The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-08-15

Louder. Bill! scarce can hear you''-
here I opened wide the door;
Sulphur fumes there-nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering. long
stood there, trembling. fearing
Lest the Cameron!an barrel should give
out as oft before;
Lest a stab yet colder-blooded and more
fiendsh and more studied
Than the one which Newell's letter dla-
bol.cally bore
ooh! that stab. ungrateful Davies. you
will rue forevermore).
might get outside the door.
Back into my chamber turning. deep re-
venge within me burning.
Soon again heard tapping. somewhat
louder than before. q
you find your bread was buttered
On the side l oft have told you In our
counselings of yore?
VIII you be my henchman. Chris, again,
as In the days Of yOre?"
But the wind sobbed, "Nevermore!'
Open then flung the shutter. and, before
! scarce could mutter
Maledictions ON the presence that kept
tapping at'my door.
In there came, with pit-a-patter, the pale
Ferried DER the Styx by Andrews in the
fateful rays Of yore.
Had it. then, returned to plague me, from
the nights Putonian shore?
Be my ban forevermOre?
Then the spirit meek and low1y, crossed
the room and climbed up slowly
On silver bust of Cameron standing on
my chamber floor.
Not a syllable II uttered, till / scarcely
more than muttered:-
"Other friends I loved have left me. gone
to join the Hastings corps;
On the morrow wilt thou leave me for the
graceless Hastings CORPSE"
And the ghost sighed: "Nevermore!'
"Thanksv' said, "from thy old master
threatened now with dire disaster:
Thanks! and keep me Cameron hidden
till this cruel war Is O'er.
You are In 1t. but not of 1t. Say! you
must be quite a prophet,
Having dwelt so long In silence on the
nights Plutonan shore:
Tell me, shall l win the battle? turn ur
trumps as heretofore?'
And the ghost moaned: "Nevermore"
"Prophetw said l. thing of evil! Prophet
still: now what the ID
Do you mean by intlmating that my foes
shall wipe the floor
With my senatorial garment? Dare you
tell me that that varment
Gilkeson. the bold Bucks braggart. shall
be tho chairman DER and DER?
Is my goose forever cooked since Hastings
won in n.netyfour?"
"Yes, Matt, yes, forevermore."
"Ghost or fiend!' cried, upstarting; "do
you mean to say that Martin
Or that Charley WOrwick never my for.
giveness shall implore?
Why, the pull | gave them made them
from obscurity did aid them
To positions no such pettifOggers ever
reached before!
Will they still join hands against me:
hands already stepped in gore?'
Yea! they will, Matt, evermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, grisly
ghost!' ! shreked, updarting;
Get thee down from Cameron's statue
get thee back to Pluto's shore!'
But the spirit. slyly wnking. answered
Matthew, amt shrinking
From publicity this summer as l did the
year before;
And I'll cross the Styx again. Matt. when
I'm ready--not before;
Maybe never anymore"
And, confound me! If that spirit, wlthou,
gift or grace or merit,
Isn't sitting on Don Cameron still as Dor
sits on the floor;
Prophesying every evil, just as If the very
devil
Wagged its ghostly. CHASTITY tongue the
while it croaks its "Nevermorev
Just as If my name were Dennis, and
would be forevermore--
Dennis Quay forevermore.
Philadelphia Press.