Kansas agitator. [volume] (Garnett, Kan.) 1890-1905, 1891-01-26

alive-very much allVc-lt-1U-DlueS!
'Oh, no, ma'am," answered Jane,
glowing with sudden enlightenment,
1--WE don't never have none of them
nasty things in our BEDS"
"Then sohat is a?"
"Well, if you must know" replied
Jane, with the air of one struggling
vainly with the inevitable, Though it is
worth as much as my place is worth to
tell you-it's ghosts"
Ghosts-baugh! Really the ignor-
ance of the lower classes is colossal;
clearly our public school system is far
from perfect, but what could be ex-
pected from girl called Sabina?
have always thought there was great
deal in a name, and don't in the least
care what that playwriting person may
have said to the contrary. There is
something in name which insensibly
molds the character; mine is Sarah
Margaret.
"Ghosts, Jane, ghosts, when it has
been clearly demonstrated by the Soci-
ETY. for Psychical Research that there
are no such thing as ghosts"
cit was the gambler, ma'am, what
lived here before it was made into
sanitarium," Jane went on, with ire
pressible volubility; "they was playing
poker, an he was killed, an every night
every night-his ghost ="
"Jane, enough Of this folly-go, my
good girl, and tomorrow Twill loan you
work on the Illogicalness of Supersti-
ton"
Being lady of enlightened under
standing and cultivated, indeed 1 may
say advanced thought, at once dis
missed the foolish story from my mind,
and congratulated myself on having Sc
cured comfortable room.
Bracing Hall was built on the highest
range of the Catskill mountains and
was famous for the view it commanded
of the loveliest section of Rip Van Win
kle land; night now vailed the beauty
of the far-stretching mountain-bound-
ed interplane, but gradually its fair
ness became apparent, as the shadows
below died under the light of early
moonrise.
Objects dim and shapeless took form
and beauty. Every house and hamlet,
winding road and mountain streamlet
were won as if from choas into life,
while far away the winding Hudson
cleaned like string of silver under the
moonlight. Lights in happy homes
twinkled like fire-fies through the
gloom of dense woods, giving just that
touch of life needed to break the solem-
nifty of forest and mountain.
The moon was up, nature awoke, a
breeze swept by bearing the music OF a
tumbling brook, the melody of murmur-
ing pines the love notes of belated
bird singing to his mate.
How long l had slept l can not tell,
when suddenly was wide-awake with
the room brilliantly lit and presenting
an appearance totally different to what
it had done when I retired. On a side
board were half-emptied bottles and de-
canters and at table four men were
seated deeply engrossed over game at
cards. Great as was my establishment
to find my apartment thus invaded, l
seemed to lose all personal considera-
lions in watching the feverish anxiety
of the players, and in wondering what
would happen next.
Suddenly their voices were raised in
anger, one of the players accused an
other of cheating, and in a moment
there was general uproar. The two
men were struggling desperately to-
gether, glasses were upset, chairs were
overturned and then caught the glitter
of knife and the CLEAN of a pistol.
The two spectators made no attempt to
separate the combatants, although it