Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1894-10-04
A REAL LIVE GHOST.
The Experience of "a Brother Who Had
Made u Solemn Compact.

Made Solemn Compact.
You don't believe in ghostss Don't, ehl
l once knew q man who didn't believe in
balloons. His reason was just the same as
yours-he had never seen one." 1t was Rob
ert l. Tomlinson, and his audience was a
group Of incredulous gripsack pilgrims as
sembled in the Lindell corridors did l
ever see ghostI Well, kinder cackalate
l did, and 'twant none O. your handmade
acknowledgements ghosts either, lem
me tell you. You member the Ashtabula
railroad wreckS Well, it was the night
after that affair that held my materializa-
tion seance. Twas living in Dayton had
cousin, a graceless scamp named Jack
Doolittle, who's been punished for his sins
by being sent to the legislature and getting
caught in the matrimonial moose four
times. It's hard to hold grudge ag'in a
fellow sinner as has had to wrastle with
four mothers-in-law. Well, when Jack and
were going through the agony o. raisin
our first mustaches we formed solemn
compact that the one who kicked the
bucket first should come back and tell the
other all about it, and how he liked 1t as
far rs he'd got
Il received telegram one day that Jack
had been killed in the Ashtabula wreck. !
had been worrying about him, for he was
travelling in that territory. Well, sir, 1t
broke me all up. We had chummed for
10 years, and one night shared the same
load o. shot in watermelon patch. We
had been engaged to the same girl and had
lost our money on the same political candi-
date. / went to bed that night feeling
pretty blue and wondering if Jack would
show up according to contract. was in
hopes he wouldn't liked him we'll enough
in life, but had no inclination to associate
with spirits that couldn't be bottled About
2 o'clock l woke up, and hang me II
Jack wasn't sitting on the edge of the bed
The room was filled with blue, Pickering
light, in which his face showed more ghost
ly than the front elevation of an Egyptian
mummy.
Scientists say that it's all bosh about a
mans hair getting hump ON itself when
he's scared. That's all they know about
1t. My flesh seemed to creep and crawl,
and every individual hair on my head rose
to point of order. My heart came up and
pounded against my teeth, and my tongue
went on strike The ghost sat there
looking at me with stony stare for full
Two minutes. l just couldn't stand the
through the window in one time and two
motions. The air was chilly, and was It.
tired in only my nightgown. / stood 1t as
long as / could, and then snealled back
and peered into the room. All was dark.
l climbed in and tumbled into bed. l
found it occupied. The ghost had actually
gone to bed and proposed to make a night
oft made another dive for the window,
but my visitor caught hold of the narrative
of my robe de sham and dragged me back.
was demoralized, terror stricken.
II began to yoop like Piute Indian on
the warpath or a picnic girl who had dis.
covered garter snake. Then Jack said,
Come to bed, you blanked old FOOL Deadf
Not by II good deal. He had sneaked in,
poured half pint of c,gnac into the wash
bowl, set it anre, and sat down to stare mo
into convulsions, Let's go git lemonade.
1t gives me the hystrra to think about
that night. Same to youp ST. Louis
Globe-Democrat.