The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-10

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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
comfortable habitation to dwell there.
AS Miss Susan Pennyfeather was rich
and could dwell in Egypt or the Phil
ippines if she SO willed, It was all very
well for her to leave the roomy old
house to the ghost of her progenitor.
1t seemed very hard to the family Of
Peter Crosley. her cousin, who had no
place to lay their heads save as Mr..
Crosby sold a poem or a song or
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 it has all got to STOP declared
Arabelle, the Oldest girl. one summer
day. II shall go and live at The Ma
ples,' and when Cousin Susan returns
from India and finds it out she can
eject me-
But the shost?" protested Peter, the
father Cousin Susan says it is there
and walks about the house as in life
That is highly proba BILE returned
Arabelle, impudently winking her left
eye. but the ghost must expect the
friendly visit of relatives. How original
1t all is, First cousin to ghost.
Why, is it not delicious? Anyhow. 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 marriage s.
I'VE certainly must do something,
said Mrs. Peter, and that quickly. We
have no money"
u shall move to The Naples and
invite you all for a long visit" said
Arabelle decidedly. lis there enough
in hand to buy me a railroad ticket
or must l sacrifice that hideous idol
Cousin Susan Just sent me to show me
that there was crying need of mis-
sionaries 10 Whangpur or some such
province?"
Il wonder what Lionel '1ill say" put
in Sophronia, the second girl.
Arabelle swept her a hooking cour-
tesy.
LAS a young Englishman he will re-
joice 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 bum
die of papers fretfully.
Il don't see why Mr.. Lionel Cars
name is brought in at all. Arabelle
has promised me to give him no en-
couragement."
Arabclle's rosy mouth quivered.
Me encourage Lionel? Far be the
thought from me. Why papa, l have
ted you thousand times that he
doesn't neeI-or get-any encourage
ment from me. There, are you salts
fed? Now, shall sell my idol and go
to The Naples / will prepare the
way and you will pack up and follow at
pnce. Don't mind parting with few
Try nothings in order to get there.
because, once there we are housed, at
last"
She sailed forth. light Of heart, gay
il speech and smile. No one ever
Knew whether Arabelle Crosley felt all
knreserver that held up the whole fam
lily in their dark hours.
The idol was rather a cumbersome
fellow and Arabelle 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 a very holy idol.
Cousin Susan wrote, | know that he
is unearthly ugly and that his green
eyes make me shudder. l wish l had
a half dollar to take a cab"
But she had not the half dollar and
struggled up the steps bravely. She
was a s,hrewd bargainer and was going
to the best curio store in the city. She
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