The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1908-09-03
that precious ghost than ever" l be-

felt really anxious about Thursdon
| after that meeting. | was seriously
contemplating another weekend at
the scene of the comedy that had so
| tragic an effect on my friend, when
one morning l found a wire awaiting
| me from Thursdon.
Come down tomorrow" 1t ran,
| leaving for Cape Saturday. Thurs
| dom
went. BY the first available train.
Somehow | smelt tragedy in the air.
| scarcely recognized Roger when
he met me at the station. He was
| looking years older-the wreck OF his
former self.
Yes" he said grimly. I'm off to
the Cape by the next boat, and / go
alone"
Leaving the wife belinda" l MUIR
INJURED. | felt that something more
lay behind.
she suggested it," he replied. His
voice was hoarse with suppressed mis-
cry. she told me she was sure |
wanted a change and the voyage
meant to come too, and 1t seemed rath
er a good idea, but, what do you
think? That same evening | overheard
her telling that Ferdinando fellow that
she hadn't seen the ghost so far, but
she hoped to do so shortly when the
psychic atmosphere would be more
propitious' BY Heaven! she meant
I 80 h.,
tainted presence. Well, I'm off on Sat
urday-by the Goldburg Casale, and
| go for good"
| could see he meant what he said
and that the position was desperate.
| sat Wshout speaking for some min
utes, Roger fully approaching my 81
lence.
At last spoke.
Il mean to try and help you out of
this" | said.
Thursdon looked at me with some
thing like a flicker of hope dawning
re~hed the Manor he was almost
cheerful.
started on the ghost topic to Mrs.
Thursdon as soon as | conveniently
could. She confessed sadly to me that
Sir Oswald still refused to appear
household.
Il wonder" ! remarked meditative-
ly, eff it would appear to me? My
mothers people were Talbots, you
know-the late earl was godfather to
my Aunt Maria"
Mr.. Montgomerie. Sleep in the chap
ell tonight and see
"'Pon my word, I've half a mind
to- | said. In the end it was ar
ranged that an armchair should be
placed in the chapel and that | should
of psychology.
Next morning l duly appeared at
the breakfast table wearing the air of
one who has something painful to
communicate.
Mrs. Thursdon looked at ne with
some surprise, and not little fear in
her eyes. What is it," she said. "Oh,
do tell me. you look so grave"
The fact is" l announced, Il had
suspicion when | proposed to inter
view the ghost last night, and l re-
gret to say my suspicion has been con
tirmed."
Fanny Thursdon gazed at me with
wide open eyes, Roger stared stonily,
You will remember two things
| said "in connection with the legend;
First. that Sir Oswald was impor-
tuned by his tailor for the price of
the very suit he was wearing at the
time of his DEATH and, secondly, that
his body was buried fully dressed
Rogers wife nodded. Roger opened
his mouth and said nothing.
We'll, on the strength of this, when
the apparition appeared" | waved
aside the exclamation that burst from
my hostess, when the apparition ap-
peared | Immediately requested it to
be good enough to take a seat, and my
worst suspicious were confirmed, for
it sat down cross-legged,
There was dead silence for mo-
llSHi, men lHtIt Ndlllc-d p'Suliai
gurgling sound from Thursdon's
throat
II don't understand you, Mr..
Montgomerie," Mrs. Thursdon gasped.
Il had hoped to break the blow
| murmured, casting terrible warn
ing glance at Thursdon, who had gone
purple in the face. The truth is
simply this, you have been living I'M
der most painful misapprehension as
to the antecedents of your-er-fam-
lily ghost-of the specter which you
have been led to treat like-well-on
of the family. Your ghost. in short,
Mrs. Thursdon, so far from being
Sir Oswald Oswalden's, is simply the
spirit of his grasping and mercenary
tailor which returns to bewail over
the grave of the unpaid-for doublet
and vest"
Let me exact the story-teller's privi,
lege of drawing a curtain over the
scene that followed.
The Goldburg Castle sailed without
Roger Thursdon on the following Sat
urday. At present he and his wife are
living as happy as a pair Of turtle
doves, in a really nice and convent
ent modern residence in the neighbor
hood of Muswell Hill.
Making It Sufficient.
81 tried to compliment that opera
-, L., OFF