The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1904-01-15
THE GHOST OF
CHALF0NT MANOR

} fours before the case.
. 'Whcw, what musty hole" The OK
? p'orcr shifted disgustedly. Turns
right round. too, Got q match"
But thaWnccy was out of carshot
Ackroyd h"sItatod moment ana then
stumbled ncryOusly forward
Wonder why that chap doesn't
come" hc muttcrcd "I-I-'
A cry of terror broke from him. His
feet had come ia contact with some.
thlng soft-soft ana alive, and rcSponsi.
bic, perhaps. for the disc0rdaHt howl
which reached Chaunccy, stll knccling
IA the garden, ANA sent the blood from
his face.
Tommy Tommy old chap, I'm
coming"
lie rushed through the door and
along the passage, careless that his out
spread hands scraped against rough,
succeed walls An unexpected turn.
and his heart stood still as he became
conscious OF the hickcrlng light of n
candle. 1t lighted corner of a de
serted hall, and IL showed him as he
advanced, half-dazcd, a man who bent
over limp. PROSTATE form. while
! rOugh-halrcd iOH terrier stood licking
It's white face with steady pcreoycr-
aucC.
Suddenly the sul figure opened its
/ eyes.
What is IT," falDcrcd Ackroyd.
! Then hc raised himself 10 a sitting po-
! sltou. ana memory struggled back.
| The cat The ghost There wa, one.
after all felt IT, Who are you:
where's Chaunccy:"
a very human. laugh answered him
My dear fellow. Nippcr happens 10
! be IN the flesh as yet and dog into
the bargain, May / ask what yourG
doing IN my-oh, here are two of youf'
AS Chamccy stepped uncertainty for
ward.
who are YOU ho faltorcd staring
at lined face ana big quizzical eyes.
Roger Bickucll at YOU service. And
! who
II was shrill cry in q woman's
voit-'-terror doubt, rapture ia
breath At the threshold of the pas
sage stood little, familiar figure with
trembling extended hands And the
man who had bent over Ackroyd said
elizabeth" as q child might pro-
nOunCc a difficult word.
Then Chauncey's presence OF mind
overlook him with a rush He grippcd
his dazcd schoofcllow by the shoulder
ANA dragged him 10 his feet.
come on" ne whispered. as he hnlf
carried him through the passage into
the stiffness OF the garden, were in
the way"
Don't shove So I'm all right now.
But wh-what are YOU blubbing forF'
asked Ackroyd family. He felt trife
ashamed of himself
Chaunccy turned anCrily upon him
I'm not blubbing. YOU ass! What
did you 20 and faint for? Never seen
a foX-tcrricrW
II didn't" gaspcd tn invalid, nm
hlushingly. Look here, that WAS Miss
Spruce. the bicycle woman. What the
dickens does IL all mcan?'
you've got the paper Let's have a
squiut"
Ackroyd sprawlcd in the playground
q day or two later, with his elbows ON
the grass and his chin on his hands.
He was devouring a lurid column in
local paper which was headed: ~
Dead Man Comes to Life. Romantic
Story, and was devoted TO the return
of Mr. Roger Bicknoll. OF Chalfont Ma.
nor. lie looked up at Chaunceys Qucs-
ton.
"Awfully rummy tale" he said.
Every one thought he was dead. aud
he was exploring in deserts and things.
and never came home cause he'd
heard she'd died when they had the
smallpox here seven years ago. They
were spoons or something"
And both came up smiling sort Of
Mothers Hubbards dog business"
said Chauncey, meditatively.
We'll he got tired, and came home
suddenly. and went over his first even.
ing from the Bold Arms. at Maltby. 10
look at his old place. Got in through
our door. evidently. And the lady In
question was walking i'm the neighbor-
hood, and was attracted 10y light in
the uninhabited house. this johnny
says"
1t was your Squawk that fetched
her. They're going TO be married. 'tsaid
Chauucey. Must have been her YOU
saw in the trees Gummy. il the other
chaps kncw"'-New York News