Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1882-10-25
WOODSTOCK, VERMONT, OCT. 25, 1882.

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generous, and made present to Pot
ter which prevented him from suffering
anything, aud he was q better heir "a
the old property than Potter would
have been, lie made mo legal man.
ager Of his estate, and We became great
friends, My friend, the hair dresser,
however, had q certain trouble on hi'
mind which he conided TO me.
Ut did not come on In court said
he but did you notice Mr.. Hay
thorne's face when he signed that will
that night9 Close shaved, not spot
on II, not even blue,
Yes said !, Il did
u shaved him after ho was dead,
Mr.. Langley said the hair dresser, In
a hollow voice. u was called In to do
II about midnight, and he had beard
about an inch long, II had been grow
ing ever since he had been taken down.
'If were you, Mr.. Farrcn, ! said,
Il would not mention that TO any one,
or permit Samuel to do 50, ] know il
to be Cact, but it is not fashionable to
believe in ghosts
"A year ago Allan Foster died. lie
lived too high-a gay, wild life
though he was good fellow to the
last. lie never married, The day
before hc passed away he sent for me.
Il shan't be alive Tomorrow, he
said, 'and ] want You to know the
truth.
MY Uncle Haythornc died at half.
past six. | come down to see him by
the five o'clock train, aud went up ia
his room without being seen. No one
was there. lie was awake and going
fast.
Allan he said, you have come to
see me-
Yes, unclc,' l said, Il only heard
you were i'll yesterday
IF you had only come sooner, AL
lan, said he. 'Tve been q fool.
want to change my will. Potter is
sneak. He's anxious to have me die.
l want you to have my money now
Ada's only son.
No matter about the will, said l.
NO matter about the money. can
live by my profession
I've been u prisoner, said the old
man. Il have not been allowed to see
my friends. The doctor is tool OF
Potter's. II am neglected, Allan.
I've been alone two hours, and I want
some water, dreadfully.'
Il gave him the water, and he put
his head on my arm and kissed me.
He died that way. Nobody came near
us, and / kissed him again, and crept
down stairs, but as passed the dining
room l saw Potter and the doctor
stuAing themselves and laughing, and
then and there, what with contempt Of
them. and wish to see my uncle's
last wish carried out, as we'll as the
natural longing for money that seemed
mine by right, l hit upon plan. l
was an actor, as you know, and my
line was 'old men, Moreover, I'm
very like my uncle. l went back to
his room, gave him one more kiss-he
was already cold-took his gown, and
cap, and slippers from the wardrobe,
made myself up, and came to you.
You know the rest. I've nobody to
leave my money to. Potter is dead.
You are rich man yourself. I'd have
been the heir in course of time, prob
ably, at any rate. Suppose we give
this money to an asylum. Nobody
has a legal right to it,
I'll make will for you to that ef-
fect,' said I, and so I did.
Mr.. Langley said he, after the will
was executed, you don't owe me a
grudge for having been fooled, do you:'
ALLAN I answered, Il was fooled
1 don't deny it, but l guessed it in a
week, and I've felt sure of it for a
good many years. I'll keep the secret.
Get well, my boy-get well, old
friend.
But he died, and the asylum has the
property, and Mr.. Farren still believes
that he and his apprentice witnessed
the will of Mr.. Haythorne's ghost.
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