The morning call., 1891-10-30

night, but in the morning there was not even
a rat track on the floor. | was dunn
founded. as | thought at first friend might
have been playing a prank on me. That
night was reused out of a sound sleep by a
crash upstairs. | went up to see what was
the matter, and found that one OF the doors
had been lifted bodily off the hinges and
thrown to the floor. l stood the door against
the wall and had scarcely turned my back
when it fell again, with another resounding
crash.
THE ghost next came upon the kitchen
porch, and through the window, outlined
against the moonlight | saw the shadowy
form. but not distinctly enough to describe
it. The spook was whistling 'Hush-a- bye,
baby and quite charmed me with its music
When l went out to shoe it away it disap-
ptared, and accompanying the sounds of its
retreatiEg footsteps down the garden path
was peal of fiendiSh and uncanny laughter
a few nights later, when | was return
ing home, my wife being away, l was as
tonished on nearing the house to see it all
burning IN every window. Wondering who
could be home l entered only to find the
entire house In darkness. Going outside to
look again l found the windows still lighted
up. but inside it WAS pitch dark. did not
STAY at home that night.
Another time the bed in which / slept
was lifted up and set down violently in the
middle OF the flor BY the same unseen and
mysterious agency that few days pre-
viGusly had thrown down the door. The
next day | moved away"
A GHOSTS DEADLY SHOT.
AL Lewis, he of ''old cattleman" fame.
was brimful of tales Of hobgOblins. "Tell
you of one when | was out on the plains
l was herding up in the Big Horn Valley in
Wyoming. My bard, Bill jackson, was
with me. We were making pot Of coffee.
All around US was dead level prairie. You
could see for miles in any direction. Not
q living thing excepting our horses and a
small bunch of cattle was in sight. Sud-
denly l heard a rifle shot ring out clear and
sharp. Bill just keeled over as dead as a
door rail. | could see nobody, hear moth
ing more. yet there, few yards in front of
me, lay my partner Bill, a little round Die
In his forehead from which blood was squirt
ing. Bill, few years before, had killed q
man at Deadwood, and the fellow, before
dying, vowed that ne would come back from
the grave and kill Bill. and so help me. be-
leve that be kent his word, and that Bill
was murdered by ghost"
THE HEADLEss HoRsEMAN.
Ever hear of the headless h0rseman Of
Christian County, Mo- began Homer
BassfOrd Of the Ozark Mountain country.
THAT was a ghost as was ghost. Many
years ago Sheriff Johnston of Christian
County was murdered in tine woods while
chasing Il gang of mOOnshiners. His badly,
minus lne uedu, was IOuuu lew uhyS after
ward, bnt the head was never discovered.
Ever since that time, just at midnight, the
hour of poor JOhnston's assassination, if
you go down on Rock Creek, you'll be
startled by the strangest and weirdest sight
eyes ever beheld. 1t is the phantom of a
big gray horse galoping aimlessly through
the woods. Astride its back is the figure Of
a man without head. The body's long
arms are dangling down to either side of
the ghOstly steed. and the hands sweep
through the dead leaves that cover the un-
derbrush with gruesOme, rusting sound
that raises your hair. 1t is the ghost of
Johnston searching for mis- head, and the
people down there in Christian County say
that he will never stop riding until lie
finds ii"
WHAT KILLED THEM
Bill Lewis, a brother of him Of Dan Qun
nOtoriety, told flesh-freezer about his ex-
peTience in Il Western city as police re-
porter. There were three sudden and
mysterious deaths in the County Jail, all
within the period of week, not so many
moons ago. The first was a woman serving
a sentence of six months from the Federal
Court for selling liquor without a license
down in Tavey County, Mexico The
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