The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-07

deal sprettit over VII rushes and
roses, an wiz lang white haar an
whuskers tawtit In a tangelt amang
'em. Lansua mercy a'd gev
fluffy paun fer my ain bed! TIL
ghaist said neer a word, an Geordie
hand, cuddlin' like. Geordie waited till
tn ghaist wor clais, an then bumm'd er
Wi his stick. Lord what a skirlin' an
scrafflin an roarinl
Quick as leetnin thu ghaist grabbed
Geordie an Mastered ee ABBOTT like a
hawf1in in helmwind, Geordie beelin,
"Cursty Cursty Lord Cursty, holp
mea y like young bull, till thowt ee'd
turned the ghaist on mea. Bit tn ghaist
seemed like ee'd nawt else in mind bit
slaisterin' Geordie.
81 cud nit run; cud nit heeze tn cob
bles; an fur vera freet swuun'd deead
ava. Lans lads, may ye niver kna sech
a meet Ekna nit what cam o. thu ghaist I;
bit when l cam ABBOTT, 'twor gloam o. thu
morn. l foun poor Geordie speeachless i
tn stanes an mud, an dragged go heeam
t. Rosedale. 1t seemed ee'd nivver come
aroun'; bit when ee did, ee yammert cot
il awful freet,
Lord Lordi Ee's John Auldgarth's
ghaistl"
Cursty's companions were stunned by
the disclosure, and sat gasping and gap
ing as if recovering from hurt or fright
"Bit that's nit tn warstl" continued
Cursty with genuine trepidation, miss
Margery, over theer, - motioning with his
thumb over his crouched shoulder towards
the churchyard, where lovely Margaret
Seacroft and her affianced husband still
fingered with the old sexton, Frightening
up the sacred place for the morrow, "Miss
Margery over theer, as livery soul in
Grasmere loaves, is dangert o. her life I"
eva dang itp' exclaimed Tommy BAN
tibet furiously, "saay what We wull, mon,
bit doan't saay thotl'
''Saay it wull, master Bamthet. Its
trew as tn greave. Houtl Deed'nt auld
George COON AEGEAN last neetl Deed'nt
ee grean an tax on like mad ABBOTT a. tn
high foallx's fashen an worriten2 Deed mt
Ga telt mea a. tn teal O. young John Aud
garth STAMINA oop t. ees fayther's head
agin the fashen an cursin, year in year
DOT, fur loave o. Margeryl Deed't young
John at t. eend, gang t. Amearky till ee'd
gotten t. be grady geolergees or sum 'et,
VII gold mines an brass aneuf t. bowten
a. Grasmer an Patterdaal thrawn inl
Deed'nt Miss Margery baud oyt agln his
courtin, when ee coom'd heame, an gle In
fair, wien John telt her ee he'd gotten ees
ain forum Wi his ain head an han's2 Bit,
deed'nt tn sonsy lass max oaath t. ne'er
wed an Auldgarth till tn Wush'n Geat
boyle wor laid, an the Auldgarths an
Seacrefts wor freeansl Hout, lads Bit
tho's nit tn warstp'
Cursty was in as great state of ex-
element over the grewsome and hope
less circumstances of the situation as his
hearers. He continued in tone of al
most desperate compassion.
LADS, l can nit abear 1t; bit Miss
Margery over theer ha' sweear'd shell
gang alane t. tn Wush'n Geat to-morrer
meet. Nabuddy can stoap her. Ye kna
she'll gne, if t. holt fell'd over on her t.
make her greave.
'FWorser nor a., theer'll be death T.
Grasmerel / dreeamt o. flowers an
rushes three meets runnin'. / seed 'em
tangelt roun' the ghaist o. tn Geat, roun'
Miss Margery, roun' Rosedale Hall.
lzna it's deeath fur T. puir lass yon; l kna
It'll"
Gentle-hearted Cursty buried his head
in his hands, completely overcome with
his miserable forebodings. The mists
must also have been deep on his old GRO
MES eyes. AS if with like impulse of
pitying interest, they arose and. shading
their faces, looked long and sadly into st.
Oswald's churchyard where Margaret
Seacroft and young John Oldgarth stood
in the dappled sunshine beside the grave
of Wordsworth just at that moment
Margaret was placing another wreath
upon the gray old headstone. When they
saw her first touch the flowers to her lips
in sweet and loving way, the three old
ravens sat down again upon the bench
with despairing groan. Then, one after
another, they croaked:
Lord ha' marcy on shell"
"Lans l-sum'et mum be dini"
"Cursty, Curstyl Yer dreeams's thu
warst o. app