The sun., 1908-12-13
SAVYBR'S GHOST MAGELLAN
so SAYS A BROOKLYN NAN
WHO'S OFTEN KEPT AWAKE.

MIR. ROee Has Tried Repeatedly 10 Catch
the Spirit, but Can't-BarbeF Who
Agreed 10 Lay the Chest Single
Handed Loses Hts Nerve and . Bet
There's q stubborn, unlaid ghost. q
gnofne, q goblin. swart fairy at the
least who has settled down for the
winter in a perfectly respectable cellar
over 10 Brooklyn and whiles away the
dismal hours Of the night by ohopping
spectral cordwood with phantom axe.
Instead Of going to board with Mrs Pepper
or another medium and being of some
use In the world and having a pleasant.
dim lighted cabinet all of it's own, this
unhappy ghost-or ghostess is pestering
Marciana Rose OF ii98 Bergen street,
who owns the cellar and the house over 1t
over both the ghost and the cellar.
One would think that In this day and
age. when opportunities for self-improve-
ment and the requirement Of superficial
culture at any rate are 30 widespread.
any ghost. no matter how uncouth OF
origin or plebeian born. would possess
enough manners to keep away from folks
who had never done 1t hurt. or IL 1t
must squat In cellars where 1t isn't wanted
would act like gentleman or a lady and
abstain from coarse noises. This spook
has less Of good manners than a hotel
hat boy. 1t is obtrusively industrious
and Hagrantly noisy.
Mr.. Rose an amiable contractor. awoke
the other night with great suddenness.
He lifted his head from the pillow. pushed
forward the lobe Of his right ear and
listened intently., From the cellar. it
seemed came a steady scra-a-a-a-pe.
scra-a-a-ape. scra-a-a-a-ape, crun-n-ch.
and then thump. 1t was exactly the
noise made by an lily CREASED handsaw
rending way through tough wood.
The thun;p Of course was the impact of
the sawed of block dropping on the
cement flooring Of the cellar. Mr.. Rose
got up and walked into the hall. He
listened again. There it was. sora-a-a-ape.
sora-a-a-ape. scra-a-a-ape, cr'in-n-n-nch,
thumpi
Mr.. Rose and his revolver went down
stairs together lighted by the Pickering
yellow OF the lower hall jet. The only
room in the cellar where q ghost bigg er
than cockroaoh would have elbow room
was the furnace pit. Mr.. Rose paused
for O few minutes when he got there.
The noise had ceased nor did the wood
saving start again that night. The
contractor searched the furnace room
and the other smaller compartments
and went back TO bed scratching his head
There was no wood In the cellar. not
an axe or hatchet, certainly not saw.
The coke couldn't have initiated a young
landslide because there was no coke. Mr.
Rose burned coal in the furnace and the
winters supply was solidly packed in
boxes. There were no window shades
TO flap. the one window was locked; the
cold hadn't been intense enough to freeze
the water pipes and everybody was
asleep. Mr.. Rose himself snoozed pre-
sently. although not until after consider
able perturbation, The next night and
the next the annoying sounds came up
from the cellar, ceasing each time when
MIR. Rose went below to investigate.
On Friday in Looe Daigneault's barber
shop in Bergen street. Mr.. Rose mentioned
the series OF incidents. They had horn
swoggled him, he confessed. Looie, en- |
gagged at the moment in harvesting a
fine crop Of timothy, produced by Jim
Malloy Of the Tenth ward. one of the
wrong side Of the three bridges, laughed
unpleasantly.
HUH said the contractor. miffed a
bit. Maybe you think you could get this
thing. whatever it is. that's been doing |
me out q $50 worth Of sleep every night
There amt ghost alive that can't find. |
know how to win their confidence. You
amt fit TO handle ghost; you're too
rough. Ill bet you went after that poor |
thing IN your cellar as II it were yegg- |
man. Kindness, kindness and a little
-0h. I've heard fellows like you talk
before said the contractor coldly. If |
you're so smart IN give you s25 IL you |
will come to my house after midnight |
Friday and discover what's the, matter
with that cellar
got the nerve to go alone pu. in Tony !
Rose, the contractor q son
You're on" said Looie laconically. |
"I1l be there about 1 o'clock Saturday |
morning. just let me in, that's ALL
1t was little before that hour yester-
day morning when Rose opened I'll the door
laughed. Back OF Looie was a string Of |
prominent Tenth warders. including dim
Malloy, most OF whom were, armed with
stout canes. Looie's coat pocket bulged
a bit. The barber shop cannon lay. within.
Nothing doing said Rose firmly after
said you had the nerve to go into the cellar
alone and stay there. Here you come
with half Of Brooklyn. Ghost quit work
anyway as soon as I came into the hail.
Mr.. Daigneault argued he wss ready.
but he said he ought to have another man
Mth him IN % the zig IA tSs
Mr.. Rose laughed unpleasantly and re-
marked that Mr., Daigneault has Dutched
his book.
IF you come back alone and stay in
my cellar from midnight until O'Clock !
IN pay the $25," he said. Otherwise
M nd ha oIn |
firmly.
There the matter rests.