The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-10-18

sand a year it is-for nearly ten years,
when it was proved it wasn't his, but
Lovell's. He'd kept back a will or
something, they say; but it couldn't be
proved. So he had to turn out He
must be a kind man, because he's built
them this house, and won't take any
rent for it. He says it eases his con-
science. And, Of course, he can't help
there being something horrible about
the house. It's a nice view, and pol
ished floors, but the strangest
noises and feel about it. Mr..
Sinkin comes sometimes. He isn't
a nice-looking gentleman, being
cross-eyed and carroty, but he's won
derful kind and keeps telling master
to look after his health, being delicate;
and as Sinkin would get the money
if master was to die. I call it kind.
He's that careful Of them nobody would
expect-considering. The first time he
came he was quite taken up because
they didn't sleep in the best bedroom.
It's a south aspic,' he said, quite angry,
and big atmoSphery room. 1t was
built special for YOU He quite stamp
ed up and down the carpet, and mis-
tress put her pretty white hand on his
shoulder-though she's afraid Of him
and she says, Uncle we keep it for
visitors. We keep it for you when you
come. You've been so good to u.s.
He stared and looked quite queer He
was terribly vexed they didn't use the
room he made for them. 49,
Uncle, she says, shivering, there's
noises in the roon1-the strangest
noises Could it be rats?'
He looked hard at her and says
slowly: Rats in a new thousand a
well-built house like this Nonsense
After a, minute: There aren't noises
every night?' he asks.
mo she says, only sometimes
horrid rumbling noises, and ] think the
gas escapes. That's why 1 thought it
must be rats. They say rats eat the
pipes
81 don't wonder he looked cross. It
wasn't like mistress to argue SO. Mas
ter broke out Laughing. Uncle VIII
think we're NeFyn lngrateful, Milly,' he
says .Andtyoa can't be so silly as to
think ratsnsAt gasepipes.'
:" Will you sleep there tonight, uncle,
she says. I should feel comfortable
If somebody had slept there
HE finished picking out a walnut.
Then, There's nothing I'd like better
he says But after all he fell asleep in
the library. I found him there when /
went to do it next morning. His boots
and coat was off, and he was on the
couch covered with rugs almost as if
he'd meant to sleep there. He gave me
half a crown. You needn't say any
thing, he says, but I was. that tired
I dropt asleep And he took his coat
and boots and slipped up to the spare
ROOM Honored lord, it wasn't week
after when a young gent stopping here
went to bed in the spare room-mis-
tress couldn't bring herself to sleep
there s~cheerful as might be, and in
the morning he was dead-poisoned,
the doctor said. with prussic acid
There he was, stretched out with his
eyes staring horrible and his face blue
and the room like, an essence-of- al
monds bottle. Mr.. Sinkin came down
in an awful state. He got the papers
to leave out the name of the house and
paid US servants to. keep it quiet =
ss'And, for Heavens sake, don't leave
the house, he says to- MASTER or
shall never let it again.
Master promised faithful. He had to
settle it after with mistress. She beg
ged him. to take her away. Shed heard
the noises that very night I've prom
ised uncle he says. So you see. honor
ed lord, I'm right in calling it an awful
house. You ,don.ts know. what a feel
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