Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1910-12-15
instructions to hand It to the janitor
as soon as possible.

in loving remembrance of his mem.
ory," Tacks explained with something
that sounded like catch in his voice.
Hasn't that boy lovely disposi-
tion," Aunt Martha beamed on Tacks,
to be so forgiving to the janitor after
the horrid man had sworn at him and
blamed him for putting a cat in the
dumb waiter and sending 1t ur to the
nervous lady on the seventh floor.
who abominated cats and who
screamed and fell over In tub of
suds when she opened the dumb
waiter door to get her groceries and
the cat jumped at her? Mercy how
can the boy be so generous?"
Tacks bore up bravely under this
panegyric of praise and his face wore
rapt expression which amounted al
most to religious fervor.
What did You give the janitor,
Angel-Face?" | asked.
Only just another remembrance"
Tacks answered. solemnly. Il hap
pened to find poor, little dead mouse
under the gas range, and | thought
I'd farewell the janitor with It."
Aunt Martha sighed painfully, and
Uncle Peter chuckled inwardly like a
mechanical toy hen.
On the train out to Jiggersville,
Clara ]. was picture entitled THE
Joy OF Living regards to- Mrs.
Pat Campbell; Ibsen please write.
As for me. with every revolution of
the wheels grew more and more a
half portion Of Clipped beef.
"Oh, john" said Clara j., her voice
shrill with excitement; 81 forgot to
tell you left my key with mother
and she's going to superintend the
packing Of the furniture this after
noon. BY evening she expects to have
everything loaded In the van and we
won't have to wait any time for our
trunks and things!"
Great Scott" l yelled Maybe
you won't like the house! Maybe it's
only shanty with holes in the roof
er, l mean, maybe you'll be disap.
| pointed with the layout! What's the
| blithering sense of being in such q
consuming fever about moving the
fiendish furniture? I'm certain you'll
hate the very sight of this corn-crih
out among the ant hills. Can't you
back-pedal on the furniture gag and
give yourself chance to hear the
answer to what you ask YOURSELF"
Clara ]. looked tearfully at me fol
moment; then she went over ant
sat with Aunt Martha and told hel
how glad she was we were moving te
the country where the pure air woult
no doubt have soothing effect OF
my nerves, because l certainly has
grown irritable of late.
At last we reached the little old 10,
cabin down the lane, and after thu
first glimpse knew 1t was all of.
| The place had borrowed from
Bunch for few minutes was a dream
all right, all right.
With its beautiful lawns and IL
II glistenlng graveled walks; with
modern house perfect In every detail
with its murmuring brooklet rushing
away into a perspective OF noddini
green trees, and with the bright sun
shine smiling welcome over all. 1
made a picture calculated to charm
the most hardened city crab that eve
crawled away from the cover of tn,
skyscrapers.
AS for Clara j., she simply threw
up both hands and screamed for help
She danced and yelled with delight
Then she Rugged and kissed me witt
a thousand reiterated thanks for m!
glorious present.
felt as joyous as Jelly fish. Ten
legged microbes began to. climb int
my pores. Everything had In m!
system rushed to my head. coult
see myself in the giggle-giggle ward IL
bat house, playing was the KIM
Of England
was a Joke turned upside down.
After they had examined ever,
nook and Granny Of the place and hat
talked themselves hoarse with de
light, called them all up on tn,
front piazza for the purpose of put
ting out their lights with my ghos
story.
| figured on driving them all bacl
to the depot with about four para
graphs Of creepy talk, so when haC
them huddled l began in a hoars,
whisper to raise their hair.
| told them that no doubt they hat
noticed the worried expression on m,
face and explained that 1t was du,
chiefly to the fact that had learned
quite by acciden, that this beautiful
place was haunted.
Tacks grew so excited that b,
dropped a garden spade off the piazz;
and into dollhouse below, breaking
seven panes of glass. but the other
only smiled indulgently and went on
jumped headfirst into my mos
blood-curdling story and related In de
tail how murder had been com
mitted on the very site the house We
built on and how fierce bewhiskere,
spirit roamed the premises at nigh
and demanded vengeance. describe,
in awful words the narrowing spec
tacle and all l got at the finish wa
the boot from Uncle Peter.
Poor John" said Clara j. 81 ha.
| M idea Won were so run down WIN