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cious looking black bottle, commenced brewing
beverage, which, by several Indications,
judged to be punch, whiskoy punch. Twas not
mistaken, glass for each was set out on Il
round deal table, which for further comfort was
placed in front of the tirc-ior although it was
an evening in September, the night was cold
and raw, and ha2y scuddlng clouds gave token
OF an approaching storm. Seats were placed
round this, and each one being seated to his sa-
tlstacton, Joe, of course, being placed furthest
from the hcartb--the Jug was produced brim-
tul OF the steaming liquid, the glasses were fill
ed, and the "nighr commenced.


"Well this does feel comfortable, | think y
said Parker taking a sip out of his glass and
stretching his feet far under the table. "Stan-
ly, what makes you so quIel!"


This remark was made during Il slight pause
which occurred in the conversation after, per
haps, two hours Of song-singng, tale-telng,
and every description of mrth, during which
the punch had circulated pretty freely.


ooh, nothing" returned Stanly, who had
been uncommonIy grave for short time. "By
the bye, Parker, what is yonr opinion Of ghosts
and apporilons?n continued he, looking up.


"'Pon my soul, IL don't know" said Par
ket; 81 don't know that ever had any part-
cuar opinion about them. suppose there is
4 good deal Of truth in what is sald, though
can't say that ever isaw anything of the kind.
Sam, what is your notion of such things:n said
he, addressing me.


looked al Joc;--hs face had heightened vi
sib!y already, the supernatural was ever sore
point with hIin, for Il Characteristic of his SIM
pie nature was the readiness with which he
gavo crcdcnce to all stories OF wender and
wltchcratt;-l thought saw at once through
the joke OF 5 andy, and determined to humor it.


"Why," said hcsitalingly, 81 really can't
say. But did you ever hear that this room in
which we are sitting was many years ago the
scene Of very mysterious dongs?"


well got up start, was the only answer
from Stany and Parker, but Joe fairly lcaped
from his seat, and with noise that startled Us
all whirled his chair round in front of the table,
before the fire, and sinking on it, cast look of
such horror into the depth of the chamber as
made Us all involuntarlly follow the direction
of his eyes with ours. Nothing was to be seen,
however, save the hali-lit gloom for the single
candle which we used gave but an imperfect
light, except in It's immediate vicinity. The
fittul uncertain gleam Of the fire, too, sent the
shadows of ourselves and the table in mingled
confusion across the room.


"Why, Joe, what is the matter with you?-
You are not afraid of ghosts, are you?" said
Stanly.


fTo he concluded in orr neStJ