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New-York tribune., 1921-02-13
Ghosts Feel House Shortage

T~HE attention of the British
v Society for Psychical Research
has been directed toward the
ruthless demolition of various ancient
manor houses in England and Scot
land, where for many years the noe
turnal wanderings of old established
family ghosts have been the subject
of close scientific investigation and
report.
The immediate problem confront
ing the society, writes Joseph H.
Applegate, Of The Louisville Courier
Journal, and regarding which vari-
Gus members are considerably per-
turbed, is: "What is going to happen
to the ghosts when their abiding
places are no more?" Family ghosts,
it is declared, are by no means of a
wandering disposition. Having es-
tablished reputation by haunting
one particular house, they stay there.
Some ghosts, as ancient family leg
ends inform us, have haunted one
house for centuries, never appearing
anywhere else.
And now that many such haunted
houses are being auctioned, sold and
torn down, what will the poor ghosts
do? They may find new homes to
haunt-modern skyscrapers, apart
ment houses, for instance--but there
will not be any secret passages in
which to clank chains, nor ivy-clad
turrets to parade around and no mys-
terious windows to fit across in the
moonlight. If they are going to have
new homes to haunt, some ghosts
may come to America. 1t is an in
teresting subject from beginning to
end, and the British Society for
Psychical Research is considerably
wrought up over it.
What augurs the temperance re-
ported at Windsor Castle of the
phantom of Queen Elizabeth? many
are asking. Twenty years ago there
was said to have been a similar visi-
tation. Carr Glynn, an officer of
the Grenadier Guards, saw it and
declared it vanished through a GER
tain part of the wall of the room
in which he beheld it. Investigation
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III smash the basket" The Hopper
declared. Il reckon this chopstick
junk's caused enough trouble; if ye
come an inch nearer III bust 'em!"
They covered before him. Muriel
wept softly. The Hopper was deep
ly moved by her suffering.
"You gents amt got no right to
be rowin', and yer amt goin' to
have these things to row about no
more. Pm goin' to give 'em away.
They're goin'-they're goin' to be-
long to Shaver! They're goin' to be
little Shaver's peaceable or I'll
smash 'em right here!"
He held the basket aloft threaten
ingly. The tense silence was broken
by laugh, an amazingly cheerful
laugh, from Wilton, who turned to-
ward his neighbor and put out his
hand.
Talbot, let's stop being FOOLS" he
said soberly. This man suggests
that we turn both pieces over to Bill
lie-and, by George. Pm willingw
please, fatherm! urged Roger, as
his father shook his head inn
patiently.
Well" Talbot assented grudg-
ingly, as rueful smile crossed his
face, II guess it's all in the family
anyway"
The Hopper was effecting hasty
exit when Muriel and Roger ran
after him. Were going to take
you home" cried Muriel. I'VE
want to see the place where Billie
spent the night. And now that the
troubles all over we want TO do
something for you-both our
fathers will want to do that when
they get through gloating over their
treasures -
"Wen, I gotta set up some new
incubators this mornin', and I'd
thank ye for a lift home" said The
Hopper.
"Oh, you must come and see Us
often! We're going to be friends
always! Billie's ready to cry be-
cause you're goingw
Thank ye, miss" said The Hop-
per, grinning and poking Shaver in
the ribs with his hat, "But va
mustn't get me into no more aouseI
breakin' with a wink). cts
mighty dangerous, miss, for anna
chures like me and yer pal"
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kitchen door. Muriel, having salts
fed herself that Billie, alias Shaver,
was intact-that his person even
bore the marks of maternal care
transferred him to his father AS
she turned her tear-stained face to
the door she beheld The Hopper awk-
wardly twisting the derby which,
with a white shirt, he had donned as
proper for morning call of cere-
mony.
"You!" she cried, sitting a sob.
"Yes'm," responded The Hopper,
rubbing his hand across his nose.
Wilton and Talbot senior, surprised
into silence, stared at The Hopper
in bewilderment, while young Talbot
asserted his rights as a father.
Where did you find this child?
He was kidnapped, snatched away
from the door,
II reckon as how he was" The
Hopper admitted. 81 live over Shell
Road way-Stevens is the name
Charles S. Stevens, butter n eggs
An l found this little shaver in
the road over there settin' up all by
himself in machine. / took him to
my house an done my best to find
where e belonged, but the cops
never heard O. no lost kid. Then
this mornin', when I called 'em up
ag'in, found out about you folks,
an me an Shaver come on right
over here"
Muriel, half laughing, half cry
ing, continued to stare wonderingIy
at the imperturbable Hopper, who
seated himself in an easy chair and
elaborated his account Of the find
ing of the child with a convincing
air Of virtuous contentment.
Mice man; let Billie play wifi
inns watch" Shaver testified, clutch
ing The Hopper's legs affection
ately.
AT this Talbot, remembering his
grievances, broke out afresh:
'My Godr' he cried bitterly,
"every internal thing that can hap
pen to man happened to me yes
terday. It wasn't enough that you
robbed me and tried to kill me, but
when was in town | was robbed in
the subway by a pickpocket A
thief took my billbook containing
valuable data had just received
from my agent in China, giving me
the clew to porcelains, sir. such as
you have never dreamed of. Some
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showed that three centuries before
there had been a door, since sealed,
at that very spot. That is the
structure where the ghosts of the
quarrelsome but beautiful Duchess
of Cleveland, the saucy tongued
Duchess de Mazarin and the un-
happy Catherine Howard, slain by
Henry VIII, are said to have been
seen. The last named woman, it was
reported by alleged witnesses, ran
through the corridor, hair streaming
behind, as she did one day when she
escaped from her guards and rushed
in to beg for her life from her royal
husband.
The early history of England was
practically written around events
which happened in castles and man
ors recently sold. In addition to
those named above, many others
have changed hands. Among them
are Pembroke, the "cradIe of the
Tudors," where the first Tudor was
born; Fineshade Abbey, in North
amptonshire, built partly Of stone
taken from the hall where Mary
Queen of Scots was executed; St.
Osyth's priory, in Essex, erected in
the early part of the twelfth cent
ury; Abbey House, Abingdon, and
the Sutton Courtenay Manor, where
the first "rent kick" against profit
eering landlords was voiced by ten
ants; Quenby House, in leicester
shire, where Stilton cheese was first
made; the Stoke Park estate, home
Of John Penn, where the monument
to the poet Gray was erected; the
Great House in the town of Buford,
in the Cotswolds, of literary mem
cries, with Samuel Crisp and Fanny
Burney as onetime residents; Snowre
Hall, where Charles | found asylum
for few days, probably the place
described by Dumas in his D'Ar-
tagnan romances dealing with that
unfortunate king; Oldham Castle,
where David Bruce was taken pris-
oner in 1876, and the old Castle of
Skenfrith. All have changed own
ers. Many may be razed. Most
legends about them involve appari-
tions. What will become of these
ghosts when the places they haunt
will have been destroyed?
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since that time. She is the only
woman who has not been eager for
and ready to grasp at suggestions.
Red Socks for a Baby

"One woman once sent me some
bright red baby socks. They were
for a very small baby. l wrote
and told her that the work was
nice but that could not consider
trying to sell that color. White or
very delicate blues and pinks would
be salable. She was nice about it
and took the suggestion, but she
had had her reasons for those baby
socks. She said she had made them
of red because she thought they
would be so cheerful for the win
ter time.
We looked at more things, the
work of farm women during the
long shut-in days, far from compan-
ionship and sociability of the towns.
Here were some little knitted flow
ers of bright colors that would make
trimming for hats. On a rack were
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"A burglar went all through the
mouse once and carried off his
clothes and he never knew it. But
Mr.. Talbot has insomnia horribly:
you'll have to be careful there,"
MURIEL'S statement as to the
vulnerability of the conserva.
tory window at the Wilton house
proved true in every particular.
He drew down the curtains. took
candle from a silver candelabrum
and fell to work upon the safe. He
was surprised to find himself more
nervous with the figures in his hand
than on memorable occasions in the
old days when he had assaulted
safes by force. Two attempts failed,
but the third time the knob caught
and IN a moment the door swung
open, disclosing shelves filed with
vases, bottles, bowls and plates. An
array of silver struck The Hopper
as a much more tangible asset than
the pottery; he lifted the lid of a
jeweled box and diamonds flashed
dazzlingly. These things were his
for the taking.
But The Hopper steeled his heart
against temptation, drew his candle
along the shelf and scrutinized the
pottery carefully. There could be
no mistaking the sang de bsuf jar,
whose brilliant glaze frightened in
the candle glow. He lifted it ten
derby, checked off the various points
Of Muriel's description, and locked
the safe.
The creaking of the stair steps
caught his ear as he again crossed
the dining room. Some one was de-
scending slowly and cautiously.
me hopper noiseiessiy gained the
conservatory door and lost no time
in seeking the outer air, but he
fingered, crouching os the steps and
peering through the door. The
quick flashes Of an electric lamp
preceded the entrance Of an elderly
man, with white hair and sharply
pointed beard, fully dressed and
with golf cap pulled low on his
head. Muriers father beyond a
doubt; The Hopper recognized him
from a photograph he had noted on
the table in the living room of
Murieps cottage.
Wilton's actions were not those
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Market for Homemade Wares
Garden Association T rovides the
Market for I Home-Made Wares

a handsome crocheted bedspread
and some braided rugs. Another
woman had made up some little
bundles of wood which she had
dipped in copperas. One of these
thrown into an open fire gives :
green and blue flame of driftwood.
There were bayberry and hand
dipped candles in the shop. And
one woman has carefully segregated
the seed Of a rare pink poppy, which
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window and become a close specta-
tor of spirited rough-and tumble
fight.
Upstairs some one shouted to
know what was the matter. Enough
was the matter to satisfy The Hop
per that prolonged stay in the
neighborhood might be highly detri-
mental to his future liberty. He
crawled through the window and
seized blue-and-white vase that
had been drawn close to the edge
of shelf filled with pottery. Re-
gaining the window, he turned for
last look at the struggling men,
who, apparently, had not noticed
his dash into the library. A young
man in his nightclothes rushed into
the room as The Hopper jumped
out; pistol cracked, and he landed
on the veranda amid shower of
glass from shattered pane.
IT was difficult to communicate to
hostile listeners Muriel's charm;
the perfectly natural way in which,
having caught him in her own
house, she enlisted his services in
the settlement of the Wilton-Talbot
feud. Mary couldn't understand it;
in her view of the matter he was
merely a fool--a fool in the first
place for running off with the child
and a greater one for returning to
the house only to enmesh himself
more deeply in difficulties. Humpy
most annoyingly counted upon his
fingers as he reckoned the ''time"
that was in store for all of them.
THE HOPPER set off from their
bungalow at o'clock in the
roadster with Shaver (who was
quite cheerful in the prospect of see-
ing mamma and papa and all his
gran'pas immediately, and fifty
thousand dollars worth of ceramics.
BY this time the confding young
Talbots probably knew that their
offspring had disappeared. AS it
was wholly likely that the New
Haven police had been notified, The
Hopper chose his route with care
to avoid disagreeable encounters.
He presently landed the car at the
rear of the young Talbots' five acres,
caught glimpse of two big auto
mobiles in front OF the house and
decided to reconnoiter the kitchen.
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she offers for sale in tiny packages.
The purpose of the Wotnen's Ma
tional Farm and Garden Associa-
ton is to bring the interests of farm
and city women together. The or
ganization has been able to furnish
few scholarships to girls wanting
to take courses in agricultural
schools. One Of its scholarship
girls is the first woman cow-tester
in Pennsylvania.
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The moment he reached the door
he heard male voices clashing vio-
lently in the living room.
II tell you it's John Wilton that
stole the child! A man who will
enter neighbor's house in the dead
of night and attempt to rob him
rob him, yes, and murder him in the
most brutal fashion-would not
scruple to steal his own grand
child!"
"You talk about my stealing when
you robbed me of my Lang-Yao!
Bribed my servants to sneak it out
of my safe! | want you to under
stand once and for all, Wilbur Tai
bot, if that jar isn't returned within
one hour--one hour, sir--I shall
turn you over to the policew
Liar" beloved Talbot, who,
though small of stature, had voice
of great resonance. "You can't nit
igate your crime by charging me
with another! I never saw your
jar; I never wanted it; I wouldn't t
have the thing on my place"
Shaver lifted a startled face to
The Hopper.
Don't you be afraid, Shaver; you
trot right in there to your ma"
He led the child to the living room
door and pushed him into the room
where Talbot senior paced the floor
with angry strides, declaiming upon
his wrongs, while his son kept step
with him. Wilton--a patch over his
left eye-was trying to disengage
himself from his daughters arms
with the obvious intention of doing
violence to his neighbor.
"I'm sure papa never meant to
hurt you: it's all terrible mistake"
Muriel moaned.
"He had an accomplice," Talbot
beloved, land while he was trying
to murder me there in my own house
the plum blossom vase was carried
off, and if Roger hadn't pushed him
out of the window after his accom-
plice, Pd-Id"--
Il
A PIERCING scream from Muriel
checked him. Look Look. It's
Billie come back!"
She sprang to the door and clasped
the delighted Billie to her bosom.
The Hopper suffered Shaver to
hold the center of the stage until he
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A &OAIN4 AISlS Shop uP SAa eaS
"a third floor of a building on
Madison Avenue contains all
s,rts Of homely things, the work of
uau,en's hands. There are home
mstss brush "broons, crocheted
shings, jellies. and hand-woven bas-
ksts. The things are spread out sort
Of the way they are arranged at
fairs and the entire method of dis
nlaying them is significant of what
they are.
These articles are the work of
farm women brought to a market in
the city By the Women's National
Farm and Garden Association. Be-
sides furnishing a place where the
things can be shown and sold, the
women in the New York Office give
instruction and suggestion to their
sisters in the remote rural districts.
Mrs. S. A. Brown is chairman of the
work in New York, and she finds
many interesting stories behind the
goods that she handles.
Women Learn Easily
"Some Of the women are particu-
lsrly susceptible to suggestion" said
Mrs. Brown last week in discussing
the articles in the shop, "You see
this impossible towel, with BABY
so elaborately done in pink in the
crocheting, and this one decorated
with the intricate and terrible but
terfy. The materials are bad and
both pieces are in such bad taste
that no one would ever buy them.
But the work is good. | wrote to the
woman who sent those things in and
gave her pattern. Now, look at
this handsome cover for card table.
That was made by the same woman.
She caught my idea Immediately,
and you see she can do really
salable work.
1t was true. The card table cover
in natural linen, with a heavy
crocheted edge which held it tight
over the top of the table, was a
beauty and something which GER
tainly looked salable.
''This little towel was made by
a woman who is more than eighty
years DID," continued Mrs. Brown,
picking up another article. 1.-THE
first piece she sent in was covered
with bright pink and blue feather
stitching. We wrote and explained
that palmer things, and especially
those done in white, were more in
demand, and she sent US this.
This little guest towel was dec
Grated with set-in row of fine
knitted lace. The damask was of
exceptional quality and the work
very dainty. 1t was almost too fine
TO attract much demand, and for
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aSsented to this sanguine view of
the matter.
And Mr., Talbot keeps his more
valuable pieces in a cabinet built
hto the bookshelves in MS library,
It's on the left side as you stand in
the door, and you look for the
works Of Thomas Carlyle - about
dozen volumes, only not books at
au' you know-it's only the hacks
OF books painted on steel-and IL
you press a spring in the right-hand
s'oe the whole section swings out.
1 suppose you've seen that sort of
hiding placer"
We'll, not jes' exactly, miss. But
haVln tip helps"
She took up a sheet Of paper and
Scrlbbled, while he again eyed the
window and again put from him the
thought of escape.
There! That's the combination
VI 1ather's safe" She turned her
wrist to look at her watch. cts
nearly IL o'clock and you can catch
{ trolley in ten minutes that will
ake you right past fathers house.
1ae buffers an old man who fo,.gets
70 lock the windows half the time.
ana there's one in the conservatory
W''n a broken latch-papa's very
eSreless about such things"
HE HOPPER listened with grow
ing interest, asking questions.
H@'ng in his mind very accurate
p''eure Of the home of Shaver's
maternal grandfather. Muriel then
described the Talbot house.
ihere's a French Window
'Ong glass door, you know-on the
~ samoa think you might get in
mere She sketched an outline and
au0icated' the point of attack with
aef pencil. ''of course, shouldn't
s, a',' 10 ask you to do anything that
1n'---might cause you trouble. /
should ',u.. hate that awfully!"
~ inere's always the chance, miss" {"
m e hopper admitted with feeling.
a, .auriei had hypnotized him as COM
p'eseiy as Shaver had. He stood
eS'ae her passively watching her
@n'pt1y her sketch and noting her
Siim, N, ninable fingers.
Na'ner's always sound sleeper.
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which are not commonly sold in
stores. The little baskets of black
walnut meats sold particularly well
at Christmas. They represent lots
Of work and are hard to get in the
city at any time.
One Was Indignant
II have never written and made
a suggestion to any of the farm
women which they did not follow,
with one exception" said Mrs.
Brown. "This was the case of a
woman who wrote that she had
been an art student in some city
and had married farmer. She
thought that she might do something
along the line of her art that would
sell. l felt skeptical, but thought
it best to encourage her. Consequent
ly she sent me some baby announce
ment cards. | need not go into a
description of those cards, but |
will say that they were absolutely
unstable.
IL wrote to her with all the di-
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Articles Made in the Rural Home
Are Offered for Sale in a
Madison Avenue Shop

the endless amount of work In that
lace one could not help feeling of
despair. No one but woman on
farm who was more than eighty
years old would ever spend the time
and care doing such piece OF work.
Helps Her Husband
Many of the women crochet, and
it seems as if all Of them can do
tatting. Some Of the first work is
really good. Here is some work
from woman in Boston," and Mrs.
Brown showed me more crocheting.
She was at one time very we'll to
do and during the war she sold sew
oral thousand dollars worth of
her work for the Red Cross. Later,
when her husband lost his money,
she was obliged to turn her talent
to earning her living. AS you see,
her work is highly desirable, and
there is no doubt but that she will
be able to make very comfortable
sum with it every year.
Have you noticed that apron
over there?" I had, because
thought should like one something
similar myself. well, you should
have seen the first that the woman
who made that one sent me. 1t
was gaudy and made along q mis-
cradle pattern. The sewing was
good, and SO I returned it and sent
her an apron of a better pattern and
that cretonne. Without any further
questions she sent me these aprons.
And now that she has the idea she
will no doubt select materials her
self and send in others
We then examined some queer lit
tie round things made of fine netting
and weighted around the border with
beads.
"Those were sent to US from a
woman whose mother was Scotch.
They are to be placed over q sugar
bowl or cream pitcher or other dish
containing food to keep the dirt and
flies out. She said that district
nurses liked them very much to put
over glasses of medicine in the sick
room. Her mother used to make
them as sort of charitable contri-
button and give them to the nurses.
Now that this woman has to make q
little money, she is putting them on
sale with us. That heavy apron
made of sacking is from the same
woman and was made after a Scotch
pattern.
Mixed Caps and Jelly
One of the chief troubles in the
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T1P ON Madison AUe-

T7P ON Madison Ave-
~ nue an NeW York is u
little shop under the aus
pices of the Women'S
National Farm and Gar
den Association, MAIN
tanned for the purpose of
helping Women of the
rural districts dispose of
the articles they devise
for the pin money fund.
These pictures illustrate
an Whnt U0ried directions
their talents run, the
articles Varying from
fancy 4Oork to kitchen
caps, aprons and apple
butter
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of your work, too, dare say! Don't
you contradict me! You don't con-
tradict me? Roger, what do you
say to that?"
Wilton was choking with indigna-
tion at this new accusation, and,
therefore, unable to contradict him.
The Hopper coughed timidly and
rose.
BEG pardon, gents" he began,
edging forward and thrusting out
his hat to attract the enraged ora
tors attention. Reg pardon, but
mebbe this is the book ye're talkin'
about. Kind O. funny; l picked that
up in the train yestidy. / wuz goin'
to turn ut in to the agent, but
clean fergot ut. Them things didn't
look very valible."
Talbot snatched the billbook and
dug out the contents. His brow
slowly relaxed and he grumbled
something about a reward, but at
that moment Billie appeared in the
door dragging The Hopper's basket
and babbling volubly to attract
their attention. pity dishes; look,
mamma, pity dishesn'
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Mixed Caps and Jelly

"One of the chief troubles in the
beginning is the farm wonan's lack
OF understanding of the way to put
up her goods for sale. A woman
wrote to me that she was sending
me boudoir cap, some jelly and
some dried apples. When they came
the boudoir cap had just escaped
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THE HOPPER sprang across tn,

room, seized the basket and
turned toward them, tipping it so
they might see the contents. "Ex-
cuse me, gents he began, stepping
hack as the two connoisseurs cried
aloud and started toward him. 81
reckon I'm goin' to have somethin'
to say about this here crockery. |
stole emf stole 'em fer the lady
there--she thinkin' eff you didn't
have 'ern no more ye'd quit rowin'
about EN-. Ye can call the bulls
and turn me in eff ye likes, but I'm
not goin' to have ye fussin' and
causin' the lady trouble. | amt
goin' to stand fer it!"
"Robber!" shouted Talbot. "You
entered my house; it was you"
Stand back, gents! Stand back
and stop calm namesl" commanded
The Hopper, with q flourish of the
basket. Il guess If I'm yanked fer
this I'm not the only one that'll do
time for housebreakin'."
This statement, uttered with great
calnaness, had a sobering effect upon
Wilton, but Talbot pranced around
The Hopper, shaking his stick.
IF you gents come any nearer