The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1892-02-04
A REAL GHOST.
A SHELTER HAND SAW 1T EhIEN .E
FROM A GRAVE AND HEARD A
MGURNFUL GROt~.
A LIGHT BELOW.
A Sad Tale OF Woe is q uietIy Told and
Real Ghost Retired to His Grave to
Devour The Contents Of "a Lunch
Bucket.

One night last week, just sixty min
utes before that dreaded midnight hour;
when the SPECTRAL clock echos back the
strokes of twelve and trembling human.
lty close its eyes more tightly at the in.
stance of mysterious sounds, terrible
scene was being enacted at the grave
yard below town.
A young man, in whose mind was fixed
the idea of self support. an honest dollar
etc., could have been seen, lunch bucket
IN hand vending his lonesome way to-
ward the smelter. Then few moments
later, with the exception Of the same
young mani there was complete trans
formation of scene Now there was a
young man whose seeming aim in life
was only to escape the clutches of some
hideous monster and who could have
been seen lunch bucket behind, tearing
through the sage brush in his way to the
smelter. Had sane man seen him at
this moment he would have certainly
said, ARREST thy speed young man; thy
haste is certainly imperiling thy life; and
thy excitement is not good for thy men
tai balance" Yet on he sped.
| SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAD HAPPENED.
As he walked out of town and awav
from human life, he naturally remem-
bered that, step by step he was nearing
that lonely spot, the graveyard. Why
was it that on this particular night above
all others there came to him a sudden
dread OF passing that place? Was it pos.
sible that something was going to happen
TO him, or was he about to witness some
ghost scene! Some skeletons perchance. |
who could not wait till twelve o'clock
to arise, cross their ieshless knees as they
sat on their tombs, swap heads and then
sink back again? These thoughts filled
his brain and tried to influence him to
circle the place, but his better Judgment
would not permit of this, 50 summoninp
up all courage he determined to see it
through.
lie advanced boldly enough until quite
near, when truth Or fancy told him,
hall smothered ticking sound was coming
from that section, still he pressed onward
with legs that almost refused to do his
bidding until quite opposite the spot.
Here he stopped to determine what it
could be. With nerves strung up to
their highest tension and knees knocking
together like fire crackers popping he
gazei until
A TERRIBLE SPECTACLE
met his eye. First a phosphoritic light
met his gaze, which seemingly sunk into
the ground; then something emerged
from the same spot. which soon assumed
the form of human head He saw no
more; at that moment a loud groan shook
the earth and then the involuntary mus.
Giles OF our hero's legs were springing his
body into the air and at a rate never be.
fore attained, he was fast nearing the
furnace lights.
This Is the story that was whispered in
confidence to two or three. The follow.
ing is what Billy Bell Ia trusty at the
county jail said, and is more than likely
to make somebody sorry he spoke.
"You see, was down there about
eleven O'Clock, digging grave by candle
light, and expecting Mr. Tracy along.
About that time, l thought heard him
coming, so placing my ladder against the
side climbed up and looked out. 1t
was somebody else going down the
smelter trail who evidently had great
scare on him. Seeing this and guessing
the cause. let go horrible old groan,
and he, great scott! you ought to have
seen him cleave the air. After watching
him as far as could see and cursing my
sell Tor net having stop watch, re-
membered having seen him drop some.
hing on the trail. 1t proved to be his
Inner bucket, the contents of which
came in quite handy for a lunch. Six
eet under ground surrounded only by
'pooks and lighted by Pickering candle
polished off its contents which were.
'ne slice OF exquisitely boiled ham, one
II corned beef, three of fine white bread.
me great big piece Of sponge cake, one
'iece of currant and one of cooseberry
'ie, and last but not least, in that little !
'art OF the lid covered by tin cup there
vas fair allowance of canned peaches. '
he whole combination went finely. If
ne county are in any way short up for
unds. they should just call on me, for
rom given signal can supply the Jail
nth luxurious living The other fellow
essted on his imaginations, =
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