Peru High School - Narcissus Yearbook (Peru, IN)

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irq..-l. She'll do, but she certainly is queer. She's not going? I asked in alarm. No, but she has all the symptoms. She seemed pleasant enough when I told her about the work. Then I took her to her room. When I went into the kitchen just now she looked very persimmonyf' It's your imagination, I suggested, it's her way. Yes, and it's been the way with twenty-two of them, said Beth. That afternoon we took a long walk in the park to get up our appetites. We came home through the cold, brisk twilight, anxious for our dinner, and looking forward to a quiet, comfortable evening. I wonder why Kate hasn't lighted the gas, observed Beth, as we en- tered the hall. I suppose she has been busy with the turkey. Beth went back to see how the dinner was progressing and a moment later I heard her frantically calling: Ned, Ned, come here quick. What's the matter? I shouted, running down the hall. Kate's left. Read this. She handed me a piece of paper. This place doesn't suit. Beth, we are bewitchedg there is a spook somewhere. I'm going to investigate. I took a candle and examined the dumbwaiter, but there was nothing spooky about the kitchen. The door of the servant's room was open and in- side everything was orderly. I looked in the closet and finding nothing wrong, was about to depart, when some writing on the under side of the shelf attracted my attention. Holding the candle so that I could get a good light and with Beth looking over my shoulder, I read this warning to domestics: The Missis is fair. The master wears six pairs of cuffs a week and kicks if they ain't stiff. Better git. Jane O'Holligan. There's our spook, I said. V .Q .. ,A, A...-.........- .4.- -.A. A...... ,Wim ,L H ..,, I -sf-J f'-wlfixvng-gvfv--7v1--it-ffv-nj'

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