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ass of 1893 IT had been the Babe ' s birthday, and the Soph., the Strong- Man and the Other Fellow were returning- with hira from a little diversion at the Babe ' s expense. The nig-ht was cloudy and moonless — the wind moaned throug-h the roadside hedg-es, and occasionally a spectral g ' ust came rushing- through the dark woods with a wild, hysterical laugh. ' • That night a child might understand, The Dc ' il had business on his hand. Vears ago, along this road, said the Other Fellow, ' ' the Girl in White used to halt belated travelers. I ' m afraid we shall see her to-night, and ghosts are murderous things to meet. Yes, replied the Soph., ' • Scotch spirits killed Bobby Burns. ' ■ ' Shish! no joking, said the Strong Man, the Babe, you know, had an aivful experience one night in the hollow away out on East First Avenue. Three moaning-, headless spectres pursued him with a red-hot trident, bags of sulphur, and eyes as brilliant as ' Annex ' editorials — p-arsued him even to the middle of the bridge, and snatched the tail from his overcoat. Ahl hal exclaimed the Other Fello-iv. 1 never knew before what made that overcoat so ghastly white and so short in the back. The Babe muttei-ed something about ■■ getting even with them ghosts yet, at which the Soph. cleared his throat contemptuously, while the Strong Man and the Other Fellow pulled lovingly at their black Perfectos, and agreed if Hobgoblins were met that night the Babe would probably lose another strip from the rear of his coat. The carriag-e approached the long- hill east of Monmouth, where the road winds down through the woods and crosses a little stream. The Strong Man and the Babe were driving, while the Other Fellow strained his ingenuities to .prevent them turning and counting the occupants of the back cushions. Supernatural sounds were in the air. and once the long weeds at the roadside crackled as if some wild animal were keeping pace with the carriage. Suddenly the horses snorted and reared and — horror of horrors ' , there, not ten steps away, in the middle of the road crouched the Girl in White. The Strong- Man screamed, the Other Fellow fainted, but the iJabe, clutching the tails of his overcoat in one hand and a carriag-e whip in the other, made for that ghost. Then, 0! Pluto! Fates!! and the Furies!!! how ghostly howls and human ana themas mingled with the quick snap, snap of that whalebone whip. Over and over rolled the Ghost and the Babe; deeper and deeper into the mire they wallowed; mud to the eyes, mud to the ears, and mud in their mouths, till the hot glowing epithets could escape their lips no long-er. After a while, the Strong Man and the Other Fellow came up and pulled the Babe, the Soph, and a sadly discolored earriag-e robe out of the ditch. Ralph Pringlis, 48
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Gla?2 o! 1889. YES, we were badly frightened that time. You see, it was one Hallowe ' en nig ' ht, and some of us, as guests of Mattie Reid and Mary 15. SIcMillan, were having funny times over the games and charms peculiar to that evening, when we were attracted } y strange noises outside. Looking out, we saw a curiously attired group, who looked very fantastic in their masks, and who, after serenading us, marched in solemn file toward Prof. Graham ' s. We thought we recognized the voices as belonging to Mrs. Hunter ' s Club, and it occurred to us to secrete ourselves under the hig-h bridge and scare them good on their return. This we did, putting ourselves in as small space as possible. The night was dark. We waited such a long time. It seemed a long time to keep so still. Finally we heard the measured ti-ead of feet. We waited till they were directly over us, and then some piercing- feminine shrieks of various keys and sizes rent the air. The effect was instantaneous. Not a sound above, nor a move. The suspense became intolerable. All at cnce Lucy ' s shawl was slowly dragged up, and then Rose had her hair pulled. A brief, whispered consultation — a sudden dash up the campus, our pursuers at our heels — a sharp bring- ing-up at Mr. Wallace ' s, where we held another council of war with Bess, after frightening her out of a year ' s growth, — and then how we scurried back to the friendly shelter of Prof. R. s, with those dark figures following at what hardly seemed a respectful distanc el Next day, in the halls we were relating the thrilling tale to one of the boys. A strange light stole over his face, and there was the glimmer of a faint smile. The truth flashed on us I It was only those horrid boys ! Bessie V. Reynolds,
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