The Globe-republican., 1902-05-01

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1t was Cousin susan,s idea that the
house in which she had been born and
reared was haunted by the ghost OF
her father who had died of yellow
fever somewhere in the early part OF
the nineteenth century So she not only
refused to live at THE Naples her
self but also refused to allow others
of her kith and kin who had not a
comfortable habitation to dwell there
As Miss Susan Pennyfeather was rich
and could dwell in Egypt or the Phil
ippines If she SO wIlIed, 1t was all very
well for her to leave the roomy old
house to the ghost Of her progenitor
It seemed very hard to the family OF
Peter Crosley, her cousin, who mad no
place to lay their heads save as Mr.
CrosIey sold a poem song or a
piece of fiction by the error OF some
publisher and rented them place IN
other and more frequent intervals the
family scattered to relatives and stored
their few bits OF furnishings
But il has all got to STOP, declared
Arabene. the oldest girl, one summer
day Il shall go and live at The Ma
PIES and wnen Cousin Susan returns
from India and finds it out she can
eject me-
But the ghost2'' protested Peter. the
father Cousin Susan says it is there
and walks about the house as in life
| That is highly probable returned
ArabeIle impudentIy winking her left
| eye. but the ghost must expect the
| friendly visit OF relatives How original
| 1T all isl First cousin to a ghost!
| Why is II not delicious2 Anyhow, 1 m
| going If Cousin susan had not wanted
| me to do something desperate, she
| should have Travelled me, taken me
| with her, and thus added to the long
| list OF international marriages
| We certainly must do something
| .
have no money
Il shall move to The Naples and
invite you all for a long visit, said
| Arabelle decidedly Is there enough
in hand to buy me railroad ticket,
| or must I sacrifice that hideous idol
| Cousin Susan Just sent me to show me
that there was a crying need of mis-
sfonaries TO Whangpur or some such
| province?''
Il wonder what Lionel -zin say?" put
| in SophronIa, the second girl
| ArabeIle swept her a hooking cour-
| tesy-
LAS young EngIishman he viii re-
ioice in ancestral ghosts AS a dis
carded second son trying to live on
nothing but work in America, he may
say. oh. what rot, .
Peter Crosley looked up from bun
| die of papers fretfuIly-
Il don't see why Mr. Lionel Cars
name is brought in at all ArabeIIe
| has promised me to give MIN no en-
| coura cement
| Arabel1e's rosy mouth Quivered-
| Me encourage LIoneI2 Far be the
thought from me Why, papa, I have
told you a thousand times that he
doesn't need-or get-any encourage
| ment from me There are you salts
| fed2 Now. L shall sell my idol and &C
| to The Naples I will prepare the
| way and you will pack up and follow al
I once Don't mind parting with a few
| airy nothings in order to get there
| Because, once there, we are housed, al
| least
She sailed forth light of heart, gay
| of speech and smile No one ever
| knew whether ArabelIe Crosley felt al
| she acted or not, but she was the life
preserver that held up the whole fam
/ lily in their dark hours
The idol was rather a cum bersome
fellow and ArabeI1e looked strange
| enough carrying the awkward bundle
| head first. to the elevated road
Il hope he will sell WE'LL she was
| thinking. He's very holy idol
| Cousin Susan wrote. I know that he
is unearthly ugly and that his greer
! eyes make me shudder- wish I hac
| a half dollar to take cab
But she had not the half dollar anc
| struggled up the steps bravely- She
| was shreWd bargainer and was goins
| to the best curio store in the city Sht