The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-03-27

He hardly noticed me, and there was a
strange, terrified look in his eyes.
They made me spend five dollars"
| he moaned.
| "Who?"
They said the yard and cellar should
be cleaned and they cleaned them
| made me pay five dollars l could have
| started in two weeks" He pressed the
| bills down into his box, and after
| final caressing look shut it and hid it
back of the organ. l guessed that an
agent of the Board of Health had been
| to see him.
Three weeks later he told me that he
would be gone in five days and asked me
to go down to the ship with him and
see him off. He had engaged his pas
| sage-in the steerage.
"Millie is to have the house when l
| am gone and my two hundred year
for working for me. She can eat three
times a day till she dies"
But what will you do for yourself?"
I asked.
ME? l shall die when have played
on the big organ. l shall not bother
about money any more. / have fifty
dollars besides my ticket-what more
can l need?"
That had been on a Thursday in Au-
gust. His ship sailed on the following
| Wednesday. l helped him pack his
| bag and get his things ready, feeling as
though l We're aiding and abetting some
| unlawful act. The old negress looked
| glum and angry.
l was to help him down to the wharf,
| so | appeared at his house at six o'clock
| Wednesday morning. When / rounded
| the corner ! saw score of persons
| standing in front of his door, and my
! heart sDrang into my mouth / ran
| down the street and pushed my way
into the crowd.
What's the matter?" demanded.
81 don't know" said the man, but
listen"
The wailing notes of the organ struck
my ears and made me shiver. The same
notes, the same discords walled out un-
ceasingly. The windows We're shut.
showed my way up the steps and rang
the bell. ! could hear it awaken the
echoes in the all but empty house and
then die down and get lost in the wall
ing of the organ. No one came to the
door. L rang again, and the crowd
looked at me wonderingly. Ny face
was pale, l know, and l must have
looked as I felt, terribly excited.
There's ghosts in there" / heard the
old man say, and those who hearC
passed the remark to the others, anC
all drew away from the house a little
A policeman came up and wanted t
know what the trouble was.
My friend, a musician lives here"
explained, and / think something ha!
happened to him"
Ring the bell" he said, and ther
gave it pull himself. He got no an
sWer, and the wailng of the organ still
continued.
Come with me to the back of tn,
house and let us break in" suggested
We went around through filthy alley
followed by half of the curious crowd
A small boy climbed over the fenc,
land opened the gate for us. The bacl
door was open, and / rushed through
! the house ahead of the policeman ant
into the parlor. l could see nothing Oh
account of the darkness, but the wall
, ing OF the organ chilled me. | knev
. that my friend lay on the keys. | open
ed one OF the shutters, and we picke,
! nm up, the policeman and l, and car
/ fied him upstairs to his warm little bed
lie was not dead. When we hat
a bathed his head and forced Iittl
whisky into his mouth, he opened hi
+. eyes. He caught hold of my hand an,
! gasped:
she stole it all-all-all!- Cato
Millie! l must go and play, for ther
are ten thousand pipes"
Then he fell back unconscious again
! The doctor stood holding his pulse TO
u a moment
Where does he want to go?" h
asked me, studying the old mans face
' ! told him the whole story as brief
as possible, and then looking up fror