Connecticut western news., 1894-05-17

to save lem, but I got there too late. AS I teched ther door Ed stuck his knife in Toms heart, an ther poor boy staggered across ther room an fell dead. Ed slipped through ther door, an before l could catch him or even say word he had gone.
 He left ther place for good thet night, an nobody round ther Pint ain't 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 ain't no notion of ever gittin mar ried.
 ''Well, since thet night nobody would move into thet house. Mir. 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 a chatter, groans an then fall. It never missed night. This went on for years an years. So ther house set thar goin to rack.
 Well, last year when times was so hard MT. 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 Mir. Hackney would come down in his figers- He did 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 ther same.
 "We looked down in thet old sock an ct all Thet would pay ther rent three months longer, providin we didn't eat nutnin durin thet time. If we did, then we could only count on Twin 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 ther 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, l got an idee.
 "'Out with it, says 1.
 htIO us, SdyS SuS MT. I1dCh- 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 l.
 "'Turn lem out, says she. Turn ther ha'nts inside out. See?'
 ''Now, wasn't thet an idee for you? We fished out thet sock, paid NIT. 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 bari Such trump my Debora is any howl We borrowed two poles, fiat and askiff an lowed it up here. In our skiff was two sets of oars Debora he'd one set, me t'other, an l tell you we made thet fiat move. Then we put it up We turned all ther boards inside out, like Debora said, an scattered lem all round. So when it was done there want no one wall high as it was at fust. It was for sure turned inside out
 "One night ther ha'nts was maxim a fuss, an I warn't payin no 'tention to lem, but Debora sided up right close an says right out an in a tremblyfied 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 ther other, an ther hands an feet's in ther other part O ther house an stand all outside. You ain't afr'id 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 a 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: "Yes, thet was Debora's idee. Wurth considerin, wasn't t it?'-Virginia Payne Henrichs in Philadelphia Times