then
said: "Tell's Wut hit his, landlord.
We bent tn men t. be frightened
be a mouse. Bit ere Duties tax
another pull to strauthen y'rnarveS
hill pay yer tn mex, cuz hits mi
tarn."
The mug was passed around, and
the landlord said: eli can't tel
hit es good es Jim Stiles-'e's hin
tn mex room. Hill call 'em him"
In another minute the said jim
Stiles was ushered in by the land
lord. Jim was first asked to drink
which he did, and emptied the
tankard, which was reflled by the
obliging landlord. And without
further ceremony, Jim, who haG
told the story six times before dur
| ing the evening, began: Hit was
mi tarn t. be nightwatch hin tn
vOrest las night, an about u a'klok
vile hi WIZ passin' Crutch OLA
hi iced tight thit vroze my blud
pertin'er. Rite standin' hin the
moonlight, hunder a tree, houtzidt
ev tn grotto, hi iced too vigers
| One wuz a tall, black viger, we ;
black cloak on, we ony 'af a face
" lite an ther 'af black-the top par
Nv is face wus black, an is hiz;
glared like Goals Nv vier. e &C
too 'orns on is 'ead, an hi iced tai
| between is lags, 'angin' dowI
behind in. TIL tother wun WI.
a viger zhaped like a hooman, an
| hit 'ad hon a cloak an God hove
'er 'ead. Zhe 'ad a worked zticl
hin 'er and; an 'er harm wuz bare
an zhe 'ad long znagey vingers."
Slit Wuz tn devil an witch,
said jim.
"That's gest 'ow tha' looked" an
swered Tim.
"Did 'er ave d work ?" asked on
of the men.
"No' hi didn't wv a york, bit Z
geed tn wich zummit thit look
gist lick goold, q col 'an'ful Nv it..
Did hit spake?" asked jim.
Is HI card en- "a, a m0oest nj
a Whisper, mate me hon New Ear
heve, wen tn church bell tolls We
. pra'rs.' En- then e zed, sbegone!
En- wat de think? begorl boot
on 'em vanished AVA"
Wat de think ev that ?" sal
the landlord.
"Hi blaYe hit wuz zatan an
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