Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-03-16


leaves a trail of PHOSPHORUS in his wake
when he is on the run in the lead of a
ghost? No? 1 don't know why, but it's
so. Look around some time, when you
have the opportunity, and see. But I
am getting off the track. Well, that poor
fellow got some kind of confusion oe
the brain, and when he came to he in
sisted on writing me up as a cigarette
smoker. Now, l never smoke cigarettes.
He thought I was dark complicated with
sinister smile; when l am the most
pronounced brunette on the hill. See
here and he pulled aside his raiment.
Every bone was as white as paper. pol
ished like ivory. Dark indeed he
shifted. II was glad the fellow had an
accident, when he will malign a stranger
like that.
But there is fun in being ghost, even
if they do say mean things of YOU You
can do almost anything with yourself
when you know how. The only trouble is.
that a fellow gets tired of Juggling around
too much disguise. A ghost isn't nearly
as strong as you think l nearly always
make up natural. though most Of the fell
lows don't know how. See," and he
stretched one Of his arms until it was
long enough for giant. Then he held
his breath ard puffed up his skull until
t seemed more like cask. 1t was so
thin that you could see through it like
paper. 1t gave me creepy feeling. but
he was nearer the door, and the stairs
We're long and steep. where a good kick
in the rear would have been disastrous
for fleeing man. So l stayed and saw
the whole thing
That's pretty hard to Go. and I usually
nav the straight ghost. There isn't so
| much of you to get cold when the wind
rows. l always hate the wind. If you
w~~t to have some fun with fellow, you
-r-r,y always have to holler at him. for
when the wind is blowing he won't look
up so much. like a good dark night.
Without wind Than fellow has nothing
to distract him, and the wind isn't blow
ing things around to make noise.
IF could walk as I used to, wouldn't
I have some sport right now? Sometimes
a fel ow can work every night for months
and no one will pay any attention to him.
You've got to advertise yourself if you
want to be succ ssful. Now there is one
of the fellows that sometimes sleeps in
my .aye-he hash one of his own, since
some one dug it up for mine--he never
wou d succeed. He never could get up
the courage to face man who had a
pencil and paper in his pocket. He
pays the part of a ladies' man. and has
the most elegant wall you ever heard. II
! could wall as he can. would wear dia-
mondS. But he is so modest that he
won't allow himself to be photographed
for the newspapers. won't be interviewed.
and there he is, without grave wearing
the most diSreputab,e old rags you ever
saw, and actually starving to death.
Why. he rs thinner than paper and his
bones are shrive'el and curled up like
dead leaves. He is afraid some one Will
recognize him, and say mean things
about his family. What if they do? Let
the family take care of themselves; that
is what w have to do. An ancestry that
you have to live up to is a mighty incon-
venient thing. I had him out with me
the other night. a I'D when the officers and
the bull Pup came our way, wanted
him to come up and be introduced, one Of
us on either side Of them had him az
mot p rsuaded, but when he saw his
rags, and how he had, forgotten to rub
PHOSPHORUS on his skull to keep off the
Gew he skunk away down the alley. and
! had to go out to meet them alone They
We're real soc;able, all but the officers,
and had a good romp with the dog While
they We're on the ratreat. l lost three
or four bones from my right hand and
the dog hoped me find them. Wish l had
a place to ken him. and I'd steal him.
but I'm afraid he wouldn't do we'll living
il a grave. l forgot to say that the Of
ticers shot at me- several times. as they
ran. but / was stretched out thin like l
showed You n while ago. and ] never
knew even whether they struck me.
Guns never hurt me. though the noise Is
annoying. 1t is almost as bad as
So canning.
mo. l Won't tell my name. I'd rather
Gravel anonymously. Here is one of my
photos, though. if that will do you any
COOL 1t was taken when l was doing
the giant act the other night. The young
fellow l spoke of, who sleeps in my grave
took it, and then filled in the pictures OF
the interviewers from memory. l am
not sure of the faces, but l don't believe
he dill justice to the way their hair stool
on end. 1t was amusing. But that fe,-
low is worth knowing. He can draw any
t. ing. l believe that he could draw a
crowd of n thou and people az one time
if he would only adv ertiSa. ! am gong
to hen him OUT. too. ] have made. ii
car CT with the street car company
ror share IN the proceeds OF their line
fo" 'r'"hte ing rOn ISL pepD!e until tNev
wi a rido a ni"ht 'n-taah Of walking
and | hav- he"n rla',in" nightly appear
ances wi h hat enl in view. Then they