The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-05-14
TIM SULLIVANS GHOST

WIS Silu Oy feU0r DOnnelly, VINO
was sitting up in his bed. having been
just awakened by the noise of clanking
chains in his bedroom. The window
curtain was up, and the light from a
4uarter moon shed soft but clear light
apon 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,
Tm?"
The ghost. without stopping in its
walk or turning its head, nodded assent:
What's 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 l 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, 1.-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 nh I Il
me coffin and welted the head of him
never moind, I've me eye on him. 'Tis
true, It's 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. l 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 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 a 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 even the chief of polace?''
And have you seen the divil. Timy''
Av course have"
And what did he say to your
well. you see. it was after had me
pass, when | was on me way here. when
he was coming along with whole
crowd of his folks, and they stopped me.
and widout a 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,
sirT And | answered him at onct, Tim
Sullivan. your honor Then says he,
Where are you going" Then says [, 4
was thinking of going back to me old
home for a Bit Then says he, Have
you your pass wild your l says, 'Yis,
your honor, and | 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
rs if l 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 | tell you that for your own
good, Peter Donnelly."
well. we'll Tim Sullivan, have it
your own way. Divil word will say
AGAINST the 1ivil saainO as ha 10 q friaDd
of me old friend Tim Sullivan: but what
can do for ye, Tim?''
II hardly know if l can trust the sa-
cret wild ye, Peter, but I've been casting
enc eye-me dead eye'-you Snow, all
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"
will 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 dalinys
with your gintlemanly frind the divil.
if you plaze, Tim Sullivan. I'm not
that kind of a man
"An right, Peter" said the ghost.
'-and by your leave, I'll take chair.
And now. you reminder Pat OsRourke's
wake, do you not? where Brannagin
claned out the medicine bottles after the
whisky was gone" go
'.Yis." said Peter, 81 remember it
right well, for me cousin Judy Flanagan
hroke her leg in falling over the corpse.
''Well, = ssid the ghost, ~, that night,