The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-05-05

strong church prejudices, "you can do as you like, but if Kathie was my girl, she wouldn't see no ghosts. She's as smart girl 'sI ever seen."
 "It's right ye are there !" said Barry, the compliment to his pretty Kathie almost oblitering the obnoxious re- marks regarding "images and picters." "
 Just here Bert Daily, tall youth of about twenty and as loquacious as his mother, came swinging in and dropped in lazy heap on the floor. Neigh bors said Bert had inherited his fath- CTS good for nothingness and his mothers brisk tongue. It was & most exasperating combination to the ever busy Mrs. Daily, and she exclaimed;
 "There, you lazy bones! Come in to rest again, have you? You're the tiredest critter ever seen."
 "Seen Barry, and thought I'd come in for a chat," replied Bert com- posedly.
 "Well, he's got yarn to tell that beats all creation" chuckled Mrs. Daily, as she poured the cake batter into pan, put 1t in the oven and slammed the door with a bang that made Barry jump.
 At Bert's request, Barry repeated his story-th time with better effect. Bert jumped up and clapped his hands in delight. The young man had plenty ofenergy in the direction of fun.
 "If that sin't just the richest thing p he exclaimed. "Say, Barry, whatll you give me to lay him out for youp"
 Barry looked doubtfully at the gleeful young man.
 "The ghost, mean" explained Bert. "Course it's some man, sneak in around to steal somethin'. Pll come over this evenin' horseback, an if Kathie sees him again, I'll bet my boots Pll ketch him."
 Barry assented to Bert's plan as he rose to go, because he wanted to prove to the young sinner that it was no mortal man who appeared to them.
 "Good- bye" said Mrs. Daly, wiping her floury hands on her clean, white apron, before offering 1t to her depart ing caller. "Tell Mrs. Barry l do hope she'll come up soon an fetch the little girls, an Pll really try to get down to your place fore Christmas. But If do say it, as l shouldn't, it's like drawin' a tooth to get away from home, there's always so much cleanin' an the like to do. Folks as never clean up, like-like some of our neigh bors, MT. Barry, has time to gad about but Pll try to get out. Do come again, MT. Barry, but get rid O that ghost immediately if not sooner. Ila, ha! !"
 MT. Barry laughed feebly in unison with Mrs. Daily, and hastily saying good bye, slipped off "before her tongue got to wagging again." as he told his wife on his return.
 "I niver seen the bate of her !" he exclaimed. "She 8 talkin' agin the howly virgin, am the like, an her tongue goin' that fast I couldn't even tell her what thought of such blas- phemy."
 That evening Bert Daly rode over at dusk, and hitched his horse in a It. tie hollow to young poplar, and joined the family circle in the living room. According to plan, Kathie was sent out on some errand. She went out reluctlantly and hastened back. She was at the door when she gave the scream now familiar to the family. Bert rushed to the door and out in the direction Kathie's shaking hand pointed. He saw no one. He mounted his horse and rode furiously in every direction for a long distance, but saw no man nor the shadow of 6 man. Tired out and vexed at himself for his voluntary search, he rode back to MT. Barry's and exclaimed:
 "Nonsense, Barry! There isn't any man around! Kathie has imagined 1t all. Pm going home and to bed. Good night"
 "Good night, thin," said Barry, genially.
 "An' mine yet, Bert, I niver said as ther was a man around. Twas yer silf as said thot! It's nothin' more nor less than a ghosts, Tve said all along, an belave it now morn iver before. But Barry's ghost shan't trouble none O my neighbors. He's got purpose a-walkin' here, an we'll find it out, an then he'll lay quiet"
 Bert laughed and rode away. Next day being Sunday, he spent it indus triously circulating the story of Barry's ghost. The days passed, and Kathie still suffered from the phan- tom. It now appeared to her at any time and place, and she grew hys- tericky and pale.
 "See here, Kathie, darlin'," said Barry, one day. "It's likely the ghost wants 10 say somethin'. Pears like Pve heard the mortal must speak first. This bein' my first experience wid lem, l ain't right sure of the eticat of the matter. Anyhow, Kathie, dear, do you say to him next time, What is