Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1892-12-30

1t is simply impossible; and yet even
more curious things are told of in
scriptural history, you know.
Plummer was naturally skcptieal.
He had fat, red cheeks and little
mouth that continually looked as if it
wanted to whistle, and fat hands and
short, fat legs, and confidng way
that made him many friends; and then
he had habit of believing in himself
and his own shrewdncss that made
everybody laugh. "rhcy can't fool me-"
he often remarked, swapping his fingers
as if in contempt of all efforts to that
end; and whenever he said it, the
words created broad smile all around
the board, as if the idea of fooling
Pummer was the height and depth of
all absurdity.
Well, the manifestations began
without the aid of the slightest cleo
tricity. There was no sitting around
a pine table and singing psalms, as
Plummer remarked afterward. The
conditions were perfected without any
apparent generalization, and the boys
and girls over there came and went
just as if they belonged here and were
about to resume where they left off
when they passed out.
Plummer was first astonished by be-
ing stopped at the junction of the
streets. 1t was about 0 o'clock at
night of the 24th of December, and there
was full head of gas in the street
lamp on the corner. A man with blood
red eyes. dressed in ragged overcoat
and aplug hat, the front of the rim of
which was torn SO as to rest on his
nose, leaving the eyes conspicuous in
the vacancy thereby created remarked
in a hoarse, low voice: I'm Jones
=. q. Jones. Know me? Died in "a.
Member that s. | loaned you? Want
it,.
81 had an indistinct remembrance
of borrowing s. of somebody
of that name.'' said Plummer after
ward, land of his dying before | had
n chance to return the money. Now /
don't know that this was the Jones in
question, but if not, how should he
have known of the transaction? Well,
! was glad to get the matter off my
mind, and | banded out s.. |
intended to ask for a receipt in full
but as looked the man disappeared
He paused before n building that was
lighted from top TO bottom, and every
light in which appeared to be dancing
Il jig without regard to rhyme, time,
or propriety of movement. This might
have been partly a result, however, of
the whirling snow, it having come
on to storm in good old-fashioncd
Christmas style. Pausing to put "a
handful of silver into the outstretched
palm of an old woman who said she
was once known as Lucrc.ia Borgia,
and casually remarking to her that he
hoped she had stopped the poisoning
business, Plummer entered the build
ing, and nearly ran against man of
rather small stature, with prominent
nose cast in the Roman style, long gray
hair brushed back of his ears and tied
with ribbon, and remarkably keen,
bright eyes.
IF I'm not crazy" said Plummcr,
half to himself, that's the ghost of
Aaron Burr"
IL Your servant, SIR said the man to
Plummcr, with courtly bow.
PIummer could think of nothing APP
proprate to say, so he blurted out:
"lIow's Aleck?"
Mr.. Hamilton and ] arranged our
difficulty satisfactorily long time
ago, sir" said the man, with gloomy
dignity. That is too old topic to
discuss now" and he disappeared as if
he had been shot up some invisible
chimney,
Just how Plumm err got into the long
dining hall of the place he can not re-
member. 1t seems to him that he was
pushed one way and pulled another
and he is confident that somebody
kicked his shins-he carried the very
bark on them long time. He recol-
ects that he suddenly found himself
M the floor, having finally been
thrown there with great velocity. As
he went down there were thousand
shining lights in his eyes, and there
was the noise of clinlsisg glasses