The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-12-09

1 out was evidently within and was
working his way out and he felts a
thud of excitement at the thought of
being BILE to capture his man with the
Doodle on his person. He slipped his
revolver out of his pocket, trained it on
the door and an instant afterward the
door swung open and Charlie was
ready to throw up your hands. when,
instead of a burglar, ghost came out.
1T can't be ghost" he whispered
in an assuring tone to himself, ''for
ghosts don't unlock doors. They just
come right through them. But if it
| isn't ghost, what the deuce is it?''
He had long to wait, for whoever or
whatever it was came out into the YES
tibule and down the steps slowly, as if
uncertain of its movements, and when
about halfway to the pavement
| stopped.
by garry" said the reporter, ''it's
woman, and she's got on a night gown.
I'll have to see about this and with
his revolver ready in case of accident,
he stepped out of the shadow and spoke
to the ghostly walker
Good evening"" he said, nervously.
mo, excuse me, | mean good morning.
Ii you're going to market, maybe you'd
better go back and put on an ulster"
Ordinarily Charlie would have been
more gallant, but this was anything
but an ordinary affair, and he didn't re-
quire newspaper instinct to tell him So
The sheeted figure made no reply,
but moved again and came toward him.
The cold chills chased each other down
h,o 1,a 60
with the usual result.
Stand back he said, ''this pistol
amt loaded, but it might go off.
But on it came and Charlie found that
his legs wouldn't move in spite of all he
could do to make them.
One step more and he stood face to
face with his strange discovery, and
Charlie saw that it was not only a
woman, but a young and handsome
one, and he began to feel better.
81 beg your pardon, " he said, "but
the night air is cool and you appear to
be dressed rather lightly. Can l rem
der you any assistance? Is there any
one in the house that has frigh tened
yOu?"
Still no answer, and Charlie, embold-
ened by his own words, stepped to the
young woman's side and gently took
her by the arm.
She turned her face to him and then
the mystery was solved.
Another Amina,'' he said La
Sonnambula off the stage with a re-
porter as first tenor and leading man.
Well this is go!"
I've got to take her in the house,
anyhow, that's plain" he said to him
self, and he gently led the willing walk
er back up to the door and rang the
bell, and rang it with a forty-horse
power draft.
The next minute the beautiful sleep
walker was no longer asleep, but wide
awake, and Charlie had a very plump
young woman in his arms in a dead
faint, and he made a dash with has
burden into the hall, only to meet a
healthy young man in even less dis
habille.
whats this?" he shouted, making
grab at Charities throat.
''Shut the door, you idiot" gurgled
Charlie, dropping the girl on the floor
and almost putting his foot on her,
after the manner of sic scmper tyrannis
'What does this nean?" again
shouted the young man, and the re-
mainder of the family came tumbling
downstairs, none of them fixed to see
company.
''Let go of me and shut that door
and I'll tell you!'' wheezed Charlie.
you don't want to raise the neigh
borhood and bring the patrol wagon,
do you?"
Some of the other members of the
family by this time had rescued the re-
porter and shut the door, and, while
the mother and the servants carried
the unconscious girl upstairs, Charlie
told the father and son how he had
met the young lady and what the
trouble was. Both men knew him by
sight and had met him on change and
elsewhere, and it was not difficult to
explain the situation.
Half an hour later the reporter was
at home, in bed and dreaming sweet
dreams of pretty girls and al sorts of
romantic things.
When he reached the Office next day
a note was waiting for him and he was |
invited to call that evening on the |
mother of the young lady.
He called, of course. He saw the |
mother; he saw the daughter, blushing /
and beautiful, and now if Charlie is a |
bachelor much longer there will be a |
breach of promise suit or some other |
dreadful calamity, for Charles mind |
is made up.-Detroit Free Press.
--She-"Since my return from the |
co.tth s,F FrSDoa I'm auofhar yvrlssar, - /