New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1894-04-18

I doin right straight alcng They he'd
been quarrelin most all day an 'peared
I like they was guin to hev it ont then an
ther. Ed was dom most Of ther fussin,
I an Tom tryin to make him hush. Ne an
Debora sat still an listened Their boys
| got madden an madden, an presently we
| heard big slap in ther face an Ed say:
= Take tibet, sir!'
We howed he he'd hit Tom, an in
minute more Tom hit him back. Then
such noise You never hearn. They fit,
i It, fit. All over ther room they scram-
bled an whacked one mother. I got
scared they was murderin an rushed over
to save 'em, but I got there too late. AS
teched ther door Ed stuck his knifesin
| Toms heart, an Their poor boy staggered
across Their room an fell dead Ed slipped
| through ther door, an before I could
catch him or even say word he had
j gone.
ssHe left ther place for good thet
| night, an nobody round ther P int aim
| laid eyes on 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 ther
Pint people say she's takin care o. her
ma an amt no notion Of ever gittin mar
ried.
! "Well, since tibet night nobody would
; move into thet house Mr.. Hackney
put ther rent down low-mighty low
| for such a house as it was-but thet
didn t rent it worth cent. Every night
after thet one we could hear clatter,
groans an then fall. It never missed
night. This went on for years an years
So Their house set thar goin to rack.
"Well, 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 ther sum-
mer went by an times got harder Mr.
J Hackney would come down in his tigers
He did this lar every month, an yet
nobody would buy. In September me an
! Debora got mighty blue. We hedn't
1 been maxim nothin an was still dom Their
| same
eve looked down in tibet old sock an
found just fifteen dollars an quarter
Thet would pay ther rent three months
longer, providin we didn't eat nutnin
durin tibet time. If we did, then we
could only count on Twin in Their house
two months longer, then bein dumped
out In ther mud. We didn't know what
to do. 1 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 tibet
time we kivered more ground walkin
them galleries then we he'd any idee of.
| But to save my head couldn't get an
| idee in it. Debora beat me there One
evenin she flop through Their house an
say: s
"'Joe, I got an idee.'
scout with it, says L
! Here its, 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 ther ha'nts?' says I.
Turn 'em out, says she Turn ther
hs'nts inside out. Seer
! "Now, wasn't tibet an idee for you?
We fished out tibet 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 ther crow
bar! Such trump my Debora is any
how! We borrowed two poles, fat and
a skf an towed it up here. In our sliff
was two sets of oars. Debora he'd one
set, me t'other, an Il tell you we made
tibet fiat move. Then we put it up. We
turned all Their boards inside out, like
Debora said, an scattered 'em all round.
So when it was done there wan no one
wall high as it was at fust. It was for
sure turned inside out. -..
Zone night ther ha'nts was maxim a
fuss, an I warn't payin no 'tention to
'em, but Debora sided up right close an
says right out an in tremblyied tone,
'J-o-o-e, air you asleep?'
! Yes, says L Don't wake me-
| !" Do you hear them ha'nts, J-o-o-e?'
Yes, says I, but they is outside
an pretty scattered One ghost foot in
this room, one in Their other, an Their
hands an feet's in Their other part O.
Their house an stand all outside. You
amt Arid Of ghost tenants, air you,
Debora? It's your idee. Debora went
to sleep, an she amt said 'ha'nts' to me
since.
'Ther's q small racket round Of
nights-it is 80 scattered we dom mind
it,
Fisherman Joe reflled his pipe,
glanced around over his house, and with
breath long and full Of content said:
Eyes, tibet was Debora's idee. Wurth
considerin, wasn't it?'' Virginia Payne
Hanrichs in Philadelphia Times