Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1893-03-18
THE GHOST,

In street not far from the small
market place in Antwerp, and a little
beyond the tobacconist of the Rabbit
with Pipe, there once stood house
with four stories, not counting the at
tic. 1t was as large and handsome US Il
kings palace; but no one wished TO
dwell in the mansion, and it remained
vacant for many years, for it was
haunted. Upon the stroke of midnight
ghost appeared, hurrying through the
house from attic to cellar when this
turmoil had continued for an hour and
the clock sounded one, it placed itself
behind the street door and began to
lament so sadly that every one had
compassion upon it-at distance, un-
lerstand. For no one dared to 60 into
the house, though the ghost only cried
Deliver my soul Deliver my soul ~
1t was said that this was the soul of
the last proprietor of the mansion, and
that he had from avarice hidden great
sum of money somewhere in the house.
This went on for long time, until
cons wars. He was called Jean the
Strong, and he had said in the ale house
at which he stopped that nothing would
give him greater pleasure than to sleep
one night in this deserted dwelling; if
any one would advance him a hundred
. horiDs.
The owner of the house overheard
this.
is that SO ? Dare you sleep in tho
mansion yonder p he asked.
Yes, said Jean, for l mock at any
evil from all the ghosts and devils in
the world"
We'll, said the owner, do it and it
is a bargain. What shall lot you
have 2
Give me a bundle of good bee III
wood sticks, q dozen bottles of wine,
bottle of gin, pan filled with dough.
and dish in which to do my baking.
You shall have them ALL" said tho
other; and when they had been brought
Jean went to the dwelling with the pro.
visions.
At 1 o'clock he carried his wood and
his pan of dough into chamber on the
first floor, where there were already
table and two chairs. He built a large
fire, and placed the pan near it to make
the dough rise. While the paste was
heating he broke of tho necks of bottles,
one after another, and it was not long
before he found himself as drunk as au
old Swiss but he did not lose his wits,
and knew very we'll what he said and
did.
After having drunk for some time he
began to grow hungry He put his
frying pan upon the fire and poured in
good flow of dough. The kissing of
it was pleasant and the odor delightful.
The cake being Drowned on one side,
Jean threw it into the air up the Chin
noy to turn it over. But just when it
should have fallen upon the pan it hit
something in the chimney and fell into
the cinders.
"A Million know not what I" cried
Jean How shall 1 swear a.? SO brown
and so crisp, and now my cake is in
the ashes. Bah I must put another
ladleful Of batter in the pan.
But first he poked up tho chimney
to see what had caused the cake to fall.
Some heavy object was dislodged by
his vigorous thrusts and fell into the
fire. Jean was too careless and too
hungry to Investigate its nature. He
pushed il aside and proceeded to cook
his second cake When this was half
done he said to himself:
You will not trick me this time. !
will eat the cake unbrown, you imp5 T.
lie reached out his hand to take it,
when again some object suddenly fell
out of the chimney, and the cake was il
the ashes.
Heavens and earth p cried jean rs
all my labor to be wasted? Will these
people not leave good man to eat his
supper in peaca?'
1e seated himself again by his pan,
and although third object fell from
the chimney, he gave it no heed, and
presently had upon the table heap of
cakes, which he began to eat, Before
he had swallowed q mouthfal q clock