-Mirove the shivers down ihe
backs of the boys who had come
to learn the truth on "spooks."
It was Hallowe'en. The wind
howled; the uncarpeted stairs
creaked as if stealthy steps were
falling on them. The shutters
shook and the flickering fire made
queer shadows on the bare walls.
"It floats," whispered the old
man apprehensively. l's coming
toward us. It's as light as a
queen It makes ruo riotee. It's
going up and up and if s coming
back." It's coming fast," gurgled
the strange old man again. The
bully crept up closer to the old
fellow's chair and tried to find
his hand in the dim light. The
other boys huddled together and
stared fearfully into the shadows.
"It darts with the wind. See it
scurry into the shadows when the
shutters shake. It has no body
and no face, and yet it floats!"
The chattering teeth of the
bully made'the next boy give a lit
tle start which traveled all around
the circle. The embers died lower.
A queer whistling, wheezing
sound in the rafters sounded
grewsome in the darkness and
not a soul moved or raised his
head for fear the spectre should
approach too near.
"And still it floats, it floats,
it f 1 o a t s," wailed the
strange caretaker. ?
"Look! Look yonder, now it
comes. Closer and closer. It's
disappeared. No. Is that it over
"What?" someone cried.
"A soap bubble," answered the
strange old man.
o o fa
Sandy was walking along the
road in deep thought, and it was
his minister who- brought him to
earth again with:
"Halloa, Sandy! Thinking of
the future, eh?"
"No," replied Sandy, moodily.
"Tomorrow's the wife's birthday,
and A'm thinkin' o' the present"
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