The Lamar register., 1901-06-12
got such dreadful ideas from? You
naYar saw ghost child2n


never saw a ghost child?" ft
mo, mamma: but have read about
them often enough; and papa says
book knowledge is not of the slightest
use to us. unless we can apply 1t to
real life. hope he will be pleased
with my application tonight"
you are saucy girl. Rose" said
her mother, still cycling the appari-
tions with some apprehension. Il
wonder, now. what he will say to your
II it was me. should go into fit the
moment you opened the door"
"My uncle is made Of sterner STUN.
Still. I hope we shall give him a start.
One don't want to take all this trouble
in dressing for nothing"
"Shall you go down to him. or let
him meet you on the stairs?" asked
Catharine.
"Oh, we will go down: we shall be
seen to much more advantage in a
room.'
Besides, he has threatened to pinch
your nose with the tongs. and he can
not do it II he Is on the staircase when
he sees you." added Rose.
THAT is a consideration" replied
Mr.. Cowley. Now. will you ladies be-
take yourselves to bed? 1t is nearly
half-past twelve-the very hour when
two orthodox ghosts would be most
likely to set out upon their travels.
Goodnight, aunt; we will send him
up to you in a very short space OF
| time"
The ladies retreated. Mrs. Cowley
in order that she might not be sus-
pected of any completely in the plot,
| II by any means 1t should be discov-
cred. undressed and retired to bed as
usual But Rose and Catharine sat
| down beside their chamber door and
waited the result of their operations
| with great impatience.
! Meanwhile. Mr.. Cowley. sitting over
his cigar below little dreamed how
his nearest and dearest were conspiT-
! ing ruthlessly against his peace o:
mind. The ghostly cradle was silen:
at last; his cigar was a fine one, and
| his toddy was grateful to the taste
Sitting here. monarch of all he sur
veyed. he thought over the events oi
his visit to the agent. and the promise
which he had drawn from him about
the drains.
"a clever dodge that" he mused
approvingly to himself. Nothing car
be easier than to set the men at work
among the pipes In the cellar. and te
take them on till they are under the
| pantry, and be hanged to it! I'll stor
that noise or my name isn't Cowley
People shall not have 1t to say that
after laughing at every one else fol
IN ooi
frightened at one myself! Ghosts. in.
deed! Suppose there actually is one
about the premises: OF course. the
poor thing cannot. rest In his grave
till something he's got or omitted tc
do on earth, has been done for him
Very we'll. What could be easier tha-
to say to the troubled spirit. Make
yourself quite easy; l will attend tc
1t at once! Don't stay out of YOU
grave a moment longer. for fear tha
YOU should take cold. my dear sir:
or course, any sensible ghost. beini
addressed in such sensible manner
would Immediately return to his grave
and stay there. That is what l cal
common sense kind of dealing will
the citizens OF another world. Thel
would appreciate it, am sure the,
would-Oh, Lord. what's that?"
He might as we'll ask the question
for his flow of self-congratulation wa!
suddenly checked by low. hollow
groan outside the door. He listened
intently. The groan came again. bu
louder than before.
There is noise!-I'm not dream
ing." he unused. while his hair stoot
on his head like quills upon the fret
full porcupine," What on earth car
1t be? Mrs. Mccarthy walking In he
sleep, I supposed" he said. with trem
bling lips. and face white with tn,
fear he was ashamed Of, which h.
could not control.
The door swung open-a gigantic
black man entered, leading by th'
hand a bleeding nun.
(To be continued)