Los Angeles herald., 1891-04-29
TIM SULLIVAN'S GHOST.
"Whose ghost is thatY"

just awakened by the noise of clanking
chains in his bedroom. The window
curtain was up, and the light from a
quarter moon shed soft but clear light
upon all the objects in the room. The
ghost was walking up and down the
apartment, wrapped in clean, white,
sheety looking costume and dragging a
long chain, which was fastened to its
waist, and which made weird noise at
every movement Of the ghost.
The ghost stopped on hearing Donnel-
ly's question, and, turning its head to-
ward the bed, gazed with mournful eyes
upon Peter, and, after one long look, it
took up its walk again. The face which
Donnelly 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, "Is that you,
Tim?"
The ghost, without stopping in its
walk or turning its head, nodded assent;
whats upY said Peter.
And then the ghost broke its silence
and answered, 'Tm 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 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 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. If /
had been able, I would have raised me in
me coffin and welted the head of him
never moind, I've me eye on him. IT'S
true, tits dead eye, but he'll hear from
me yet"
''Then what worries you, Tim, that
you're strolling about when it's time for
all 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. I 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 can do for the repose u
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 saw
him down below. Do you know, Peter,
,that he's bigger man than the mayor
or wen the chief of polace?"
"A,d have you seen the divil, Tim?'
aAv c, ourse l have"
"And W. nat did he say to you?"
"Well, yo.7 see, it was after had me
ass.when as on me way here, when
he was cominL-, along with a whole
crowd Of his folks, and they stopped me,
and widout word hey took me by the
arm and escorted me right to the dlvll
himself, and the divil he says to me,
very politely like, What IS your name,
sir? And answered him at onct, Tim
Sullivan, your honor Then says ne,
Where are you golngY Then says l, :!
was thinking of going back to me oid
home for a Bit Then says he, Have
you your pass wild your 1 says, 'Y1s,
your honor and up and shows it to
him. He took one squint at it, but he
would not touch it, and I seen him shake
q 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 I was the finest gintleman in the
land, and was left alone in the twink
ling Of an eye. Oh, the divil is born
gintleman, Peter, and any man who
says anything agin him is no friend OF
mine, and 1 tell you that for your own
good, Peter Donnelly."
"Well, well, Tim Sullivan, have 1t
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 ye, Tm% X
"I hardly know if I can trust the sa'
cret wild ye, Peter, but I've bean casting
me eye-me dead eye'-you know, al
around me, and I 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
I need a live man to help"
.Will man risk in the job, Tim, o.
is it only the putting some blaguart
out of the way who's disturbing you
pace Of mind? If it is the Last, Tim
you can count on me, but no daling
with your gintiemanly frind the divil
if you place, Tim Sullivan. I'm no
that kind Of man."
'sAn right, Peter" said the ghost
~san6 by your leave, TN take chair
And new, you reminder Pat O'Rourke'
wake. do you not? where Brannagil
sclaned out the medicine bottles after tn
whisky was gone"
"Yis," said Peter, 81 remember !
right we'll, for me cousin Judy Flanigal
broke her leg in falling over the corpse
"Well," said the ghost, 81, that night
promised the WILDLY the prisint OF nm
fat SOW, with hope Of allaviatlng tn
sorrow Of Mrs. O'Rourke bit. Now,
clane forgot that promise, and the conse
auence was that I got me pass, and wa
iaving Purgatory on the run, when wh
shouid ] run acrost but Pat ORourke
sHello,' says he, fare you offy sYis, say
i, and I'm in divh Of hurry Inn ~