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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 11, 1912, Image 13

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Being the Tale of the Peculiar
Ending of James.
The tall,yangular ghost smacked
its thin lips in gleeful anticipation
as it passed through the solid
oaken1 door of the house in which
it had lived when on earth. Down
the ancient hall it floated, a' mal
ignant grin distorting its faxe.
Up the broad stairs it mounted
and finally paused before a bed
room door. Upon3 this door it
gave three sepulchral.knocks and
then, in its horrible mirth, laugh
ed aloud, a long, raucous laugh.
There was a stirring within, as
of one fearsomely roused fromA
sweet slumber.
"Who's there?' came in quav
ering tones, at last, from the
other side of the door.
For answer the ghost passed
through the door and into the
room. Sitting in the middle of a
big bed, with the bedclothes
drawn closely around him, was a
stout Englishman, an expression
of abject fear upon his face. At
this man the ghost pointed a
bony filmy finger.
"James," the ghost muttered in
awesome tones, "for 30 years you
were my man servant and for 30
years you lorded it over me. For
30 years I lived in daily fear of
you. You owned me body and
soul, and now that I am dead and
a spook I've returned to haunt
you to hau-u-u-nt you."
The last words the- ghost drew
out in tones- that would fbrjqgjthe
cold shivers to the1 sturdiest
James shuddered, as though he
felt a draft from the regions of
the aurora borealis. His teeth
chattered. His hair stood on
end, in the meantime turning a
snowy white before the ghost's
very eyes.
"I I servjed you faithfuHy,"
James muttered a"t last.
'Too faithfully," the ghost de
dlare'd. "You companionship was
insufferable to me. When I was
on the same plane with yourself
you were my master! If we were
again on tjhe same plane you
would again be' my master and F
would vagaui be afraid of you But;
now that I am transported, I am
YOUR master, and from' now on
I, shall hauqt you nightly.''
"Have mercy ! Have mercy !"
pleaded the wretched James.
"No," cried the ghost, "for your
sins in forcing me to wear a white
cravat when I wished to wear a
red one, for you sins in making,
me appear in evening clothes
punctually at 6 o'clock, I shall
haunt you. Good-bye for the
The ghost passed through the
bedroom door, noting with satis
faction as he went that the very
rafters of the substantial build
ing were shaking with the fear
ful shivering of James. The
ghost floated down the stairs,
through the hall and passed
tjhfough the front door. Outside
it paused for a moment to smack
its lips. It turned for another
look at its former home and was
filled with jiismay.- JhxrrgpgM.

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