The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-04-18


across Their room an fell dead. Ed slipped
through Their door, an before 1 could
catch him or even say word he had
gone.
He left Their place for good thet
night, an nobody round Their Pint amt
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 Their
Pint people say she's takin care o. her
ma an ain t no notion of ever gittin mar
ried.
''Well, since tibet 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't rent it worth a cent Every night
after tibet one we could hear chatter,
groans an then fall. 1t 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 Their sum-
mer went by an times got harder Mr..
Hackney would come down in his tigers
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 Their
same.
1--WE looked down in tibet old sock an
found just fifteen dollars an quarter.
Tibet would pay Their rent three months
longer, proyidin we didn't eat nuthin
durin tibet time. If we did, then we
could only count on ivin in ther house
two months longer, then bein dumped
out in Their mud. We didn't know what
to do. l 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 couldn't get an
idee in it. Debora beat me there. One
evenin she flop through ther house an
say:
6 Joe, I got an idee.
"'Out with it, says /.
Here It's, says she. Mr.. Hack
ney's figures gone down to $40 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 !.
Turn EN- out, says she. Turn Their
ha'nts inside out See?'
"Now, wasn't tibet an idee for you?
We fished out tibet sock, paid Nh. 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
bari Such trump my Debora is any
how We borrowed two poles, a fiat and
skiff an towed it up here. In our skiff
was two sets Of oars. Debora he'd one
set, me t'other, an / tell you we made
tibet flat 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 want no one
wall high as it was at fust. 1t was for
sure turned inside out.
Zone night ther ha 'nts was maxim a
fuss, I warn't payin moi teptiun To
'em, but Debora sided up right close an
says right out an in a tremblyfied tone,
'J-o-o-e, air you asleep|
Yes, says !. Don't wake me.
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 Their
hands an feets in Their 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 amt said hal to me
| since.
"Ther's small racket round of
nights-it is so scattered we don't mind
il"
Fisherman Joe refilled his pipe,
glanced around over his house, and with
a breath long and full of content said:
Eyes, tibet was Deboras idee Wurth
considerin, wasn't it?''-Virginia Payne
Henrichs in Philadelphia Times.