The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1918-03-22
OF A GHOST
BY EvELENA RAssuRY.

prested HOw's never you set under
de shade out in de yard, an I'll press
lt-bein's it's you.
Honey, 1 seen er sight las night as
war ealkerlated 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 Pam
ter graveyard.
you member l tole you Canaan
chu'ch had new elder dis yeah? Well,
he shO am a fine loOkin' man, and de
sisters, day am as one voice 'claimin'
him "a good servant in de moral vine
yard.
About de time de elder, Broder
Jones, coined to us, Sister Judy Man
ions time war out on de farm whar
she war sent fer usin' fame language in
de temple; an bein' nifty 1igious, 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 a 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'
| 'Cponn 10 M -.
purity often 'roun dar helpin' Sis Judy
wild de wurk, an tryin' to 'suade Pearl
to wax in de narrer pat.
flows never, we did'n' fine out tell
| week fore las dat in his zeal he war
thinkin' Nv mahyn' Pearl to save her.
Dat scan'las 'ceedin' call'd fer er
church 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 WIZ
her chile she warn't fit TO hOr up de
repatriation NV a 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 denF
isis Judy's patience was bout
sausted, so'she ups an tells how Pearl
done jine de church four summers han
runnin-day jes' warn't no 'ligion 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 guild.
ed by de flOck's wishes. De chuch den
chosen Judy, as a more sutabler help.
meet fer de elder dan sinner oman.
De elder glanted Judy home, an de
mex day we hearn of de 'proachin'
weddin'.
Judy 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
fine an 'vincin' sermon. Oar wus some
twenty odd mO'ners, an when Sis Judy
got happy in a good weavin' way, an
flung up her hans an started:
High up in heaven,
High up in heaven,
Asittin' on de bench wild Jesus
oar wus one of de torn-downest shout.
ems you ever hurd in yoh born days
1t sho wus IA gran time. Som'e'rs bout
midnight he dismissed de crowd wild
er blesSin', an tole um him an Sis
Judy Manion gwine er beIn' broke he
specially 'yited dem to foller de
Scriptural junction a jlne hans In de
holy ban of wedlock, an de meetin
form in Il 'cession. two an two, march
down de road TO Sis Manion's house
whar de knot would be tied.
dat ole man Able started. Hark
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
rung wild de music. Al-to-once IL popt
into my haid dat we got to pass Painter
graveyard.
"All 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 all yoh
born days. l looked. an so help me
Gawd, dar in a strange light de sperit
Nv man an de sperit Nv painter; er
painter taring' de mans neck. an de
man stickin' his knife In de painters
side, jist like I'd hearn tell Nv as how
de graveyard got its name.
! II cotched my BRET an tried to run
wild Judge an de balance. but sumpun
got wrong wild my laigs an | couldn'
move, an dar / stood wild dem two
awful sperits er facln' me. Al-to-once
sumpun guggled In my froat, an de
foam coined er runnin fru my mouf,
an down In de middle nv de road