Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1918-08-20
LAYING OF A GHOST
BY EvELENA RASRURY.
(Copyright. 191s. Weatern Newapanar IInio

tSopyrisht 1S1s, western Newspaper Union.l
"Press yoh 0rgandie Lawsy Music.
after de 'sperience had las nigbC,
here you comes a wantin' er organdie
prested! How's never you set under
de shade out In de yard, an I'll press
it-bein's it's you.
Honey, seen er sight las night as
war calkerlated to make me hate de
vanities Nv dis yere sin-soaked WORT.
I've hearn of sperits what sneaked
'roun' an showed deyselves to lone
pussons; but, chile, las night morn
hundred Nv us saw de ghos' Nv PAN.
ter graveyard.
"You member I tole you Canaan
chu'ch had a new elder dis yeah? Well,
he sho am fine lookin' man, and de
sisters. day am as one voice 'claimin'
him good servant in de moral vine
yard.
"About de time de elder, Broder
Jones, coined to us, Sister Judy Man.
IONS time war out c. de farm whar
she war sent fer usin' fame language in
de temple; an bein' nifty 'igious, she
coined right up to de front an polo
gized to de chu'ch. to de deacons an
to everybody fer castin' shame on de
Shepherds flock. We insulted ober de
mattah, an 'cided to fergib her back
sliddin' an took her back in de busum
Nv de cOngregashum.
"Her an dat good-fer-nothin' gal o.
hern. Pearl, got house bout a mile
frum de chu'ch, an she went to wurk
fer de cause. She worked early an
late. an wus wunst more de piller Of
de chu'ch. 'Cose such 'votion could'n'
'scape de preachers eye, an he war
purity often 'roun' dar helpin' Sis Judy
wild de wurk. an tryin' to 'suade Pearl
to wax In de narrer PAT.
slows never, we did'n' fine out tell
week fore lGs' dat In his zeal he war
thinkin' Nv mahyn' Pearl to save her.
Dat scan'las 'ceedin' call'd fer er
chu'ch meetin'. So we jes' up an toll
de brudder we war'n't gwine had him
jine in matermony wild er sinner. givin'
scandal to de chu'ch. Sis Judy cried
tears as she 'splaned, while Pearl wuz
her chile she warn't fit TO hoP up de
repatriation Nv elder In de chu'ch.
"Brer Jones he looked at de imper-
dent, good-lookin' gal an asked: 'Spose
she jine de fole, howcome we can't
mahy denp
isis Judy's patience was bout
'sausted, so she ups an tells how Pearl
done jine de chuch four summers ham
runnin'-day jes' warn't no 1igion in
her. Pearl few up at dat. an said as
how she amt got no husban' In de pen
like some folks presen' had. Everybody
knowed she luded to her nanny, an
she looked so VICIOUS wild her snapin'
eyes, de elder jes got ober his 'fatua-
ton, an said he war willin' to be grid
ed by de fiock's wishes. De cnu'ch den
| chosen Judy, as more suitabler help
meet fer de elder Can a sinner oman.
De elder glanted Judy home, an de
mex day we hearn of de 'proachin'
| weddin'.
study was fer er chu'ch weddin',
but de elder wus obstinit an said he
didn't want no rival traction to de big
meetin' he wus 'ductin'. So we all
| fetched up at Canaan an dat elder shO
| did wort an preach one more powerful
| fne an 'vincin' sermon. Oar wus some
/ twenty odd mO'ners, an when Sis Judy
| got happy in good weavin' way, an
flung up her hans an started:
"High up In heaven,
| High up in heaven,
| Asittin' on de bench wild Jesus
| dar wus one of de torn-downest shout
ems you ever hurd In yoh born days.
1t sho wus gran time. Som'e'rs bout
| midnight he dismissed de crowd wild
er blessin', an tole UNI him an Sis
Judy Manion gwine er bein' broke he
specially 'vited dem to foller de
Scriptural junction a. jine hans In de
holy ban of wedlock, an de meetin'
form In a 'cession. two an two, march
down de road to Sis Manion's house,
whar de knot would be tied.
"Dat ole man Able started, sHark
from de TOM cause it's all de chune
he knew, an everybody took ct up but
me, an de dark ole swamp on de lef'
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into my haid dat we got TO pass Painter
graveyard.
"AIl Nv er suddin' de 'cession stopt
stone still, de singin' dryin' In ter sing
ers' necks; den rose de awfulest
screechin' you ever heerd In al yoh
born days. looked, an SO help me
Gawd, dar in strange light de sperit
Nv q man an de sperit Nv painter; er
painter taring' de mans neck, an de
man stickin' his knife In de painters
side, jist Ike I'd hearn tell Nv as how
de graveyard got Its name.
aI cotched my BRET an tried to run
wild Judge an de balance, but sumpun
got wrong wild my laiss an couldn'
move, an dar / stood wild dem two
awful sperits er facin- me- ). Al.tn-onna