The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1908-10-24

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"'Avs they found me outr de-
manded Mr.. Piner.
Dead" repeated hcr husband.
starting violently.
up the paper and read slowly, inter
rupted only by the broken ejacula-
lions Of her husband. She read:
"The unfortunate policeman who
was assaulted the other day down at
Mapping passed away peacefully yes
terday evening In the arms of his
wife and family. The ruffian Is be-
lieved to be at sea-"
II wish Q was" said Mr.. Primer,
mournfully. II wish Q was anywhere
but ere. The idea o. making Q delikit
man like that policeman. Why.
'ardly touched I'M"
Promise me you won't 60 out"
said his wife, tearfully.
"Out?" said Mr.. Primer, energetical-
ly; "out? Dye think I'm mad. or
wot? I'm going to stay ere till the
ship sails, then I'm going down in q
cab. Wot dye think want to go out
for"
IT'S the drink as made you do IT,
| said his wife.
| I'll never touch q drop agin," Of.
firmed Mr.. Primer. shivering.
Slowly the days passed until at
length there were only two left, and
he was In such a nervous and over
wrought state that Mrs. Primer was
almost as anxious as he was for the
date Of departure. To comfort him
she read paragraph from the paper
to the effect that the police had given
up the search in despair. Mr.. Primer
shook his head at this, and said It was
q trap to get him out. He also. with Q
view Of defeating the ends Of Justice.
set to work upon hood for the per-
ambulator.
He was employed ON this when his
wife went out to do little shopping.
The house when she returned was
quiet, and there were no signs Of any
thing unusual having occurred; but
when she entered the room she started
back with cry at the sight which
met her eyes. Mr.. Primer was in q
crouching attitude on the sofa. his
face buried in the cushion, while one
leg waved spasmodically in the air.
Charlie" she cried; Charlie"
There was a hollow groan from the
cushion in reply.
What's the matter" she cried, In
alarm. What's the matter?"
'Ive seen It," said Mr.. Primer, in
trembling tones. I've seen ghost.
I was just peeping out of the winder
behind the blind when 1t went by"
Nonsense" said his wife.
His ghost" said Mr.. Primer, 70
gaining a more natural attitude and
shivering violently, red whiskers.
white gloves and all. It's doing beat
up and down this street. / shall go
mad. It's been by twice."
Imagination" said his wife. aghast
at this state of affairs.
I'm afraid of its coming for me-"
said Mr.. Primer. staring wildly. Every
minnit expect to see it with its white
face stuck up agin the winder-pane
staring In at me-"
You mustn't ave such fancies,"
said his wife.
81 see 1t as plain as see you." per
sisted the trembling fireman. 1T was
prancing up and down In just the same
stuck-up way as 1t did when 1t was
alive"
"In draw the blind down." said his
wife.
She crossed over to the window, and
was about to lower the blind when she
suddenly drew back with an involun-
tary exclamation.
Can you see IT." cried her husband.
NO" said Mrs. Primer, recovering
herself. shut your eyes,"
The fireman sprang to his feet.
Keep back" said his wife. don't
look"
II must" said the fireman.
His wife threw herself upon him.
but he pushed her out OF the way and
rushed to the window. Then his jaw
dropped and he murmured incoherent-
ly, for the ghost of the red policeman
was plainly visible. It's lofty carriage
Of the head and pendulum-like swing
VI tHo dTIuS WeTo BoHep duu ~ WdS
struggling in most fleshly manner to
lead recalcitrant costermonger to the
station. In the intervals OF the wres-
Ting bout 1t blew loudly upon a
whistle.
Wonderful" said Mrs. Primer.
nervously. "Lifelike, call It."
The fireman watched the crowd pass
up the road, and then he turned and
regarded her.
Would you like to hear what I call
TT" he Numbered.
mot before the baby, Charlie"
quavered Mrs. Primer, drawing back.
The fireman regarded her silently,
and his demeanor was SO alarming
that she grabbed Charles Augusta
Primer suddenly from his cradle am
held him In front Of her.
You've KEEP me here" said Mr.. Pin.
ner, in voice which trembled with self
pity, "for near three week. For three
weeks I've wasted my time, my little
spare time, and my money in making |
perambulators and whitewashing and
papering, and all sorts of things. I've
heon tha 1arfln4 stock O. this house |