The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1901-05-31

got such dreadful ideas FROM fou'
never saw a ghost, child?"
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 it to
real life | hope he will be pleased
with my application tonight"
"You are a saucy girl, Rose said
her mother. still cycling the appari-
tions with some apprehension. Il
wonder, now, what he will say to your
If it was me- I should go into fit the
moment you opened the door,
my uncle is made of sterner stuff.
Still, / hope we shall give him 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
room"
Besides, he has threatened to pinch
your nose with the tongs, and he can
not do it if he is on the staircase when
ne sees you" added Rose
"That is consideration, replied
Mr.. Cowley. Now, will you ladies be-
take yourselves to bed? 1t is nearly
Ealf-past twelve-the very hour when
two orthodox ghosts would be most
likely to set out upon their travels.
Goodnight, aunt: We viii send him
up to you in 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,
if by any means it 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 impotence.
Meanwhile, Mr. Cowley, sitting over
his cigar below, little dreamed how
his nearest and dearest We're conspir-
ing ruthlessly against his peace o.
mind The ghostly cradle was silent
at last; his cigar was fine one, and
his teddy was grateful to the taste.
Sitting here, monarch of all he sur
veyed, he thought over the events of
his visit to the agent, and the promise
which he had drawn from him about
the drains.
"A clever dodge that" he unused
approvingly to himself. Nothing can
be easier than to set the men at work
among the pipes in the cellar and u
/ take them on till they are under the
pantry, and be hanged to it. I'll stop
! that noise or my name isn't Cowley.
| People shall not have it to say that
after laughing at every one else for
the belief in ghosts, went to get
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 10
do on earth, has been done for him.
Very WE'LL What could be easier than
to say to the troubled spirit, Make
yourself quite easy; l will attend TO
it at once, Don't stay out of youf
grave moment longer, for fear that
you should take cold, my dear SIR?
Of course. any sensible ghost, being
addressed in such sensible manner,
would Immediately return to his grave
and stay there. That is what | call
common sense kind of dealing with
the citizens of another world. They
would appreciate it am sure they
would-Oh, Lord. what's that?" =
He might as we'll ask the question :,
for his flow of elf-congratulation was
suddenly checked by a low, hollow
groan outside the door. He listened
intently. The groan came again, but
louder than before q,
There is a noise.-I'm not dream.
ing!" he unused. while his hair stood
on his head like quilts upon the fret
full porcupine," What on earth can
ii be? Mrs Mccarthy walking in her
sleep, suppose" he said, with trem-
bling lips, and a face white with the
fear he was ashamed of, which he
could not control.
The door swung open-a gigantic
black man entered, leading by the
hand a bleeding nun.
Ito be continued.)