The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-08-08
All Night with tho Ghosts.

The J. S. Ogilvis Publishing Company
sends us book with the voluminous COM
prehensive and facetious title: THE So.
ciable Ghost. Being the adventures Of a
reporter who was invited by the sociable
ghost to a grand banquet. ball and con-
vention under the ground of old Trinity
ohurchyard. A true tale OF the things
he saw and did not see while he was not
there II is further stated that tho ad-
ventures aforesaid have been written
down by Olive Harper and another"
Queer adventures they were. The young
reporter as we meet him In the first chapter.
sitting dejectedly upon a tombstone one
night in Trinity churchyard, was In bad
way. He was in love with the only daughter
OF millionaire and she was to be married
neIt day to an impecunious pobleman
from France. When 1t Ia added that his
chief had given him an assignment to 20
and write description OF the wedding
presents and that he had just turned in his
copy It will be understood that he was feel
ing IA miserable as need be. He had a pipe
and tobacco In one pocket and he was also
otherwise provided for. "In another
pocket was flask OF good whiskey, which
he always carried for such emergencies as
might arise in his profession AZ reporter,
but it was full and untouched He was
thus not altogether without the possibility
OF consolation. Presently he became
aware that he was not alone. From every
grave issued q shade which took form az it
rose, and one shadowy, loose jointed ghost
shook himself 80 that his bones ratified
like bag Of dry oyster shells and
drummed on tombstone with his heels
The newspaper man gave the loose jointed
ghost smoke and drink and they becama
quite friendly. Dear sir said the
shadowy one. you are a Christian! I
have not had snifter for AZ many years
as have been dead. Tears enough TO
float a 74-gun ship have believed my
grave, but nobody has ever thought OF
pouring out little good rum. All. there
IL flavor about rum so rich and fine that 1t
makes one think Of oil the molasses in the
world boiled down into one bottle. Here's
to your health, your very good health,
the health Of your wife, your children,
your mother, and hoping your bottle may
never be empty"
The young newspaper man learned A
number Of things about ghosts that night
He found that they are practical and do
not care 10 much for sentiment "a MANY
persons think, and that when they have
the chance they like to come up above
ground with a bit of sandpaper and rub
the lies off their headstones.
One unfortunate, the shade of the late
Mr. Peleg Eddy, was so annoyed with the
sentimental dogEerel plnced over him that,
when asked whore his tombstone was,
he answered with n good deal of warmth:
"You may ask II you like, but shall not
answer. DO you think it ia not enough
to have to lie under that stuff without let
ting all the rubberneckers in the country
know where it IL that they may come and
make fun of it2" After an adventurous
night spent with the shades the
young reporter found himself next
morning seated on the very slab where
he had met the sociable ghost. His tobacco
was all gone and there was not Il drop OF
whiskey left in the flask, His heartache
over the niionaire's tickle daughter who
married the nobleman from France became
a chastened sorrow His grief was cured.