St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-06-21
position directly before Pembroke, said in

| Inc ghost leered at MI. PeVenSey In a
manner most provoking to the latter's dig
nifty, and then said calmly: ''You used to
treat your wife and daughter shamefully,
Pen; you were a perfect brute. Your wife
died III poverty, and your daughter TOOK TO
the stage. You don't believe it? Well, Ill
tell you what I'll do; Just to convince you
I'll give you something that will cause you
to see people and things as you used to do
put you back where you were about-let
me see-thirty years ago."
MI. PevenSey began to reflect that ne
was powerless to harm his visitor and re-
treated to his chair, where he meditated In
silence for some minutes on this singular
proposition. At length curiosity to learn
OF his former existence got the better OF his
scruples, and, looking up to the expectant
ghost, he exclaimed, cpl do it,"
No sooner were the words spoken than
Mr. Pevensey was alone, gazing about IN
wOnderment and pinching himself TO make
sure that he was not dreaming or III
trance. After this proceeding he uttered
divers EXPLANATIONS expressive OF his aston
lshment, and then relapsed into silence.
The rain still continued and the CLOCK was
as perverse as ever in its efforts to outdo It's
outside rival; in short, the same influences
that had brought the semi-sleep on Mr.. Pc
long he was nodding, oppressed by a strange
feeling of lethargy that made him utterly
oblivious to his surroundings and to the
flight OF time. The fire burned lower and
lower and the clock chimed IL. The morn
ing hours dragged on, and at last the sun
Shone forth ON muddy streets and dripping
caves sending ray in at the window full
on the slumberer'S face. He opened his
eyes slowly and gazed about him with an
expression of establishment. Slowly he
rose from his chair and walked to the win
dow.
How did come here?" he muttered.
"BilPs dive-the fight-the knife-a white
room with cots We'll, blow mep'
This last exclamation was called forth by
the discovery of his own gold watch and
chain ''Aint she beauty?" he asked
himself, taking it out and examining it
closely. ''The Hooker must come down
handsome for that-handsome! Where did
l get such fly toys, anyhow" he continued,
surveying himself with unbounded delight
and admiration. 'But, I say, I've been
asleep, thOugh-and. what's more, right
here in this festive mansion. There's some
mystery here-Some dark and awful nlys-
terv."
This last was uttered in hoarse whisper
and accompanied by furtive glances around
the room; nothing presenting itself in any
way explaining his situation, he stole eau
tiouSly out into the hall, seized his hat, hur-
rledly unlocked the door, and passed out
into the street. His bewilderment was now
increased tenfold. He began to think he
had been transported to another city.
Them poles with wires-what are they
fOr?" he asked of passer-by.
The man regarded him with amazement.
tapped his forehead significantly, and passed
on without answering. Mr.. Pevensey was
dumfOunded. Was he in the spirit world?
Had that last brawl been the cause of his
demise? 1t seemed likely; and yet no;
there was the name Of his street; he would
seek his own house, and have an explana-
ton of the affair. Yes, there it was at last.
It had not changed, at least; the same steps,
the same door, as there that he remem-
bered leaning against so often late at night,
and observing the two whirling lamp-posts
on the corner. He assembled the steps and
tried the door. Not up yet. He must
ring. At the summons step was heard in
the hallway, and sleepy servant peered
out from the half-opened door.
80, it's you, is it, Mr.. Pevensey?" said
James.
| NO" said Mr.. Pevensey, sit Amt me, is
it? Now, my fine teller, will-you tell me
| wot yer adOin' in my house, hey?"
| James was aStOniShed. Mr.. Pevehsey
receiving no answer, thrust the man aside,
marched past him, and entered the parlor.
| He was past being astonished now, and
! simply regarded the furniture of the room
with mild wonder.
| ''Tll just wait here till somebody comes;
and then maybe the devil wont be to pay,
| O, no."
He could hear footsteps and whisperings
in another room. Evidently James had
aroused the household. After some time
the door was timidly opened and Miss
Emory peered in. Seeing Mr. Pevensey
she rushed in, and, flingmg herself upon
him, said, Historically:
| 0, Penny! what is it; what has hap
pened? Explain this untimeIy visit. You
are not drunk! O., tell me you are not
drunkp
MI. Pevensey was utterly overcome Dis
engaging himself as quickly as possible and
somewhat rudely from his lovely burden, he
stood gazing at Miss Emory in blank amaze
ment, muttering to himself, ''Well. Pm
blOwedp' and sundry other CALCULATIONS eX-
presSive of his establishment at this unprec-
edented and unlooked-for procedure on the
part of one whom he regarded as total
| stranger
| "NOw, my fine woman, what's the mean
| ing OF all this? Whose house do you think
this is, anyway? Where is my wife and
daughter"
Miss Emory shrank back and gazed at
him in horror, eXclaiming: Hes intoxi-
Gated! Penny's intoxicated! James, put
him out!'
James made his appearance and eyed Mr..
Pevensey furtively, but made no movement
toward carrying out the order. evidently
fearing that he would not be equal to the
task.
80, it's all right" said Mr.. Pevensey.
cpl go, but I'll come back, and, what's
more, with the arm of the law" Saying
which, Mr.. Pevensey, holding his own arm
aloft to emphasize and illustrate his words,
strobe from the apartment.
| 1t is plain to the reader by this time that
the ghost had executed his strange purpose
and to Nh. Pevensey's extreme bewilder-
ment.
A well-dresSed young woman passed him
| at corner where he stood gazing vacantly
| and furtively about him whom he recognized
| at once as his daughter. He started after
her rapidly, at the same time calling to her
to stop. She turned hurriedly and looked
at him, then walked FASTER and as he in
creased his pace and seemed determined to
overtake her she gave a scream and in a
moment Mr.. Pevensey was roughly seized
by passing policeman and borne away in
! spite of his protestationS that it was his
daughter, and he merely wanted to speak
with her moment His suilen manner
was not softened as he was thrust into the
somewhat narrow and uncomfortable room
appointed for such characters at the station
house and informed that his trial would oc-
cur at o'clock in the morning.
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| As on the rrnviouc morning Mr. Pavan