Morning journal and courier., 1894-01-06
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.

CONCLUDED FROM FIRST PAGE th' ghaist fairly afosre Geordis-al spret- tit over wi rushes an roses, an vii lang white haar an' whuskers tawtit an tangelt amang lem. Lans . marcyl I'd sgsv fuf- ty paun fer my ain bedl Tn ghaist said ne'er word, an Geordie said less. Then th' ghaist put oot his hand, cuddlin' like. Geordie waited till th' ghaist wor olais, an then bummd ee wi' his stick. Lordi what . skirlin' an fersf1ln an roarinr
 "Quick as leetnin' th' ghaist grabbed Geordie an haistered ee aboot like haw- hin in helmwind, Gsordie beelin, Ours tyl Curstyi-Lordl Oursty, holp meal like young bull, till thowt ee'd turn'd tn ghaist on mea. Bit tn Rhsist seemed like ee'd nawt else in mind bit slaisterin' Geordie.
 "I cud nit run; I cud nit heezs th' cob. bles; an fur vera freet swuun'd deead ava. Lansl lads, may ye niver kna sech . net! kna nit what cam O tn ghsist; bit when I cam aboot, 'twor gloam Q tn morn: foun poor Geordie speeachless r tn stsnes an mud, an dragged co heeam, t Rosedale. It seemed ee'd nivver coon aroun'; bit when ee did co yammert cot r awfu freet,
 "Lordl Lordl -Ee's John Auldgarth's ghaist.' Cursty's companions were stunned by l the disclosure and sat gasping and gaping
 as If recovering from hurt or fright. | "Bit that's nit tn warstl" continued
 Cursty with genuine trepidation. "Aiss
 Aargery, over theer," motioning with his thumb over his crouched shoulder towards
 Seacroft and her affanced husband still
 fingered with the old sexton, brightening up the sacred place for the morrow, "Niss
 Msrgery over theer, as livery soul in Gras- | mere loaves, Is dangert O her nfe!"
 "Wa dang itl' exclaimed Tommy Bam-
 thet furiously. ''saay what ye wull, mon,
 bit dosn't sasy thot"
 "Saay 1t wull, maister Bamthet. Its
 trew as tn greave. Hout! Deedn't auld Geordie coon sgean last meet. Deedn't 60 grean an talk on like mad aboot q th' high
 telt mea a tn teal O young John Auld-
 garth stannin' cop t ees fsyther's head agin tn fashen an' curain, year in year ! oot, fur loave O Margery, Deedn't young John ar t eend, gang t Amearky till ee'd | gotten t be a grady geolergees or sum'et, ! wi gold mines an brass aneuf t bowten
 a' Grssmeae an Patterdaal thrswn ins Deedn't Miss Nargery haud oot agin his courtin, when ee coom'd heame, an gle in fair, wen John telt her ee he'd gotten ees ain forum vi his ain head sn' hsn'e4 Bit,
  wed an Aud garth till tn Wush'n Geat bo- gle wor laid, an tn Auldgarths an Sea- crofts wor freeans? Hout, lsdsl Bit thot's nit tn wArst!"
 Cursty was in as great state of excite ment over the grewsome and hopeless cir cumstances of the situation as hie hearers. He continued In @ tone of almost desperate | compassion,
 "Lads, can nit sbear 1t; bit Miss Mar | gerry over theer hal sweear'd she'll gang l alane t th' Wush'n Geat to-morrer meet. ! if t holt felrd over on her t mak her | greave.
 "Worser nor a, theer'll be deeath r l Grasmerel dreeamt O flowers an rush. | es three meets runnin'. I seed lem tange1t ! roun' the ghaist O tn Geat, roun' Miss Margery, roun' Rosedsle Hall. I kna its deesth fur t puir lass yon; kna iti" Gentle-Eearted Cursty buried his head in his hands, completely overcome with his miserable forebodings. The mists | must also have been deep on his old oro- pitying interest, they arose and, shading
 their faces, looked long and sadly into St. | Oswald's churohysrd where Margaret Sea- croft and young John Oldgarth stood in | the dsppled sunshine beside the grave of | Wordsworth. Just at that moment Mar garrett was placing another wreath upon the | gray old headstone. When they saw her first touch the flowers to her lips in g
 sweet and loving way, the three old ravens
 sat down again upon the bench with de
 spairing groan. Then, one after another
 they crooked:
 "Lord hal marcy on she!'
 "Lane!-aum'et nun be dinl"
 "Cursty, Curstyl Yer dreams tn ! warBt O a'!'