Arizona republican., 1891-12-11

A felt the keen edge of the knife and then l felt my life blood flowing out and my strength was going
 Everything appeared in a mist to me and pretty soon all had faded and was dead But was in another world. l could hold communion with thousand other wronged beings who had been transformed from life irto the ghost world They told me merry stories of how they at all hours haunted those per sons who had wronged them in this world But in that respect am pecul- far ghost have my regular haunting hour remember as my murderer stood over me the clock in an adjoining room chimed the hour of o'clock, and every night just at l o'clock pay my vic- tim--he's my victim nova visit. And must be going"
 He moved toward the door and we fol- lowed
 Do you young men want to follow a ghost upon his cheerful mission" he asked
 By all means, if you will let us," said Dalrymple
 "l have no objection. A ghost desires no company, but you may go,"
 We followed him out through the darkness to the road that led past the house, He emoved quickly along the road and we followed. filled with sensation which cannot explain, With ghost on his nightly rounds! This was some thing strange-passing strange.
 Over the hills we followed his ghost ship until the village had been completely left behind The fields, waving with their harvests of corn, were on either side
 Where was he going2 Who was the murderer These thoughts fitted through my mind thousand times Presently he stopped before large farm house
 This is the place." said he.
 Great heavens! Was it possible?
 knew the place well It was the residence of Captain James Standiford, one of the most prominent men in our whole vicinity
 This cannot be true" said Dalrym- pie.
 But the ghost gave us no time for words or thoughts. Follow me-" he said, and he entered the house Bolts and bars have no re- straining power against ghost, for he pushed the door lightly aside and stepped into the hallway Evidently he knew the place well A look of delight, fan cied, came over his face as he beckoned us to follow him up the stairway
 At the top of the stairs he stopped be. fore door.
 This is his room," he said. | He turned the knob and went in.
 The room was dark, but through an open shutter a faint streak of light en' | tered
 On bed sleeper was tossing rest. lessly about. It was Standiford.
 He moaned, restlessly turned over and then, with frightened start, sat up in bed.
 His eyes fell upon the ghastly ghost figure standing at the foot of his bed, looking a thousand times more horrible than when we had first seen him.
 With loud cry of terror he sprang from the bed and ran to the farther side of the room Slowly the ghost went after him
 Take it awayl Take it awayr ht shrieked Its his facet Take it away Oh, God! Take it awayr Standiford's face was so terribly drawn and contorted by his terrors that one of his most intimate acquaintance would not have known him.
 The ghost went slowly toward him and with maniacal, terrified look ht ran about the room, getting as far iron the ghost as the room would allow shrieking and moaning piteously all th' while
 Shrinking in corner like q cur a bay, with his bloodshot eyes almos ready to burst from their sockets, Standi ford held up his hands toward the ghos and cried ont piteously'
 "Go away now, please go away! an sorry--so sorry, and this is enough-m, Godi it's enoughv'
 But the averaging spirit did not hea his pleas for mercy. Wherever Standi ford went the horrible thing followed him
 For almost an hour 1t went on thus when at last Standiford becoming utter ly exhausted, threw himself on the be- and covered his face with his pillow trying to shut out the hidsous sight an, crying out in the most penitent manner
 For a moment the ghost lowered ove him and was gone.
 Dalrymple and myself stood rooted { the spot for few moments, and then realizing our positions, went back dow the stairway and out of the house. "This is a horrible experience" sai Dalrymple "and a horrible revelation.
 We walked back home in silence, bus with our own thoughts concerning tn novel experience of the night.
 The next day met Standiford on tn streets He spoke to me in his usua happy manner, but noticed dark line under his eyes, while he wore a sleep and dejected look. He was murderer, and no one bu myself and Dalrymple knew and woul ever know.
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