The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-04-18
TIM SULLIVAN'S GHOST.

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|chains in his bedro ON. The window
tcurtain was up, and the light from a
|ouarter moon shed a SC 1t but clear light
Eupon all the objects in the room. The
5ghost was walking upt and down the
anartment. wrapped in a clean, white,
sheety looking costume and dragging
long chain, which was fastened to its
waist and which made weird noise at
every movement Of tine ghost.
The ghost stopped, on hearing Donnel-
5ly's question, and, turning its head to-
ward the, bed, e.azed with mournful eyes
upon Peter, and, after one long look, it
took NO its walk again. Theface which
Donneily saw was, enough TO satisfy him
that the ghost was no other than that of
his old friend Tim Sullivan. So, reas-
sured, Peter sang out, as that you,
Tim"
The ghost, without stopping in its
walk or turning dts head, nodded assent:
"Whats up% said Peter.
And then the ghost broke its silence
and answered, I'm up, and that's what's
the matter"
Didn't they wake you properly, Tim?
/ was there, and | thought we did it in
STYLE. There were a.fine lot of broken
heads at the wake, and my own was one
of them"
"Yis, yis," said the ghost, ''the wake
was all right, and l thank the boys for
the way they behaved; though I'll say it
now, that didn't like the way of that
Dan Flaherty making love to my wildly
right before my eyes, as it were. II
had been able, would have raised me in
me coffin and welted the head of him
never moind, I've me eye on him. IT'S
true, it's a dead eye, but he'll hear from
me yet"
"Then what worries you, Tim, that
you're strolling about when it's time for
ell honest dead men to be quiet? Are
you not out of purgatory yet, after al
the money your sorrowing wildly has
paid Father Malone for candles and
masses -
"Yis, yis; that's all right. 1 got me
pass two weeks ago"
Then, in the name of the divil, what
do you want, Tim Sullivan, trapesing
around in those nightclothes? And if
it's anything l can do for the repose of
your soul just say the word, Tim, and
for ould friendships sake I'll do it as
sure as me names Pete Donnelly."
''Tut, tut, Peter Donnelly; don't use
the name of the divil so familiar like
you don't know him. He is much big
ger man than / thought him till l saw
him down below. Do you know, Peter,
that he's bigger man than the mayor
or even the chief of polace:'
"And have you seen the divil, Tim?"
cav course have"
And what did he say to you?"
"Well, you see, it was after had me
pass, when was on me way here, when
he was coming along with a whole
crowd of his folks, and they stopped me,
and widout word they took me by the
arm and escorted me right to the divil
himself, and the divil he says to me,
very politely like, what is your name,
sir? And l answered him at onct, Tim
Sullivan, your honor Then says he,
Where are you gong? Then says !, Il
was thinking of going back TO me old
home for bit Then says he, Have
you your pass wild you? l says, 'Yis,
your honor and l up and shows it to
him. He took one squint at it, but he
would not touch it, and | seen him shake
a bit when his eye caught the sign of
the cross, and then he says to me, All
right, Mr.. Sullivan and taking his hat
Off he made me most polite bow, jest
as if was the finest gintleman in the
land, and Twas left alone in the twink
ling of an eve. Oh, the divil is born
gintleman, Peter, and any man who
says anything agin him is no friend of
mine, and l tell you that for your own
good, Peter Donnelly."'
well, well, Tim Sullivan, have it
your own way. Divil word will say
against the divil, seeing as he is friend
of me old friend Tim Sullivan; but what
can do for We, TIM
Il hardly know if / can trust the sa-
cret wild We, Peter, but I've been casting
me eye-me dead eye'-you know, all
around me, and l can think of no friend
of mine but You, Peter, who has the
courage to take the job in hand that I've
come for. can do the most of it, but
need live man TO help"
"Nlll man risk In the job, Tim, or
is it only the putting some blaguard
out of the way who's disturbing your
pace of mind? If it is the last, Tim,
you can count on me, but no dalings
with Your gintleInanly frind the divil,
if you place, Tim Sullivan. I'm not
that kind Of a man"
'All right, Peter said the ghost,
''and by Your leave, I'll take a chair.
And now, You reminder Pat O'Rourke's
wake, do You not? where Brannagin
claned out the medicine bottles after the
whisky was gone"
''Yis," said Peter, 81 remember it
right well, for me cousin Judy Flanagan
broke her leg in falling over the corpse. F"
well" said the ghost, ~. that night.
promised the WILDLY the prisint of a fine
fat sow, with hope of alaviating the
sorrow Of Mrs. O'Rourke bit Now.
clane forgot that promise, and the conse-
quence was that got NE pass, and was
laving Purgatory on the run, when who
should / run acrost but Pat O'Rourke.
Hello says he, are you off, 'Yis, says
I, and I'm in divil of hurry. Tim,
says he. did you send the fat sow tbss