Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1894-05-18

night, an nobody round ther Pint amt
laid eyes Oh him since. Of course it
went hard with Jessie, cause she liked
Tom an was by natur' a mighty feelin
girl She's Twin down there yet, an Their
PINT people say she's tal1in care O. her
ma an amt no notion of ever gittin mar
ried.
''Well, since thet night nobody would
move into tibet house Mr. Hackney
put Their rent down low-mighty low
for such house as it was-but tibet :
didn trent it worth cent Every night
after thet one we could hear CHATTER,
groans an then fall It never missed
night. This went on for years an years.
So Their house set thar goin to rack.
We'll, last year when times was so
hard Mr.. Hackney said he'd like to sell
it. We he'd an idee he would too. But
who was goin to buy it? As Their sum-
mer went by an times got harder Mr..
Hackney would come down in his fgers
Heidi this reg lar every month, an yet
nobody would buy. In September me an
Debora got mighty blue. We hedn't
been maxim nothin an was still doin Their
same.
eve looked down in tibet old sock an
found just fifteen dollars an quarter
Thet would pay Their rent three months
longer, providin we didn't eat nutnin
durin tibet time. If we did, then we
could only count on livin in ther house
two months longer, then bein dumped
out in ther mud We didn't know what
to do. I spent my time walkin Their front
gallery, tryin to scratch some sort O.
idee out O. my head, an Debora took
ther back gallery to herself. About thet
time we kivered more ground walkin
them galleries then we he'd any idee of.
But to save my head I couldn't get an
idee in it. Debora beat me there One
evenin she flop through ther house an
say:
Joe, got an idee.'
scout with it, says l.
'' Here tits, says she. Mr.. Hack
ney's figures gone down to $15 for thet
ha'nted house. Let's buy it an move it
up to our lot, live in it an save house
rent.
What about Their ha'nts?' says I.
AtAh Vii WV soy y SUI seAAA TCAASA
ha' inside out. See?'
CHOW, wasn't tibet an idee for you?
We fished out thet sock, paid Mr.. Hack
ney for ther ha'nted house, an me an
Debora took it good. You ought to seen
her pullin out the nails with Their crow
bar! Such a trump my Debora is any
how! We borrowed two poles, fiat and
skiff an towed it up here. In our skiff
was two sets Of oars. Debora he'd one
set, me s'other, an I tell you we made
tibet fiat move Then we put it up. We
turned all ther boards inside out, like
Debora said, an scattered 'em all round
So when it was done there wan t no one
wall high as it was at fust. 1t was for
sure turned inside out.
Zone night ther ha 'nts was maxim
fuss, an I warn't payin no 'tention to
'em, but Debora sided up right close all
says right out an in tremblyfed tone,
'Jo-o-e, air you asleep?'
Eyes, says I. Don't wake me.
i" DO you hear them ha 'nts, J-o-o-e?'
Yes, says /, but they is outside
an pretty scattered One ghost, foot in
this room, one in Their other, an ther
hands an feet's in ther other part O.
ther house an stand all outside. You
amt Arid of ghost tenants, air you,
Debora? It's your idee. Debora went
to sleep, an she ain t said 'ha 'nts' to me
since.
''Ther's small racket round Of
nights-it is so scattered we don't mind
it,
Fisherman Joe refilled his pipe,
glanced around over his house, and with
breath long and full of content said:
eyes, tibet was Debora S idee Wurth
considerin, WASH t it?''-Virginia Payne
Henrichs in Philadelphia Times.