The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-08-07
ADVENTURES IN AN
OLD HAUNTED HOUSE
CHAPTER III

matte clutched in his hand; his
face pale but determined; but all
was still, not a sound could his
strained ears catch. He muttered
to himself: Ghosts or no ghosts,
I'll tear this house down as soon as
l possibly can, to find them"
He dropped into his grandfath-
er's arm chair, his gun still in his
hand, to watch, but just as dawn
peeped over the horizon he grew
drowsy, and fell asleep, with his
head on his desk.
Lincoln called Tom next morning
as he wanted to go to work. Tom
confided his nights experience to
Lincoln and both sat down to
breakfast. Tom drank his usual
cup of coffee. Uincoln never drank
it). AS soon as Tom drank the cof-
fee he felt nausea creeping on him,
then dizziness, and finally. every
thing turned black before him, and
that was all he remembered until
weeks later, when he found himself
in white bed, with a nurse and a
doctor looking at him; and he did
not low where he was. He tried
to sit up. but the nurse pushed him
gently back, then he said in a
puzzled tone: Where am L? and
what's happened?"
The nurse smiled and said gently
You're at Kings hospital, and you
we're very sick when your friend.
Mr. Moore, brought you here. You
were at Deaths gate"
Good Lord" exploded Tom, "at
Deaths gate, What the thundera-
ton happened to me?-oh, it was
the coffee?"
Yes, it was the Coffee" said the
gruff old doctor, sit was one of the
deadliest poisons on the market,
but you'll pull through, son. so go
TO sleep, now"
But Tom grew more puzzled, and
said slowly: Deadly poison-in
my coffee-how in the deuce did
it get there?-did Lincoln-yes, he
made the coffee. he don't drink
coffee-says it's not good for your
brain" And Toms brows drew to-
gether, then it all came back. The
loss of his ring, the woman's voice
and-the poisoned coffee. Could
Lincoln have been playing him
false? Yet, Lincoln had brought
him to the hospital and looked after
him and his affairs. He fell into a
feverish sleep, over his thoughts.
After awhile, Tom began to mend
and grew better, and, finally told
Lincoln that Tom could go home
with him Cor Tom was now con-
vinced of Lincoln's honestly. They
metBruce Arnold. an old college
chum of theirs, and took him home
with them. They related all OF
Toms mysterious experiences, and
Bruce showed a strong desire to
see the Haunted House." SO they
told him he could, and that he
would hear all the spooks he ever
would care to hear.
The three sat up late into the
night telling ghost stories and
smoking their cigarettes. until
Bruce said he was sleepy and
wanted to 60 to bed, and said he
wanted to sleep with Tom so he
could hear the ghosts
All went we'll, and Tom and
Bruce fell asleep latter telling ex-
periences of their college days) not
to be awakened through the night
with hearing any noises, and both
awakened early next morning.
Bruce declared they dreamed
about the Spirits" and they had
heard nothing; but Tom and Lin
coin told him to wait until the
'spooks' were ready to show off.
Bruce laughed and said he would
stay one more night, and then, per-
haps, the ghosts would come
again. The day passed merrily,
with a small party of club men,
who came to see how Tom was.
Then it was night again, and Tom
and Bruce retired early, leaving
Lincoln smoking a cigarette on the
veranda. They both fell asleep i'm
mediately. When in the still of
the night, they were awakened by a
shot in the room.-Thelma |. Darby. ;
ITO be continued
EDITORS NOTE: The subject
of this story has way of changing