The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1895-09-18
LAMBERTvILLE NJ j., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1895
doomed to wander until I could succeed

doomed to wander until could succeed
in selling that bill Of goods | spoke
once or twice, offering the denims under
value, but nobody noticed me- Verdict:
Accidental death, by negligence Of de-
ceased. Railroad corporation not to
blame. Deceased got out for beer at his
own risk. The other drummers took
charge of the remains and wrote a
beautiful letter to my relatives about
my social qualities and my impressive
conversation. l wish it had been less
impressive that time. might have
lied about my sales, or might have
said that I hoped for better luck. But
after that oath there was nothing for it.
Back and forth, back and forth, on this
road, in chair No 10, to all eternity.
Nobody suspects my presence. They sit
ON my lnees-I'm playing in luck when
it is q nice baby, rs it was this after
noon They pile wraps, bags, even rail
way literature on me. They play cards
under my nose--and what buffers some
Of them arel You, madam, are the first
person who has perceived me, and there
fore ventured to speak to you, mean
ing no offense. can see that you are
sorry for me. Now, if ycu recall the
story Of the Flying Dutchman, he was
saved by the charity of good woman.
In fact, Senta married him. Now I'm
not asking anything Of that size see
that you wear wedding ring, and no
doubt you make some man IS happiness.
! wasn't marrying man myself and
naturally am not marrying ghost.
And that has nothing to do with the
matter anyway But if you could-I
don't suppose you would have any use
for them-but if you were disposed to
do turn of good, solid Christian char
ity-I should be everlastingly grateful,
and you may have that case of denims
at $72, so. And that quality is quoted to-
day at $50 Does it go, madam
1.-THE speech of the poor ghost was
not very eloquent, but his eyes had an
intense, eager glare which was terrible.
Something-pity, fear, l do not know
what-compelled me. decided to do
without that white and gold evening
cloak. Instead I gave $72.5 to the
ghost and took from him a receipt for
the sum, signed J. Ellington Price.
Then he smiled contentedly, thanked
mo with emotion and returned to chair
No. IS. Several times on the journey,
although / did not perceive him again,
/ felt dazed. When the train arrived at
New York and /, with the other pas
sengers, dismounted, it seemed to me
that strong hand passed under my ell
1xJiN
/ walked the length of the station my
bag-not heavy at any time-appeared
to become weightless believe that tho
parlor car ghost walked beside mo car
rying the bag, whose handle still re-
NAMED in my other hand. Indeed once
or twice l thought l felt the touch Of
cold fingers against mine. Since then l
have no reason to suppose that the poor
ghost is not at rest. l hope he is.
"But never expected or wished for
the blue denims. The next day, how
ever, dray belonging to great whole
sale house backed up to our door and
delivered a case of denims, with re-
ceipted bill for the same. What was
to dor l could not go about selling blue
denims / could not give them away
without exciting comment. So fur
nished the cottage with them, and you
know the effect on my complexion. Pity
me, dear And credit me, frivolous wo-
man as l am, with having saved a soul
at the expense of my own vanity. My
story is told. What do you think about
it?"-Elizabeth Pullen in New York
Advertiser.