Red Lodge picket. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1889-1907, 1892-11-12
AN EXCITING GHOST STORY.
Fleeing from q Voice to Run Almost u
Acainst a Shape.

AN Excl ING GTOot SIOHV.
Fleeing from q Voice to Run Almost Up
Against Shape.
There was recently an exciting
ghost hunt in the west end, but the
residents of that e1ninently respect
able neighborhood are not proclaim
ing the fact from the housetops nor
pouring the details into the greedy
ear of the newspaper reporter. Ev-
erybody had retired but old man
Wollypod's eldest daughter and her
best young man. They were sitting
up to look at Mars and to draw par
allels between that planet and Miss
v ollypoi's paternal ancestor.
"Oh, if we but had wings alt,l
could fly to that faraway world,
isped the young lady as she tried
70 pick out Mars miniature moons
by the aid Of al opera glass.
You make me weary croaked a
harsh voice that seemed to come
from the top of a neighborlng shade
tree
"WEat's tllat?" gaspcd the yourss
lady as she swallowed her gum and
clung with convulsive shudder "
the coat collar OF her companion.
Twas the wind or the car rat
tling owe, the stony street, replied
the young man, who had read poetry.
Wind nothing!" refcrted the.
proud beauty; but the y oung man.
assured her that she need fear notl1>'
ing while he was present.
You ere so brave and noble
Algy.' she Gurgled as she laid her
fair young head upon his puff shirt
front.
Break away! Break away" The
voice again, nearer, clearer. deadll@.'
than before.
Algy, tie brave and noble, invol-.
unfairly retired a couple of hundred.
feet before he ran over the lawil.
mower and came to full stop. The
young lady sat down upon the grass
ard screamed. Algy mustered VI
courage to return part way. his
reputation was at stake and he re-
solved to make a Eold play for It,
He crept a step nearer, and in treE,-
bling accents begged the young lady
not to be afraid, as he was there o.
thereabout. Then he struck tra s; c.
pose and spouted:
Pc thou angel from heaven or
goblin damned, thou conest in suc:,;
a Questionable shape
"S'1natter with my shape" crocned
the voice in sepulchral tones. and the
young man fed toward the house
But he quickly paused IN his mad
career. Walking up and down the
front porch was majestic figure
clad in py1rest white. He fled dov-i,
the garden walk and hid among the
trees. The white figure went on 9
still hunt for him, and the young
| lady went and alarmed the neighbol
hood A disembodied spirit was
chasing Algy! The neighbo1s came
over, and in silent awe watched tine
white figure lodging in and out
among the trees. A voice overhead
muttered strange oaths i'll an lam.
thy-father's-ghost'' tone of voice.
AT last the white robed figure made
a sudden rush, caught Algy, tie
brave and noble, by the collar and
dragged him forth from his leaiy
sanctuary. The little band of a.
venturers became panic stril1en and
fed the place. The old man Wolly-
pod gathered his nightgeTv1E about
him and made some remarks to hls
miserable captive that would Lot
look we'll in a great family i.ewsi,a-
per.
And as the front gate slammed
after Algy the stray parrot came
wadlling down from his perch il the
sycamore tree and broadly inti1nated
that Polly possessed robust appe-
tite for crackers. st. Louis Globe
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