Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1886-12-15
No. 39-SPOOKS.
The Fright of Lovely Lady in q
Prominent Butte Hotel Stirred
I'm Memories of Ghosts.

It was at an hour earlier than that when
graveyards yawn, and besides, it was not
adjacent to any graveyard. Yet it was
sufficiently after nightfall for a very active
ghost to begin to move around lively. 1t
was fitting night, too, for these things OF
mist, through which only the silver bullet
nodded by the witches Of story has ever
penetrated.
There were perhaps twenty guests-all
masculine sitting in the hotel office. Two
newspaper men we're at the counter talking
with the genial host, who had rather tell a
yarn at any time than eat meal, or kiss
q pretty girl. The group here and there
we're merrily engaged in chat, or perhaps.
some unfortunate one of them, like one OF
the newspaper men, was thinking, "Oh,
my! what will the outcome be?" If he
was, it is surely safe to bet that he is a be-
in the twinkling of star. like the crack OF
doom, shrek, long, loud and piercing,
rent the very walls of the hall. and fell
upon the unprepared drums OF each man, g
ears like the sudden bursting OF bomb
shell in Virginia Methodist meeting house.
Oh! it was long drawn out and q shud.
der breeding WALL and as it's waves rolled
over and over, and ruffied the listening
surface of the air, short. deep, choking,
hOrrid gulps OF mOurns, crOwding each
other lest the last be unheard, came roll
ing, t,,mbling, huddling down the stairway
ending in thud-like sound, when beauti
full lady fell PROSTATE in the office door
way, near the foot of the steps, and laid
there gasping and trembling. And how
she was trembling!
But only for the fractional part OF one
second was she there. Quick as the pan
toward her. Then, lifted up. supported
famed and dashed with water by a gray
haired veteran OF many battles, she stood
But no word save q choking broken effort
to speak, escaped her.
The landlord, who for the first time il
his life stopped yarn to become serious
parted aud darted through the crowd ik'
a BRIDEGROOM bounds to his chamber. Fol
minute nobody recognized the sufferer
In another minute the smooth-faced clerl
and the popular reporter, led by the land
| lord with a lantern, bore the now partf,
recovered lady on the stairway to room
80. Brave men followed. each trying t.
get ahead to fight the females battle, 81
brave men should do. One who had bee,
sitting on the upper porch ran like Il ca
up and along the banister. darted dow
the hallway and through the yard, an,
hauled up in the neighborhood OF Broad
way. Another, in his bedroom when tn
shrek first broke the quiet OF the uppe
halls, hero-like walked out and in voice a
steady y as Napoleon at Austerlitz, asked
"What the devil is up?" Meantime tn
curious below were furious in their anxiet
to know something, hear something, lear
or do something, and for a compromise i
their bewilderment stepped out and too
three drinks.
Presently the ruddy-faced landlor
walked slowly back. He stood for a secon
or two in the center of the floor, while a
around him waited with bated breath t
hear ''what was up." "Well, that wa
either q robber or u darned clean piece {
acting-or, maybe, it was a ghost," an
until this hour that landlord has sal
nothing more-not even smole a smile, G
told yarn, which latter fact gives test
mony to the intensity of his feelings.
1t was reserved for a newspaper man, Il
best detectives and human ierrets beneat
the dag. as they are, to eniighten the an!