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; Readings and Recitations 

No. 31 

HaHotot'ett J^esttottUa 





Copyright, 1903, by Edgar S. Werner 




T.4.DEN r>'/*rATI5f^i. 


General Alphabetical Index. 


After-Supper Sports, Games, Mysteries. — Stanley Schell 47 

Alphabet Game 40 

Apple Paring 42 

Apple-Pip Test. . • 41 

Apple Seeds » 42 

Apple Seeds '. • ; • ^ . • 56 

Apples and Flour. '. 41 

Apples for Hallowe'en 80 

Arotuid the Walnut Tree ; 51 

At Candle-Lightin' Time. — Paul Laurence Dtmbar 131 

Baby Show 58 

Barrel Hoop 39 

Blind Nut Seekers. • 40 

Bowls (Luggies) .* . . . 35 

Candle and Apple. ap 

Cellar Stairs 35 

Chestnuts. 81 

Chicton.S^ JloJlSj ,..,.; 58 

C/d^^R|iIl. t;. • •/^/* .•€••*...•...•' 4. 59 

Cievef SlatdimaJteli.-*^^5atrice Rice. ', 27 

College"CQlorpi\i} .\:.% 35 

Colored Deiufing^Miltcl^. — Frank L. Stanton 162 

CombifigaEMr JSefgkKMuror 57 

Conutidnixn*Ijut5;J'.;,^* 79 

Courtin*.— James Russell Lowell 163 

Cupid's Time 42, 

Cjmiver 4^ 

Dance Program for Ghost Dance. — Stanley Schell 61 

Dances, Drills, Marches : 24, 26, 60 

Decorations i5» 6 : 

Decorations for Serving Supper.— Stanley Schell 4o 

Don Squixet's Ghost. — Harry Bolingbroke 128 

Dough Test \ ^ 40 

Dreamer. • 55 

Drills, Marches, Dances 24, 26, 60 




Dry Bread 56 

Ducking for Apples. • 52 

Elf-Child. — ^James Whitcomb Riley , , 147 

Enchanted Shirt. — ^John Hay, 148 

Entertainments. — iStanley Schell. •. . . 11-120 

Fagot Ghost Stories « 48 

Famous Ghosts 95 

Feather Tests 36 

Fortune Balls 81 

Fortune Cake S9» 78 

Fortune Slips. — Stanley Schell 79 

Fortune Telling, 48, 79, 82 

Fortune Telling with Dominoes ^ 82 

Four Saucers 42 

Fried Cakes 59 

Game of Fate / 49 

Cames 35-59 

Games and Mysteries for Early Evening 35 

Ghoses. — ^James D. Corrothers 134 

Ghost Dance 60 

Ghost of a Flower , 128 

Ghos* Stories. — Flavia Rosser 127 

Ghost Stories 83-1 16, 128, 136 

Ghost Story Party. — Stanley Schell, 83 

Ghostly Pantomimes 76 

Ghosts. — Henry W. Longfellow. 156 

Goblin Parade 26 

Grape Pudding , 58 

Guess Who ,,,.., ^ 

Hallowe'en (an essay). — Stanley Schell ii~ 

Hallowe'en 143 

Hallowe'en. — Carrie Stem 146 

Hallowe'en. — Madison Cawein 143 

Hallowe'en, — L. Fidelia Wooley Gillette , « . . • , 145 

Hallowe'en Cheer , 155 

Hallowe'en Entertainment , , 65-81 

Hallowe'en Festivities' Decoratioiis , I5» 65 

Hallowe'en German. . . .^^ 6i 

Hallowe'en InvitatipirTorms , I7i 65 

Hallowe'en Pie . w , 80 

Hallowe'en Pni^am, — Stanley Schell 22, 67 

^^T ^|^?ecitations 121-166 

HaK. ^ fen Souvenir Game , .40 



HalloWenSupper.-StanlayScheU "" 

Hiding Ring; Thimble, and Penny. ;' - 

His Father's Ghost \.\.\\,\\\\\\ n 

Home Tests for Hallowe'en - 

Invitation Forms jy 5- 

Jack-o'-Lantem Illustrations 11,15,123 

Jimmy Butler and the Owl 116 

Jumping Lighted Candle ^5 

Launching Boats. 4-, 

Lover's Test. .* ^^ 

Lucky Charms 62 

Macbeth's Forttuie. — Stanley Schell. yo 

Magic Stairs. . ^ ^ r© 

March to Supper. — Stanley Schell ^ 43 

Marches, Drills, Dances 24, 26, 60 

Melon Cream. !.......... rg 

Melting Lead. ^2 

Menu (suggestive) . - 44 

Mirror ^2 

Mirror and Apple ^^ 

Miss Russell's Ghost , 104 

Most Remarkable Vision no 

My Ghost Story ^3 

Naming Bedposts 55 

Necklace. . . . . 42 

Needle Game 38 

New Friends ^ 55 

Omens. — Frank L. Stanton. 144 

One Thing Needful. 134 

Order of Serving Refreshments. — Stanley Schell 77 

Orange Straws. . . s ; ; 59 

Partners for Supper, Method of Securing. — Stanley Schell 43 

Peanut or Bean Hunt 38 

Perplexing Hunt. •.-. . , 37 

Pop*Gom Balls.- .-.;.... 55 

Popping Com.' .- <^r7T."7 :\ . , 123 

Pulling Kale. ..•:... ."^ 37 

Pumpkin Alphobet. . 36 

Queen-Mab. — Shakespeare ". 120 

Raisin Race-. .•.'.•.•.•.•.....*. 39 

Reception and Introduction of Guests. — Stanley Schell ^ 23 

Recipes for Hallowe'en.— Stanley Schell ^. . . . 46^-58 

Recitations. ...;<<...... < ^m'^wdit^ 




Refreshments. — Stanley ScheH 44, 5®, 77 

Refreshment Recipes. — Stanley Schell 46, 58, 78 

Ring and Goblet 42 

Robin Goodfellow, alias Puck, alias Hobgoblin. — Ben Jonson. ... 67 

^Salted Nut-Meats 59 

Samples of Hallowe'en Conundrums. — Stanley Schell 79 

Samples of Fortune Slips. — Stanley Schell 79 

Saved by a Ghost 113 

Say, Au Revoir. — Stanley Schell. . . , , 76 

Secret Test. 35 

Seein* Things. — Eugene Field 135 

Seein' Things. — Stanley Schell 76 ' 

Shadow Pantomimes (suggestive). — Stanley Schell 23 

Snapdragon ; . 38 

Speakin' .Ghost ..-^-Sara S. Rice , 136 

Spook March 24 

Suggestive Menu, for Hallowe'en Supper. — Stanley Schell 44 

Supper , ^ . . . 44 

Supper Games.T-rStanley Schell , 44 

Sweet William's Ghost , 132 

Syrup for Pop-Corn Balls ^ 81 

Tenting To-night. — Stanley Schell 76 

Threading a ^jRedle 40 

That AwfufflJost 88 

That Ghost.r— Anna E. Dickinson 83 

To Test Friends , . , 53 

Touchstone.. ^ » , , , , , , . , '. 36 

Two Roses, . . , ^ , ^ , 53 

Uncle . Dan'l's Apparition. -^Mark Twain and Charles Dudley 

Warner. ^ . . , 151 

Walnut. Boajts.. , , , , , 3P 

Water. Experiment ^o 

When de. Fol^cs is Gone 1^3 

Where PweUs My Lover ^i 

Winding Yarn ^^ 

Winnowing Corn -q 

Witch CQStMme. — Stanley Schell 81 

Witcl;i'.s. C^yern, — Bulwer Lytton. 124 

Witches* Dance, 2 . 

W004 and Water ,..,..... , 56 

Wood Hants. — ^Anna Virginia Culbertson. 141 

Your V^Vtcy Birthday Jewel.— Stanley Schell 63 

your Lucky S^iplc^ \ ^\ 47 



(AU in Part I.) 


After-Supper Sports, Gaines, Mysteries 47 

Clever Matchmakers (play) '. a; 

Dance Program for Ghost Dance 61 

Directions for Serving Supper 45 

Fagot Ghost Stories 48 

Fortune Slips, Samples of 79 

Fortune Telling 48, 79, 8a 

Fortune Telling with Dominoes %2 

Games .^ ^ 39-59 

Game^ and Mysteries for Early Evening • . . • 35 

Ghost Dance. . 60 

Ghost Stories 83-136 

Ghost Story Party ^^ 

Ghostly Pantouumes. . . ^ 76 

Goblin Parade. 26 

Hallowe'en Entertainment ^ 65-81 

Hallowe'en Festivities* Decorations 15. 65 

Hallowe'en German 61 

Hallowe'en Invitation Forms tj • • • • ^ 7» ^5 

Hallowe'en Program tT. ... 22,67 

Hallowe'en Supper '. 58 

Home Tests for Hallowe'en 53 

Lucky Charms 6a 

Macbeth's Fortune (play) 70 

March to Supper 43 

Menu (suggestive) 44 

Order of Serving Refreshments 77 

Partners for Supper, Method of Securing i 43 

Reception and Introduction of Guests 23 

Recipes for Hallowe'en 46, 58 

Refreshments i 44, 58, 77 

Samples of Contmdrtuns for Hallowe'en 77 

Shadow Pantomimes (suggestive) 23 

Spook March. ...;......; 24 

Supper. 44 

Supper Games 44 

Witch Costume l^BP&L 

Witches' Dance >^&lf^*^i 

Your Lucky Birthday Jewel, , , . ,,,»,♦,,,,,,,♦,, ^ ,, . J»^ ' . ( 6J 






At Candle-Lightin'Tlme. ... 131 

Courtin' 163 

Colored Danciiig Match. .... 163 

Don Sqtiixet's Ghost. 128 

Elf-Child 147 

Enchanted Shirt 148 

Famous Ghosts 95 

Ghos' Stories 127 

Ghoses 134 

Ghost of a Flower. 128 

Ghosts X56 

Hallowe'en (aa essay) 11 

Hallowe'en. 143 

Hallowe'en. • • 143 

Hallowe'en. 145 

Hallowe'en 146 

Hallowe'en Cheer. • 155 

His Father's Ghost 1 1 1 

Jimmy Butler and the OwL. 216 

Miss Russell's Ghost. 204 


Most Remarkable Vision. ... no 

My Ghost Story. 93 

Omens 144 

One Thing Needful 134 

Popping Com. 123 

Queen Mab 120 

Robin Goodf ellow — alias 

Puck, alias Hobgoblin. ... 67 

Saved by a Ghost. 113 

Secret Test. . • • 35 

Seein' Things' 135 

Speakin' Ghost 136 

Sweet William's Ghost 132 

That Awful Ghost 88 

That Ghost. 83 

Uncle Dan'l's Apparition. . • r5i 

When de Folks is Gone 142 

Witch's Cavern, .•«...•...• 124 

. Wood Hants. • • • • • • 141 

Ghost Stories. 

Don Squixet's Ghost 128 

Famous Ghosts 95 

His Father's Ghost 1 1 1 

Jimmy Butler and the Owl. . 116 

Miss Russell's Ghost 104 

Most Remarkable Vision. ... no 

My Ghost Story 93 

Saved by a Ghost 113 

Speakin' Ghost 136 

That Awful Ghost &S ■ 

That Ghost 83 

Hallowe'en Recipes. 

Apples for Hallowe'en 80 

Chestnuts 81 

Chicken Salad Rolls 58 

Cider Flip 59 

Conundrum Nuts 79 

Forttme Balls 81 

Fortune Cake 59» 7^ 

Fried Cakes 59 

Grape Pudding 58 

Hallowe'en Pie 80 

Melon Cream 58 

Orange Straws 59 

Pop-Corn Balls 59 

Salted Nut-Meats 59 

Syrup for Pop-Corn Balls. . . 81 



(All in Part I.) 

After-Supper Sports, Games, 

Mysteries 47 

Alphabet Game 40 

Apple Paring 42 

Apple-Pip Test 41 

Apple Seeds '42 

Apple Seeds. 56 

Apples and Flour 41 

Around the Walnut Tree 51 

'Baby Show 58 

Barrel Hoop 39 

Blind Nut Seekers 40 

Bowls (Luggies) 35 

Candle and Apple 39 

Cellar Stairs 35 

College Colors 35 

Combing Hair before Mirror . 5 7 

Cupid's Time 42 

Cyniver 4° 

Dough Test 40 

Dreamer 55 

Dry Bread 5^ 

Ducking for Apples 52 

Fagot Ghost Stories 48 

Feather Tests. 36 

Four Saucers 42 

Game of Fate 49 

Games and Mysteries for 

Early Evening 35 

Guess Who 37 

Hallowe'en Souvenir Game. . 40 
Hiding Ring, Thimble and 

Penny 35 


Jumping Lighted Candle. ... 35 

Launching Boats 43 

Lover's. T^st., 50 

Magic Stairs. 50 

Melting l^e^d. . , 52 

Mirror,..,,.,,. 52 

Mirror, and Appl« 55 

Naming Bedposts 55 

Necklace 42 

Needle .G^iRe. .., , t • ,. • • 3^ 

New Prip^d?-! ..•••• 55 

Peanut or Bean Hunt 38 

Perplexing, Punt. ....... Zl 

Pulling. KAle, . 49 

Pumpkin Alphabet 36 

Raisin Race 39 

Ring and Goblet 42 

Secret Test '35 

Snapdragon 38 

Supper Games 44 

Threading a Needle 40 

To Test Friends 53 

Touchstone 3^ 

Two Roses 53 

Walnut Boats. 39 

Water Experiment 5° 

Where Dwells My Lover 51 

Winding Yam 50 

Winnowing Com 5° 

Wood and Water 56 

Your Lucky Sticks 47 





The night wind whispers — Ghosts! 

They are waiting for their hosts; 

The waning moon is weary and will not be up till late; 

Already there are shadows at the gate. 

A word, half heard, that is whispered in your ear, 

And a presence that is felt when no one else is near. 

Have you been along the corridors alone — all alone — 

And listened to the wind up yonder making moan? 

Have you thought about it all, 

The footfall in the hall 

That comes and goes — comes and goes — 

With the measure of a heartbeat of a life that ebbs and flows? 


General Points: If the place where the festivities are 
held is in the country, the lawn in front of house should 
be decorated with hanging lighted jack-o'-lantems. The 
eyes, nose, mouth in each one shotdd be different and as 
grotesque as possible. If there is a fence around the grounds, 
put a jack-o*-lantem on each post. Drape black muslin 
above entrance to house; and, at center, over door, hang 
skull and cross-bones. 

Entrance to House: On Hallowe'en put a sign on door 
telling guests to knock low and slow. 

Hall: The hall should be in total darkness except for light 
coming from jack-o*-Iantems of all shapes and sizes on tables, 
and hanging from doors and ceiling, or from frame in open 
fire-place. The hall shotdd be draped in black; and the per- 
son who opens the door, and those who conduct guests to 
dressing-rooms, should all be gowned in black. 

Parlors: Decorate parlors with jack-o '-lanterns made 
from apples, cuctmibers, squashes, pumpkins, etc., hanging 
them somewhere in room or place on stand, piano or mantel. 
Use also green branches, auttmm "leaves, apples, tomatoes, 
ears of com — ^red and white — and drape room with red and 
yellow scrim and cheese-cloth. If possible, have an open 
fire in parlor — a, grate fire will do. Have white portiferes, 



' Place of Mysteries : The best place for mystic rites is 
the bam; second best is an attic full of shadows; third best 
is a cellar into which guests descend immediately after remov- 
ing wraps; fourth best is large hall; lastly the kitchen. If 
affair is held in bam, build a large bonfire in front for use of 
guests for after-supper sports. The place where the mysteries 
are perfomaed should be decorated with grewsome things — 
jack-o'-lanterns, skulls and cross-bones, black draperies, 
witches made out of cardboard and suspended from the 
walls, cats, bats, owls, etc. The shades and spirits should 
flit about- 

Dining-Room: The dining-room should have festoons of 
nuts, branches of oats, strings of cranberries, autumn leaves, 
goldenrod, odd lanterns, yellow chrysanthemums, etc. All 
the decorations of this room should be cheerful and suitable 
to the season. Charming maidens flit about serving the 
guests..^ For table center-piece use a large pumpkin with top 
cut off, pulp removed, and filled with water holding a large 
bunch of chrysanthemums or goldenrod. Bay leaves should 
be scattered over table and around the dishes. The menu 
card at each guest's plate should be of burnt leather bearing 
a sketch of a witch. After all unmask, lights in dining- 
room should be turned up and room made brilliant. 

Note. — ^Jack-o'-lanterns are made by removing ptilp from 
apples, cucumbers, squashes, pumpkins, etc., cutting places 
for eyes, nose, and mouth, and fastening a lighted candle 



Hallowe'en Invitation Forms. 

Send invitations at least two weeks ahead. 
Form 1. 

Witches and Choice Spirits of Darkness will 

hold High Carnival at my Home,-^ 

October 31st, at eight-thirty o'clock. You are 
Invited to be present. Costume, Witch or 
Ghost, etc. 

Form 2. 

Miss Eleanor James requests the pleasure 

of Mr. Charles Jones's company on 

evening, October 31st, at eight o'clock. 
* She begs that he will come prepared to par- 
ticipate in the mysteries and rites of All-hallows 
Eve., and to wear a costume appropriate to the 
occasion, representing a character of fact or 
fancy, one which will not be injured by commu- 
nion with the spirits of the visible and Invisible 



Form 3. 


To all political, liteiary, dramatic^ artistic and hia- 
toric ghosts, and to the spirits of eyents, ideas, 
customs and things belonging to this century. 

Fellow Ghosts: You are summoned to 
haunt the mansion, No. St., on the even- 
ing of , October 31, 19 — . at three 

hours before midnight. Appear in costume 
appropriate to your earthly being, as grave 
clothes are not permitted. 

The spirits of the occasion are Miss , 

.Mrs. , Mrs. , Miss , and 

Miss ^. 

Assemble in the cellar and then rise. 

Spirits will please check their wraps. 

Ghosts, of ideas must be well labelled, or 
they will be carried out. 

All banshees, ghouls, will-o'-the-wisps, genii, 
and other old-time apparitions, are politely re- 
quested to absent themselves. 

Astral bodies must be wrapt in more than 

Ayes and noes sent in at once, as the Styx 
ferry accommodations are limited. 



Form 4. 

Write the following invitation, addressing outside envelope 
correctly, but inside envelope backwards. 

tBa^y a ecno tub semoc ne'ewollah 

doog dnif lliw uoy esuoh ym ta revo 

retrauq ta uoy tcepxe yinlatrec llahs I 

»saf evah lliw stsohg taht naht retal 
.Etag eht denet 

Hang correct form of invitation in parlor, where guests 
may see it, as follows: 


Hlitiowe'en comes but once a year. 

Over at my house you will find good 

I shall certainly expect you at quarter ; 
to eighti 

Later than that ghosts will have fas- 
tened the gate. 



Form 5. 

Your shade Is expected to attend a 
ghostly gathering which will haunt the 

house of Miss on the 31st day 

of October, 19 — ^ at 8.30 o'cioclc. 
Come costumed as a ghost (sheet 
wrapped around body, pillow-case 
head-dress, mask of white muslin for 
face, with slits cut inter eyes). 
R. S. V. P. 

Form 6. 

Ye Merry Ghosts, and Goblins too. 
Come visit me 
On Hallowe'en, 

At , when the clock strikes eight. 

And how we'll dance and play and sing 
And Fortunes tell 
Till rafters ring. 
And the clock strikes twelve I 



Form 7. 

Write invitation on narrow strip of .papej- which roll up 
and tack into en^ty English walnut shell. Glue the two 
half shells together, tie them into two square pieces of paper, 
green outside, white inside (squares 8 inches). Place nut 
on end inside of squares, then gather comers up around nut 
and tie a piece of ribbon around paper close to nut; turn 
back comers of papers.' To every ribbon attach a card with 
guest's name. 


Hallowe'en Program. 

Hostess shotild plan definitely her evening's entertainment 
so that she can carry out her whole evening rapidly and 
without hitch. No game should be continued after the fun has 
reached its height. 

1. Reception and Introduction of Guests. 

2. Shadow Pantomimes. . 

3. Spook March. 

4. Witches* Dance. 
5* Goblin Parade. 

6. Play: "Clever Matchmakers." 

7. Games and Mysteries for Early Evening. 

8. March to Supper. 

9. Supper and Supper Games. 

zo. After-Supper Sports, Tests, Mysteries. 

X. Your Lucky Sticks. 
2. Fagot Ghost Stories. 
3* Fortune TeUiag. 

4. Games. 

5. Home Testii 



As guests enter house, bam or cellar, they are welcomed by 
a Shade who introduces them to another Shade by saying: 
**This is the shade of my grandfather," or, '*This is the 
shade of my aunt," etc. The Shade to whom the guest 
is introduced conducts the guest to waiting-room and in- 
troduces^ guest to Ghost: ** Permit me to introduce . the 
ghost of this room, she died ten years ago/*, or, '*She was 
murdered in this very room,'* etc. Each time a guest is 
introduced there should be a lot of moans, sighs, groans, 
clattering noises, and raps. Sometimes as guest is intro- 
duced, Shade may say when a moan is heard: "There is the 
moan of my ancester," or, '* Your great aunt is turning over 
in her grave," or, "That is the groan of Hamlet who died 
from over-eating," etc. 

After guests have removed wraps they are ushered into 
the first entertainment room by a band of Ghosts who close 
around them. 

If the evening is opened with stage entertainment the 
whole place is kept in darkness, and moans, groans and 
hisses continue from all parts of the room until guests feel 
shivery. If all enter into the spirit of the occasion pande- 
monitim will reign. 


If Shadow Pantomimes are presented, a large white sheet 
is stretched across front of stage; at back of stage on floor is 
placed Eghted lamp or candle m front of a reflector. The 
Shadows move along close to curtain and in front of lamp. 
The more awful the shadows the better. 





Spooks or Ghosts are costumed in pure white flowing 
draperies. Stage should be lighted with white light ; back- 
ground, ceiling and sides of stage should be draped in black. 

Enter Spooks R. moaning, groaning and walking as if 
lost. They keep heads revolving — ^front, right, back, left, etc., 
and arms waving up and down. 

When a long line is formed across stage, Spooks face 
audience, start back, peer forward, point fingers at*audience 
and moan deeply. 

Spooks move wildly about in circle, shake heads from side 
to side, wave arms out toward back, and forward again. 

^hen Spooks see audience again they hiss and moan and 
move up center of stage in couples, waving arms obliquely. 

Spooks move across back of stage in single file to R. and L. 
comers; rush groaning and moaning from these comers 
across to stage C, on to front comers of stage with both 
arms at face level pointing first R., then waving arms toward 
L. and so on, making awful moans. 

Spooks reverse and go back, -as they came, to back comers, 
across back, down C. to stage front, form one long line across 
stage and sway first R. and then L., etc. moaning and 
groaning as lights die out, and finishing with awful moans. 

[Exit Spooks. — Lights turned up.] 



Music: ''Tam O'Shanter.'* (Sent for soc.) 

Enter eight Witches riding brooms* and dancing around 

stage in a circle, while constant hissing is kept up as if lots 

of cats were present. 

After Witches have completed one circle, they reverse 

and go around stage in opposite directions. (Stage is lighted 

with white light.) 

! L 



Witches straighten into one long line at each side of stage 
with brooms at side. They whirl brooms in air and lines 
swing into one long Une facing audience with hissing sound. 
(Stage is lighted with red light.) 

Witches clump handles of brooms on stage three times and 
meow. (Stage is lighted with green light.) 

Witches whirl brooms in air again; line divides at C. and 
swings back to sides with hissing sotmd. (Stage is lighted 
with white light.) 

Witches clump brooms on floor three times and meow. 
(Stage is lighted with green light.) 

Witches drop broom ends on floor and drag them; lines 
approach each other and pass each other to opposite sides 
on tiptoe saying **sh-uh sh-uh** in most witchly fashion. 

At opposite sides, Witches face back of stage in two long 
lines and, hissing fast and loud with brooms in air, rush 
back sidewise to opposite sides of stage. As Witches pass 
each other at stage C. the hissing should be very fierce. 
(Stage lighted with yellow light.) 

Lines face stage front, brooms held high in air in front. 
Witches trip wildly across front of stage and around to 
back of stage, meowing as they go, passing at stage front C. 
and meeting at stage back C, all the time whirUng brooms. 
(Stage Hghted with red light.) 

Forming into couples at stage back C, Witches ride 
brooms to stage C, then, hissing loudly, form one long line 


across stag^ facing audience. (Stage lighted with yelloW 

Witches rest brooms on floor and, holding them still, 
dance arotind them by way of R. ; around them by way of L., 
leering at guests. (Stage lighted with white light.) 

Witches move around C. of stage in circle, clumping 
handles of broom "clump, clump, clumpety, clump,'* all 
around the drcle; putting brooms between legs, ride oflE 
stage with hissing sound. (Stage lighted with yellow light.) 


Stage in darkness. 

Red tableau light discloses (Joblins at stage C, in semi- 
circle, grinning hideously at audience. 

Green tableau light, (joblins take handsprings to stage 
front, leering at audience. 

White tableau light. Goblins open mouths wide, then 
take side somersaults all around stage. 

Yellow tableau Hght. Goblins bend over and play leap- 
frog to stage back, then reverse and return to stage front. 

Red tableau light. (Joblins form in circle and whirl 
rapidly first R. and then L. 

\ White tableau light. Goblins bend forward and swing 
Bodies to R. and L., taking funny steps, all around stage to 
back C, winking as they go. At back C. first two kneel, 
second two jtmip over and kneel, some distance away; next 
couple jump over first couple, then second couple, and so on 
until all couples have jumped over and are kneeling; then 
first couple turn and jump over each couple until they have 
reached front of stage; then the)'- trip around to R. side of 
stage. Each couple in turn do Ukewise. 

When all Goblins are on line at R. side of stage they put 
fingers at side of nose and trip wildly around stage in circle; 
reverse and rush off stage. 

[Tableau light powder, in any of these colors, sent postpaid for $1 a 
pound, 65 cents half pound, 35 cents quarter pound.] 




Characters : Mr. Benedict Buckley, diplomatic host. 
Mrs. Benedict Buckley, strategic hostess. 
Agnes Hunt, their guest and a belle of three winters. 
Charley Legree, young army officer. 
Everett Evans, the catch of the season. 
Owen Reynolds, a confirmed woman hater. 
Miss Bruce, susceptible young bud. 

Millicent, Marie, Mary, Matilda, and Maud Willowby» 
five jolly sisters. 
Janet, the maid. 


Library of the Buckleys' country house. [Eftt»: Mr. and 


Mrs. Buckley, the latter talking volubly.] ' 

Mrs. Buckley. Benedict, my dear, I simply must liS^ 
upon arranging this affair to my own satisfaction. It is, a^^ 
you know, high time Agnes was well married and settled 
down. Yes, I agree with you. She is fascinating, but she 
is also almost thirty, and her aunt says she can not afford to 
have her on her hands much longer, especially as Imogene is 
coming out next winter. 

Mr. B. Well, but, Cecily, suppose she refuses to be mar- 
ried offhand in this way? 

Mrs. B. Strategy, Benedict, strategy. 

Mr. B. But, my dear, I have such unpleasant recollections 
of the last couple you brought together by — er, strategy, 
you know. 

26 H^£JlJ^£JtS READINGS No. SI. 

across stag^ facing audience, (Stage lighted with yelloW 

Witches rest brooms on floor and, holding them still, 
dance around them by way of R. ; around them by way of L., 
leering at guests. (Stage lighted with white light.) 

Witches move around C. of stage in circle, cltmiping 
handles of broom "clump, clump, clumpety, clump,'* all 
around the circle; putting brooms between legs, ride oflE 
stage with hissing sotmd. (Stage lighted with yellow light.) 


Stage in darkness. 

Red tableau light discloses Goblins at stage C, in semi- 
circle, grinning hideously at audience. 

Green tableau light. Goblins take handsprings to stage 
front, leering at audience. 

White tableau light. Goblins open mouths w^/*- -'-"^^^r^- 
takg side somersaults allarot^xd-^-^- /o^ and I know that 

Yellow tableau ligb**-^^^'^^'''^^^ at him and he takes her 
frog to stagejja^l'''^^^ ^^ kisses it,] We must, however, 

j^g^j ^yfrto know that it is, until dinner is well tmder way, 
rapidly fi^ Agnes smells a mouse — Mercy! what was that? 

m ^^tF^shrill little squeal.] 

tJr. B. Only the portiere rings moving. 

Mrs. B. What made them move? 

Mr. B. The wind, I suppose. 

Mrs. B. [calming down]. Yes, I suppose so. Well, to 
continue the subject : While we are all at table you must lead 
off something like this: *' Cecily, did you receive the Morton's 
invitations?*' I will answer in the affirmative. Then you 
must say: **By the way, what's the date of their dance?" 
Ill say, "The fourth of November." Then you must say, as 
if very much surprised, '*Why, 'pon my word, that's only 
about four days off. This is the thirty-first, and, good gra- 
cious, it's All-Hallowe'en." Then I shall clap my hands 
in a jubilant manner, and say, **Yes! yes! We must test 




Characters: Mr. Benedict Buckley, diplomatic host. 
Mrs. Benedict Buckley, strategic hostess. 
Agnes Hunt, their guest and a belle of three winters. 
Charley Legree, young army officer. 
Everett Evans, the catch of the season. 
Owen Reynolds, a confirmed woman hater. 
Miss Bruce, susceptible young bud. 

Millicent, Marie, Mary, Matilda, and Maud Willowby^ 
five jolly sisters. 
Janet, the maid. 


Mr. B. Yes, ahem, i ^ 
waterspout might, but I don't quitv. 
to matrimony. . 

Mrs. B. Oh, Benedict, you are really loo stti^MR. and 
had met me coming around the side of a hou^ 
cheeks like this \swells cheeks out], and my mouth fu.* 
three years ago, what would you have done? 

Mr. B. Why, my dear, I surely think I should have run 

Mrs. B; Absurd. You would have done nothing of the 
kind; you undoubtedly would have kissed me. 

Mr. B. Never! At least not until you had swallowed 
every drop of that water. 

[The poftikres are pushed aside and a very pretty young 
lady enters the room and looks amusedly from one to the other,] 

Agnes Hunt. Well, you two conspirators, what dark and 
mysterious deed are you plotting now? 

Mr. and Mrs. B. [after an embarrassing silence, with one 
accord]. We were talking over some business matters. 


A. H. [laughing lightly]. Really? Welly I have just come 
in from making a few hurried calls on the different girls about 

Mrs. B.- [somewhai surprised^. Why hurried calls, my 

A. H. Well, I wanted to talk over some business matters 
with them. [She laughs again.] 

Mrs. B. [looks askance at Mr. B.]. Agnes, we are going 
to give a very small dinner to-night. I*m afraid Gordon is 
not equal to a large affair just yet. She has sprained her 
wrist quite badly, and of course it will be rather stupid for 
you, but then Benedict has asked a man or two; that will 
perhaps be interesting. You are fond of men? 

A. H. Oh, yes! But [shaking a little bag attached to her 
chatelaine] you must not expect me to be smitten by their 
manly charms. I've worn this St. Joseph, lo! these many 
years, and I*m still ** heart whole and fancy free." 

[Mr. and Mrs. B. exchange despairing glances i\ 

Mrs. B. Agnes, dear, do you never think what a delightful 
thing it is, or would be, to have a husband and a home of 
your own? 

A. H. No, indeed, you dear thing, I much prefer other 
people's homes and husbands, for they never cause one the 
least annoyance. 

Mrs. B. [in pretended wrath], I've a good mind to send 
you home to your aunt at once. 

A. H. Oh, don't, dear! Fm so fond of you. Come, let's 
go and consult Gordon on the dinner question. [Slips 
her arm around Mrs. B.'s waist and they leave the room to- 

Mr. B. [soliloquizing]. It's all very well for Cecily to ask 
me to invite those two young fops, Charley Legree and Everett 
Evans, in order to entertain Agnes, but I'd like a sensible 
man to talk to m.yself . I think I'll just step across fields 
and ask Owen Reynolds to come over for a game of ecart^ 
after dinner. He's not fond of women. [Shakes his Jtead.] 
By Jove! the one must have been a queen who drove him 


away from here for so many years. Poor fellow, poor old 
Owen. \Leaves room shaking head dolefully.] 


Drawing-room of Buckley house. [Mrs. B. and A. H. 
in evening dress enter room and seat themselves.] 

Mrs. B. There, my dear, we will leave the men to their 
wine and cigars for awhile. [Bell rings briskly. Mrs. B., 
looking startled.] Why, who can that be? 

[Enter maid with several cards on salver.] 

Mrs. B. [looking at them one by one]. Oh, goodness! what 
shall we do? Here are the five Willowby girls and their 
friend, Miss Bruce. • 

A. H. Well, the more the merrier. Put all six girls in the 
attic to try their fortune with the af^ple and looking-glass, 
and secrete the two men somewhere to look over their shoul- 
ders. I sha*n*t miss them — ^the men, I mean. 

Mrs. B. Oh, Agnes, I'm ready to cry. You will persist 
in upsetting all my plans. 

A. H. [rising and greeting six very pretty girls that enter]. 
Oh, you dear creatures, how lovely you look, and how sweet 
of you to come. 

Mrs. B. [aside to Agnes]. Agnes, you wretch, you have 
done this on purpose. 

A. H. [also aside]. Well, dear, you wanted to marry me 
off, and self-preservation is the first law of nature. 

[Enter the men, in high spirits.] 

Charley Legree. Come on. I thought we were going to 
bob for apples and do a lot of other things. 

Mrs. B. [helplessly]. Well, we were, but — 

A. H. There was only one girl before, now ** we are seven." 

Everett Evans. Jolly number — always lucky. 

Mrs. B. [aside to Mr. B.]. I*m sure I don't know where 
the luck's coming in. [Aloud to her guests.] We have not 
hand-glasses enough to go arotmd, but you girls can take turns 


in going to the attic or cellar, whichever you prefer, and eating 
an apple before the glass. Suppose Agnes goes first. 

A. H. Ah, ha! No, you don't, my dear. Send Miss Bruce. 

Miss B. [sweetly]. Why, I don't mind in the least. [Picks 
up an apple from a dish on table and disappears. Each girl 
save Agnes follows suit and the men depart also.] 

Mrs. B. Well, Agnes, I hope you are perfectly satisfied 
with your night's work.. Perhaps you will try the water 
charm [ironically] now that the men have departed and you 
are quite sure of being safe. Indeed, I think you could walk 
about the house half the night without fear of being molested. 
[Fans herself indignantly.] 

A. H. [gaily]. Under those circumstances I think I'll try it. 
It is a lovely moonlight night, so here goes. [Takes up a glass 
and fills her mouth with water, waves her hand at Mrs. B. and 
departs through front door.] 

Mrs. B. [to Mr. B7yjuuho has just entered room], Benedict, 
I intend to wash my hands of Agnes Hunt after to-night. Shft 
simply won*t marry herself and won't let any one else. There 
are half a dozen eligible men dangling around her, who would 
turn their attention to the other girls if she w^re only married. 
Now just look how she has spoiled this evening. She got 
wind of our little scheme, and purposely invited all those 
girls here. 

Mr. B. Well, my dear, you certainly can not accuse her 
in this instance of monopolizing the men. 

Mrs. B. Benedict, don't wilfully misconstrue my meaning. 
You know very well both of those men, if they are not with 
her already philandering in the garden, want to be. 

Mr. B. [laughing softly], I doubt it, my dear. I just 
passed the conservatory and saw the heads of Charley Legree 
and little Miss Bruce very close together; and as for Mary 
Willowby and Everett Evans, they are walking around the 
attic arm in arm utterly oblivious to their surroundings. 

Mrs. B. [tearfully]. There — it is just as I knew it would 
be. That silly little Ethel Bruce and that horse-marine of a 
Mary Willowby have deliberately walked off with those two 



men right tinder my nose, and I shall have to send Agnes 
home to her aunt without a single oflEer. 

Mr. B. There, there 1 my dear. Don't take things so 

Mrs. B. Where, I shotdd like to know, are those other 
odious girls? 

Mr. B. I set them to melting lead in the kitchen. 

Mrs. B. Yes, and there's that horrid Agnes gone on a 
perfect witch's dance aroimd the house, with her mouth 
filled with water, and not a man in sight for miles. Since 
she is so fond of other people's husbands, perhaps [tartly] you 
had better go and escort her indoors before she catches her 
death of cold. [A loud scream causes them both to start up 
and run to the window.] 

Mrs. B. Merciftd goodness! Benedict, what was that? 
I saw a dark figure rush towards Agnes. 

Mr. B. Let me go, I say I [Tries to unclasp her hands.] 

Mrs. B. Never. You will be murdered! 

Mr. B. Cecily, that girl's blood be upon you if you do not 
let me go and protect her! [Struggles vainly to free himself.] 

Mrs. B. Look, look! [At that points with one finger through 
the window.] 

Mr. B. The brute! He is kissing, her again and again! 
Cecily, you should be ashamed to hold me in this way with 
that maniac conducting himself so! 

Mrs. B. [shaking her husband* s arm vigorously]. Yes, 
yes, but she has her head on his shoulder now. 

Mr. B. [giving a start]. Will wonders never cease! Why, 
it's Owen Reynolds, by thunder! [Claps his leg.] 

Mrs. B. I thought you told me he went to shoot tigers 
in the wilds of Africa because he had never recovered from 
some love affair. That's just like you men. And here he 
is kissing and embracing a woman he never saw before. 

Mr. B. Hush! they are coming in. 

[Enter Agnes and Owen Reynolds.] 

A. H. [rapturously]. He has come at last! 

Mrs. B. [rather coldly]. Whom do you refer to? 



A. H. Why, my St. Joseph, of course. \Pais O. R. on 
the arm.] 

Mrs. B. Don*t be absurd, Agnes. Do explain yourself. 
First I hear you give a scream as if to rend heaven and earth, 
and then, after some time, you appear with Mr. Reynolds. 

A. H. {leaving her escort's side and going over to her hostess]. 
You dear, cross thing, Owen and I were engaged four years 
ago, and then [hesitatingly] we quarreled. Now Tie has come 
back and — ^weVe made it up. 

Owen Reynolds. Yes, this must be something of a sur- 
prise to you, Mrs. Benedict, as it was a very great one to me. 
[He turns toMR.B, as if to cover his evident confusion,] I say, 
old fellow, have you got a dry collar to lend me? I frightened 
poor Agnes so she — er — ^half fainted and — er — ^to my surprise 
she spouted like a whale, you know, and I got my collar rather 
wet. What the dickens was she doing with her mouth full of 

Mrs. B. Why, looking for you, of course. I knew that 
charm would work. You remember **I told you so," Bene- 


halloive:en festivities. 35 



I. HIDING ring', thimble AND PENNY. 

Hide ring, thimble and penny in room. To one who 
finds ring speedy marriage is assured; thimble denotes life 
of single blessedness; penny promises wealth. 

Place lighted candle in middle of floor, not too securely 
placed; each one jumps Over it. Whoever succeeds in 
clearing candle is guaranteed a happy year, free of trouble 
or anxiety. He who knocks candle over will have a twelve- 
month of woe. 


Float in tub of water a half walnut shell with tiny sail 
made of a tooth-pick and slip of paper. On paper each one 
writes his initials and another's, revealing name to no one. 
Boats are all launched at same time; water is agitated to 
make miniature waves ; those whose boats are overturned will 
not win their lovers and sweethearts, but owners of boats 
that override the troubled seas will get their hearts* desires. 


Ribbons indicating college colors are hung up; girls or 
young men are blindfolded, and each picks out a streamer, 
and so knows what future college husband or wife will have 
f9r alma mater. 


Cellar-stairs' test is where girl boldly goes down stairs 
backward, holding a mirror, and trying to catch in it the 
features of him who is to be her mate. 


One bowl is filled with clear water, another wit 
third with vinegar, a fourth is empty. All ar 



line on table. Testers are blindfolded, turned about three 
times, and led to table. A hand is put out and prc^hecy 
made by bowl touched. Water shows happy, peaceful life; 
wine promises rich, eventful, noble career; vinegar, misery 
and poverty; an empty bowl is a s)rmbol of bachelor or 
spinster life. 


Hostess enters with small round pumpkin on old pewter 
platter. On pumpkin are carved all letters of alphabet. 
One guest is bhndfolded and given a hat-pin, then led to 
pumpkin, where she is expected to stick pin into one of the 
letters on the pumpkin, thtis indicating the initial of future 


To foretell complexion of future mate, select three soft, 
fluffy feathers. (If none is handy, ask for a pillow and 
rip open and take out feathers.) On bottom end of each 
feather fasten a small piece of paper; a drop of paste or 
mucillage will hold all three in place. Write "blonde** on 
one paper; **brunette,** on another, and ''medium** on 
the third. Label papers before gluing them on feathers. 
Hold up one feather by its top and send it flying with a puff 
of breath. Do same with the other two ; the feather landing 
nearest you denotes complexion of your true love. To 
make test sure, try three times, not using too much force in 
blowing feathers, which should land on table, not on floor. 


If you wish something very pleasant to happen, try "touch- 
stone** charm. Place on a platter seven small, clean stones 
of same shape and size — ^six of common grayish color, the 
seventh white. After being blindfolded and changing 
"sition of stones on platter, describe a circle in air three 
with left hand, at last bringing forefinger down on 
he stones. Should you touch white one, good for- 



"Gttess Who?*' is a game where a suspended sheet is tised. 
An aperture just large enough for a pair of eyes to look 
through is made. Men are seated on one side of curtain, 
while women are on the other. Under direction of captain^ 
who directs her company, first young woman looks through 
opening. Captain of young men arranges who shall have 
first three guesses. Should he fail to discover the owner of 
eyes, she steps aside, to be put up again, and thus mystify 
and confuse her audience. The failure of young man in 
guessing leaves him without a partner for remainder of game, 
while successful ones enjoy waltz or two-step after game is 
finished; or, if preferred, prizes are given, which a man 
presents to the woman he has guessed. 


In this game the seeker for a prize is guided from place 
to place by doggerels as the following, and is started on his 
hunt with this rhyme: 

"Perhaps you'll find it in the air; 
If not, look underneath your chair." 
Beneath his chair he finds the following: 
"No, you will not find it here; 
Search the clock and have no fear." 
Under the clock he finds: /^ 

"You will have to try once more; 
Look behind the parlor door." 
Tied to the door-knob he discovers : 

"If it's not out in the stable. 
Seek beneath tlie kitchen table." 
Under the kitchen table he finds another note, which 

"If your quest remains uncertain. 
You will find it 'neath a curtain." 
And here his quest is rewarded by finding the prize. 



"The Baby Show" makes much mirth. Each guest 
brings his baby pictures, which have names on outside and 
are arranged on table with numbbrs attached, and catalogued 
as in an art collection. Young men are invited to view their 
future wives and young women their future husbands. 
They expect to. see photographs of grown-ups. However, 
the guests try to guess whom the pictures represent, and 
prizes are given for prettiest baby. The teller keeps tally 
of lucky guessers, who receive for souvenirs rattles, dolls, 
toys, etc. 


1. The dragon consists of half a pint of ignited brandy or 
alcohol in a dish. As soon as brandy is aflame, all lights 
are extingtiished, and salt is freely sprinkled in dish, impart- 
ing a corpse-like pallor to every face. Candied fruits, figs, 
raisins, sugared almonds, etc., are thrown in, and guests 
snap for them with their fingers; person securing most 
prizes from flames will meet his true love within the year. 

2. Or, slips of paper on which verses are written are wrapped 
tightly in tin-foil and placed in dish. Brandy is poured on 
and ignited. The verse each person gets i^ supposed to 
tell his fortune. 

Place burning dish in middle of bare table, for drops of 
burning spirits are often splashed about. 


Peanuts or beans are previously hidden in every conceiv- 
able place in rooms to which guests have access. Finder 
of greatest number gets prize. 


Each person floats greased needle in basin of water. Im- 
pelled by attraction of gravitation, needles will act very 
curiously; some cling together, others ru§b to margin and 


remain. The manner in which one person's needle behaves 
towards another's causes amtisement, and is supposed to be 
suggestive and prophetic. 


At one end of stick i8 inches long fasten an apple; at 
other end, a short piece of lighted candle. Suspend stick 
from ceiling by stout cord fastened in its middle so that 
stick will balance horizontally; while stick revolves players 
try to catch apple with their teeth. A prize may be in 
center of apple. 


A raisin is strung in middle of thread a yard long, ands, 
two persons take each an end of string in mouth ; whoever, 
by chewing string, reaches raisin first has raisin and will be 
first wedded. ' 


Suspend horizontally from ceiling a barrel-hoofp on which- 
are fastened alternately at regular intervals apples, cakes, 
candies, candle-ends. Players gather in circle and, as it 
revolves, each in turn tries to bite one of the edibles; the 
one who seizes candle pays forfeit. 


Open English walnuts, remove meat, and in each half 
shell fasten short pieces of differently colored Christmas 
candles, each of which is to be named for a member of party 
and, after lighting, set afloat in large pan or tub of water. 
The behavior of these tiny boats reveals future of those for 
whom they are named. If two glide on together, their 
owners have a similar destiny; if they glide apart, so will 
their owners. Sometimes candles will huddle together as 
^if talking to one another, while perchance one will be left 
alone, out in the cold, as it were. Again, two will start off 
and all the rest will closely follow. The one whose candle 
^first goes out is destined to be pM bachelor or maid. These 



nut-shell boats may also be made by pouring melted wax 
into halves of walnut-shells in which are short strings for 


Cut alphabet from newspaper and sprinkle on surface of 
water; letters floating may spell or suggest name of future 
husband or wife. 


Sit on round bottle laid lengthwise on floor, and try to 
thread a needle. First to succeed ^will be first married. 

Suspend apples by means of strings in doorway or from 
ceiling at proper height to be caught between the teeth. 
First successful player receives prize. These prizes should 
be Hallowe'en souvenirs, such as emery cushions of silk 
representing tomatoes, radishes, apples, pears, pickles; or 
pen-wipers Representing brooms, bats, cats, witches, etc. 


Each girl and boy seeks an even-leaved sprig of ash; first 
of either sex that finds one calls out cyniver, and is answered 
by first of opposite sex that succeeds; and tliese two, if omen 
fails not, will be joined in wedlock. 


Let several guests be blindfolded. Then hide nuts or 
apples in various parts of room or house. One finding most 
nuts or apples wins prize. 


Take water and meal and make dough. Write on slips of 
paper names of several of opposite sex friends; roll pa^l^rs 
into balls of dough and drop them into water. First nam^ 
to appear will be future husband or wife. .^ 




Each one places handftil of wheat flour on sheet of white 
paper and sprinkles it over with a pinch of salt. Some one 
makes it into dough, being careful not to use spring water. 
Each rolls up a piece of dough, spreads it out thin and flat, ' 
and marks initials on it with a new pin. The cakes are placed 
before fire, and all take seats as far from it as possible. This 
is done before eleven p.m., and between that time and mid- 
night each one must turn cake once. When clock strikes 
twelve future wife or husband of one who is to be married 
first will enter and lay hand on cake marked with name. 
Throughout whole proceeding not a word is spoken. Hence 
the name "dumb cake." (If supper is served before 11.30, 
''Dumb Cake" should be reserved for one of the After- 
Supper Tests.) 

Two hazel-nuts are thrown into hot coals by riiaiden, who 
secretly gives a lover's name to each. If one nut bursts, 
then that lover is unfaithftd; but if it bums with steady glow 
until it becomes ashes, she knows that her lover is true. 
Sometimes it happens, but not often, that both nuts bum 
steadily, and then the maiden's heart is sore perplexed. 


Cut an apple open and pick out seeds or pips from core. If 

only two pips are found, they portend early marriage; three, 

legacy; four, great wealth; five, sea voyage; six, great fame 

as orator or singer; seven, possession of any gift most desired. 

Suspend horizontally from ceiling stick three feet long. 
On one end stick an apple, upon other tie small bag of flour. 
Set stick whirling. Each guest takes turn in trjring to bite 
apple-end of stick. It is amusing to see guests receive dabs 
of flour on face. Guest who first succeeds in biting apple 
gets prize. 


Eadi guest, receiving apple and knife, is requested to peel 
apple without breaking; then swing paring around head, knd 
let it drop to floor. The letter formed is initial of future 
mate's name. Or, you may hang your paring over door — 
the first of opposite sex to pass under will be your mate. 

Place four saucers on table in line. Into first put dirt; 
into second, water; intb third, a ring; into fourth, a rag. 
Guests are blindfolded and led round taWe twice, then told 
to go alone and put fingers into saucer. If they put into 
dirt, it means divorce; into water, a trip across ocean; where 
ring is, to marry; where rag is, never to marry. 

Tie wedding-ring or key to silken thread or horse-hair, and 
hold it suspended within a glass; then say the alphabet 
slowly; whenever ring strikes glass, begin over again and 
in this way spell name erf future mate.- - 

Name two wet apple seeds and stick them on forehead. 
First seed to fall indicates that the person for whom seed is 
named is nol a true lover. 


Make barrel-hoop into a necklace of bread, candies, red 
peppers and candle-ends, and hang horizontally from ceiling. 
Set hoop whirling and try to grasp its freight with your teeth. 
Accordingly as vou like your first bite will you enjoy married 


To know when Cupid shall mark you for his own, place 
twelve lighted candles on floor in rows of three. Jtunp over 
each of them in turn; if none blow out, you will marry in a 
year. Each candle blown out represents a year, and if all 



are put out, you can resign yourself to life of single-blessed- 


A tub of water is placed on table. Hostess lights candle 
and gives each guest a boat made from half an English wal- 
nut shell containing taper an inch long. These tapers are of 
as many colors as possible, so that each may recognize his 
boat; and when there are not enough colors to go around, 
the remaining shells are painted. The tapers are fastened in 
with wax. At signal, each couple lights tapers at hostess's 
taper and at str6ke of gong all launch boats. A witch's wand 
sets water in motion, and fates are decided by course of vari- 
ous vessels. If your own and partner's boat s^il staunchly 
side by side, the inference is obvious; if .they jostle each 
other, woe for the love, which, however, true, does not run 
smooth. Boats which cross but part way and remain whirl- 
ing helplessly rbui;'*6r €fiWtti|ipF^ hither and thither, do not 
promise succgj^j^ well-rounded life; while, -iiuif^hey cling to 
edge^aiifeSr to Uke their chance, their owner^^j^ilLj^ 
^nf^^.^ Xbr-1prtrt1t -r I iiii "J ttf^"^ i...^-.^J--^.-tpns- ^^^^^ 


^^^VV^ part 

baskets r df . 


panners for Supper. 

td by drawing lots from two 
walnuts which have been pre- 

^'ffil- 111 itiiiiflirg ^^^^^S careful not to break the 

/^- nt^l^SB'^ ^^^ P^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^^^ TRi^iri, or 

\^'^^ ifaT' ' "^^^^ similar thing; tie the two 

\!^|(jjA^it:,.l^ ribbon. Make the contents 

ike and keep the walnuts apart, placing 

ie other in another dish, making enough 

one. When supper-time comes, 

id the other dish to the women, 



each man and each woman taking a walnut, and the man and 
woman whose walnuts have similar contents are supper 

When all have partners, they form in couples and march to 
supper to ** Dead March " in " Satd.!J (Price, 350.) 


Supper should be unique. Ftm, good htunor, and general 
good-fellowship shotdd prevail. 

As soon as guests reach table, hostess asks all to tinmask 
and be seated. Hostess passes basket of beans and each 
guest takes a^ handftd and counts them. One securing most 
beans has first privilege of cutting Forttme Cake at center 
of table; next highest, second, and so on around table. 

Hostess says: ** Ladies and gentlemen, I have arranged 

with great care, as you see, 

a great favor \rt^&^;^x.o yourselves 

secrets youuiscover. Do not let vour 

jfOH ujii(;uYer, 


You will confer 
wonders and 

Chicken or 
Mashed Pol 

Water Ice (pumpkin, or com-ea: 

Conundnmi Waln^t^*^1 
Applet: ' 

HaIlowe'en| ,J^ 
Funn\' PuJlfck] 

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"^indies, red 

im ceiling. 

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Serve bouillon and cream soup in cups. Serve creamec 
oysters in prettily decorated paper cups set on cabbage leaves 
so arranged as to look like flower petals around cup. 

Serve chicken and lobster salad with cheese straws on a 

Serve mashed potatoes in a large bowl. Prepare as follows : 

^ Allow one potato to three persons ; mash and press into 

'-'^6-"ai(jggp bowl; when cold, press into potato a ring, thimble, 

^^^*^!?^» and dime. Each guest takes a tablespoonful of potato. 

ae guest getting ring will be married in a year; the one 

kding thimble will ne^r marry, the one finding dime will 

I rich, or will receive a legacy; the key means a journey. 

Water ices follow the potatoes. Water ice in pumpkin 

Irm should be colored osange color; ear of com should be 

I ream-colored ice with pistache-colored husks turned back 

pward end displaying ear of com. If you do not care for 

in fancy fashion, prepare sherbet glass as follows: Fill 

^glass half full of sliced oranges, pineapples, and bananas; 

cover with powdered sugar and a little sherry, finish with a 

layer of delicate lemon ice completely covering the front. 

Smooth top until level. 

Serve the Fortune Cake after ices. Fortune Cake may 
be made same as gold cake and a ring pressed in bottom after 
it is baked, or it may be made of bran and water so that it is 
hard and stiff, and the ring be mixed into it. The whole 



should be iced on outside so that it looks like real cake. Cake 
is cut by guest who has mo^ number of beans. 

With the coffee are passed Conundrum Walnuts (nuts with 
meats taken out and conundrums written on slips placed 
within, and both half shells tied with baby ribbon), also 
platter of Fortune Balls (balls made of popcorn containing 
some line about future), and plate of apples, in center of 
which are fancy souvenirs. 

After reading and guessing of conundrums and reading of 
future fates, Hallowe'en Cake is placed on table. 

(Hallowe'en Cake is made of a series of white pasteboard 
boxes, pie-shaped, which fit into one another and give appear- 
ance of large cake. Each box should be covered with icing 
and contain some dainty souvenir, except six boxes, and 
these six boxes should contain one of the following: thimble, 
dime, mitten, fool's-cap, key, ring.) 

Each guest takes a piece of cake and the one who gets 
ring marries first; one who gets thimble never marries; 
dime winner will be rich; mitten winner will get mitten from 
his best girl; fool's-cap will have to wear cap rest of evening; 
key winner will take a long journey. 

After fun has subsided, hostess" brings in the Funny Piunp- 

(Funny Pumpkin has pulp taken out from top and is 
filled with funny bats, witches, owls, cats, lucky Shoe^, etc., 
with long streamer? of 'ribbons attached, ribbons hanging 
over outside of pumpkin.) 

Hostess places Funny Pumpkin on table and arranges 
ends; of ribbons in direction of each guest. Hostess tells 
each guest to take hold of ribbon. When all are ready each 
guest pulls gently and gets a souvenir. 

After Hallowe'en Pumpkin hostess tells guests to rise, 
when food, etc., is removed and table shoved aside. Guests 
stand in elliptical position; hostess requests each one to 
count from one to thirteen and the next one following thir- 
teen to begin with one again. Hostess starts with **one," 
and counting goes around by way of right. When all have 


counted, hostess announces that each number thirteen will 
be an old maid or old bachelor. 

Hostess requests each guest to take five bay leaves from 
table and when they get home to pin one leaf at each cor- 
ner of pillow and one at center. Each leaf is to be named 
for one of the opposite sex; the one they dream of is destined^ 
wife or husband. 

Hostess has three supper candles placed in window which 
is opened and shades are raised. She requests each guest to 
name each candle for a sweetheart, and watch and see which 
candle puffs out first, which flickers in the breeze, which 
bums brightly, telling them the one that puffs out first doesn't 
love; the flickering candle means lover is wavering, uncertain; 
brightly burning candle means a devoted lover^ 

Hostess asks guests to go to retiring-room with ghostly 
attire and return in ordinary attire to room (where fireplace 
is) for sports. 


After supper it is customary to go to parlor or hall with 
open fireplace, and with low Ught, pop chestnuts in coals 
and repeat magic spells and witcheries of the .night, or tell 
creepjT tales of midnight experiences, usually broken in upon 
by laughing, hooting friends, fairies, spooks, who go tearing 
madly about in hilarious joUification to cause fright. 


Hostess stands with two bundles of sticks, one under each 
arm, with ends only exposed and requests each guest as he 
enters to take one. The kind of stick — long or short, straight 
or crooked, plain or smooth, or knotty — indicates kind of 
future partner. To each stick is attached some article pre- 
dicting business or style of person. 



PoR Women: Small bottle, a physician; roll of cloth, a 
merchant; hit of goods with needle, a tailor; anchor, a 
.sailor; flag, a soldier; bit of coal or iron, a miner; bit of 
earth, a farmer's wife; bits of wood, a lumberman; book, a 
writer; roll of paper, a journalist; pen, a lawyer; penny, for 
gold; brass, a gambler; nothing, failure; two sticks together, 
two husbands or wives; box of matches, to light the fire for 
your future husband; ball of twine, so he won't get away. 

For Men : Comic valentines of different subjects, or small 
pictures representing gold-girls, poster-girls, Gibson girls, are 
tied to each' stick. Japanese dolls, pig-tail, tape-measure, 
clay pipe with instructions for use, huge slippers made of 
canvas or burlap, dressing-gown of paper, dunce-cap, pair 
of paper suspenders tied in tissue paper with baby ribbon. 


(See pages 83-1 19 for suggestive styles of ghost stories.) 

All may be invited to sit on floor in circle. At center of 
circle hostess places a table on which is a dish of s^lt covered 
with burning alcohol. Then each guest receives a fagot. 
Hostess takes one and Hghts it and begins to tell a' ghost 
story. When fagot is burned out she stops. The first per- 
son to her left tells a story after she has lighted a fagot and 
the story ceases with fagot. Stories should be awful, grew- 
some, ghostly. 


(See pages 79, 8a for suggestive fortune-telHxig.) 

Next should come the Fire Tests of chestnuts, etc. Mean- 
while hostess has disappeared, and returns dressed as a for- 
tune-teller. She oflEers to tell forttmes or read character. 





Guests take part, seated in a circle Three Fates are 
chosen, one of whom whispers to each person in turn name 
of his (her) future sweetheart. Second Fate follows, whisper- 
ing to each where he (she) will next meet his (her) sweetheart ; 
as, **You will meet on a load of hay," or, **at a picnic,'* or, 
'*at church," or, **on the river," etc. The third Fate reveals 
the future; as, "You will marry him (her) next Christmas," 
or, ** You will be separated many years by a quarrel, but will 
finally marry," or, "Neither of you will ever marry," etc. 
Each guest must remember what is said by the Fates; then 
each in turn repeats aloud what has been told him (her). 
For example, "My future sweetheart's name is Obednego; 
I sh^ meet him next Wednesday on the Moonlight Excur- 
sion, ipd we shall 4-3 married in a week." 


All are blindfolded and go out singly or hand-in-hand to 
garden . Groping about they pull up first stalk of kale or 
head of cabbage. If stalk comes up easily the sweetheart 
will be easy to win; if the reverse, hard to win. The shape 
of the sttmip will hint at figure of prospective wife or hus- 
band. Its length will suggest age. If much soil clings to 
it, life-partner will be rich; if not, poor. Finally, the stump 
is carried home and hung over door, first person outside of 
family who passes under it will bear a name whose initial 
is same as that of sweetheart. 



Throw a ball of yam out of window but hold fast to one 
end and begin to wind. As you wind say, **I wind, who 
holds?" over and over again; before end of yam is reached, 
face of future partner will appear in window, or name of 
sweetheart will be wHispered in ear. 


Steal out into bam or garden alone and go three times 
through motions of throwing corn against the wind. The 
third time an apparition of future spouse will pass you; in 
some mysterious manner, also, you may obtain an idea of 
his (her) employment and station in life. 


'A laughable experiment consists in filling mouth with water 
and walking around house or block without swallowing or 
spilling a drop. First person of opposite sex you meet. is 
your fate. A clever hostess will send two unsuspecting 
lovers by different doors; they are sure to meet, rad not 
tmfrequently settle matters then ajid the^e. _ ^3.. 



Walk downstairs backward, holding lighted candle Wer 
your head.. Upon reaching bottom, turn suddenly and 
before you will stand your wished-for one. 


A maid and youth each places a chestnut to roast on fire, 
side by side. If one hisses and steams, it indicates a fretful 
temper in owner of chesttiut; if both chestnuts equally mis- 



behave it augurs strife. If one or both pop away, it means 
separation; but if both bum to ashes tranquilly side by side, 
a long Ufe of undisturbed happiness will be lot of owners. 

These portentous omens are fitly defined in the following 

" These glowing nuts are emblems true 
Of what in human life we view; 
The ill-matched couple fret and fume, 
And thus in strife themselves consume; 
Or from each other wildly start, 
And with a noise forever part. 
But see the happy, happy pair, 
Of genuine love and truth sincere ; 
With mutual fondness while they bum. 
Still to each other kindly turn ; 
And as the vital sparks decay. 
Together gently sink away; 
Till life's fierce trials being past, 
Their mingled ashes rest at last,*' 


Of all Hallowe'en spells and charms associated with nuts, 
the following is one of the oldest : If a young man or woman 
goes at midnight on Hallowe'en to a walnut tree and walks 
around three, times, crying out each time, "Let him (her) 
that is to be my true love bring me some walnuts," future 
wife or husband will be seen in tree gathering fruit. 


* Steal out unobserved at midnight ; plucking a small lock 
of hair from vour head, cast it to breeze. Whatever direc- 


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tion it is blown is believed to be location of future matri- 
monial partner. 

" I pluck this lock of hair off my head 
To tell whence comes the one I shall wed. 
Fly, silken hair, fly all the world around 
Until you reach the spot where my true love is fotmd." 


Walk backward several feet out of doors in moonlight 
with mirror in your hand, or within doors with candle in 
one hand and mirror in the other, repeating following rhyme; 
and face of your future companion will appear in glass : 

" Round and round, stars so fair! 
Ye travel and search out everywhere ; 
I pray you, sweet stars, now show to me 
This night who my future husband (wife) shall be." 


Each guest in turn melts lead and pours it through a 
wedding-ring or key into dish of water. Have one person 
dressed as fortune-teller who tells what the shapes in water 
mean. ^ 


Tie hands of contestants behind. Fill tub with water and 
on bottom place a dozen apples. In centre of each apple is 
an initial. Each player may draw two apples. Or each 
player jnay try to draw as many apples as he can. The one 
winning most gets prize. If apples have initials, they are 
supposed to represent initials of loved one's name. 




Hostess usually prepares a set of Home Tests for each guest, 
and after the evening's games are over gives each guest a set 
and tells him (or her)to try it at home that night before retirinp, 

Take two roses with long stems. Name one for yourself 
and one for your lover. Go to your room without speaking 
to anyone; kneel beside bed; twine stems of roses together, 
and repeat following Unes, gazing intently on lover's rose: 

** Twine, twine, and intertwine, 
Let my love be wholly thine. 
If his heart be kind and true, 
Deeper grow his rose's hue." 

If your swain is f aithftd^ color of rose will grow darker. 


To know how any friend feels toward you, do this: Sup- 
posing your name to be Katherine Smith, or Frank Carter 
Parker, write it out in full as shown in Figs, i and 2. Under 
your name write your friend's name, as shown in Figs. 3 and 4. 

Cancel in both names all similar letters, as shown in Figs. 5 
and 6. For the sake of clearness, let us go through the test 
with the first two names. 

K, the first letter in the first name, is not found in **Mary 
Hallon," so it is left in; A is found in both names, so A is 
crossed out; T, the next letter, is not found in second name, 
so it is left in; H is in both names, so it is crossed out; E is 
left in; R is crossed out; I is left in; N is crossed out; second 
E is left in; S is left in; second M is crossed out; second I is 
left in; second T is left in; final H is crossed out. All this 
canceling gives us Figs. 5 and 6. 

Speak aloud one of the following potent words for each 
canceled letter: 



Figure No. i. 

Figure No. a: 



Figure No. 3. 



Figure No. 4. 



Figure No. 5. 

' ; FRANK CARTER PARKER = Friendship 
■Figure No. 6, 


I i I • 

I I I ^ I I 

MAlflY HALLO N = Love. 


Figure No. 7. 



You find by this test that the girls love each other and that 
the boys are friends. Try your names with the names of 
other friends. Results will constantly vary. Test the 
names of two friends. 


Before your first nap on last day of October name four 
bedposts, first being "Art;** second, ''Science;** third, 
''Literature;** fourth, "Business.** The post you see first 
on awakening will indicate your future vocation. Should 
yDur eyes first rest on post called "Art," many beautiful 
things are in store for you. If "Science** post is first seen 
you will acquire deep learning, etc. Be sure not to get 
posts confused; remember order in which they have been 


Old friends cannot be too highly valued, but new ones 
also frequently prove joys in our Hves. To know how many 
new friends you will make ensuing year, count number of 
buttons on dress or coat of first person the fairies send to 
your room after twelve o*clock noon, October 31. Sf'puld 
some one enter whose clothing shows no buttons, yoiis^ill 
be obliged to rest content for a whole year with the friends 
you already have. . . 


Stand in front of mirror in dimly-lighted room and eat an 
apple. If your lover reciprocates your love he will appear 
behind you and look over your right shoulder and ask for a 
piece of apple. 


If a maid wishes to know whom she is to marry, if to a 
xnan of wealth, tradesman, or traveler, let her, on All-Hal- 
lowe'en, take a walnut^ hazelnut, and nutmeg; grate and 


mix them with butter and sugar into pills, and take when 
she goes to bed; and then, if her fortune be to marry a rich 
man, her sleep will be filled with gold dreams; if a tradesman, 
she will dream of odd noises and tumults; if a traveler, there 
will be thunder and lightning to disturb her. 


A quaint book of charms, published in 1690, declares 
that an infallible means of getting a glimpse of future hus- 
band or wife is to go to bed on Hallowe'en with a glass of 
water containing a sliver of wood, standing on table by bed- 
side. You will dream of falling from a bridge into a river, 
and of being rescued by your future wife or husband, whom 
you will see distinctly. This charm is thus alluded to by 

** Last Hallow Eve I looked jny love to see. 
And tried a spell to call her up to me. 
With wood and water standing by my side, 
I dreamed a dream and saw my own sweet bride." 


r i"eams mean much on Hallowe'en, but certain ceremonies 
•ntust be carefully followed in order to insure the spell. Be- 
fore going to sleep for the night have some one bring a small 
piece of dry bread. No word can be spoken after this; 
silence must prevail. Eat bread slowly, at same time making 
a wish and thinking the pleasantest thing imaginable. Then 
drop off to sleep, and your dreams will be sweet and peaceful, 
and your wish will come true, if the charm works, 


Apple seeds act as charms on Hallowe'en. Stick one on 
each eyelid and name one **Home" and the other ** Travel." 
If seed named *' Travel'* stays on longer, you wiH go On a 
journey before year expires. If '*Home" clings better, you 
will remain home. Again, take all the apple seeds, place 


them on back of outspread left hand and with loosely clenched 
right hand strike pahn of left. This will cause some, if not 
all, of seeds to fall. Those left on hand show number of 
letters you will receive the coming fortnight. Should all 
seeds drop, you must wait patiently for your mail. 

Put twelve apple seeds carefully one side while you cut 
twelve slips of blank paper exactly alike, and on one side of 
each write name of friend. Turn them all over with blanks 
uppennost and mix them so that you will not know which 
is which; then, holding seeds in your left hand, repeat: 

'• One I love. 
Two I love, 

Three I love I say; 
Four I love with all my heart and 
Five I cast away. 
Six he loves, 
Seven she loves. 
Eight they both love; 

Nine he comes, . 
Ten he tarries. 

Eleven he courts and 
Twelve he marries.*' 

Stop at each line to place a seed on a paper, and turn slip 
over to discover name oi one you love or cast away. Con- 
tinue matching apple seeds with papers as you cotmt, until 
all twelve seeds and twelve papers are used. 


Stand alone before mirror, and by light of candle comb 
your hair; face of your future partner will appear in glass, 
peeping over your shoulder. 


A Hallowe'en Supper. 


Select a round vegetable and cut with sharp knife so as 
to form a bucket handle on each side; scoop out mem- 
brane and seeds; rub outside with flannel until polished; 
then fill with polished autumnal fruit; set on plate and 
I wreath with foliage. 


Soak half a box of gelatine in half cupful of cold water 
imtil soft; add one cup of boiling water^ juice of one lemon, 
one cup of sugar, one pint of grape juice; set on ice and stir 
until it commences to stiffen; then fold iii two stiflSy beaten 
egg whites; turn into mold; when firm, tmmold and gar- 
nish vith bunch of grapes. 


Remove soft crumb from Parker House rolls, then fill 
cavities with chicken salad, seasoned with celery cut in 
small pieces, boiled cream dressing, paprika and salt; serve 
on fringed napkin and garnish with nasturtium pods, blos- 
soms, and leaves, or any autumnal blossoms at hand can be 
artistically used. 


Cut sections from small muskmelons so as to leave eveiry 
other rib fastened at top and bottom; remove membrane 
and seeds and fill center with delicately flavored cream; 
serve one melon to each person, arranging on grape foliage. 
If preferred, lemon ice can be used instead. 

hallow£:en festivities^. 59 

Cream ij cups d£ sugar, f cup of butter; add juice and rind 
of half a lemon, 2 cups of flour, stiffly beaten whites of 7 eggsj 
i teaspoon of baking soda sifted with flour, \ cup of candied 
citron*, ^ .qup of blanched almonds; drop in a heart, thimble, 
ring, and dime, and bake. Ice when cold. 

Cream i cup sugar, 2 tablespoons unmelted lard; add 2 eggs, 
\ teaspoon grated nutmeg, if cups sweet milk, \ teaspoon salt, 
I level teaspoon baking soda, 2 level teaspoons cream of tar- 
tar, flour enough to make soft dough; fry golden brown in 
deep, smoking fat. Sugar when cold. 


Ctrt peel into strips after removing white membrane, soak 
in cpld water for two hours; wipe dry. Boil two cups of 
sugar with one of water until syrup threads; dip straws in 
this; lay on oiled paper until next day. 

Blanch any kind of nut-meats by scalding them with bgjl- 
ing Y^ter, dash oh cold water, then rub off brown skin 
on cloth; mix with little olive oil; sprinkle with salt 
brown in moderate oven. 

Bdil one pint of New Orleans molasseT^and three-quarters 
of ciiip of sugar until brittle when dropped in water; then 
pour over popped com; mix thoroughly; press together 
into balls and place on buttered plate until it becomes cold. 
A simple prize may be placed in each. 

Place two quarts of sweet cider in tall pitcher; add few 
slices of lemon; just before serving turn in juice of three 
lemons; serve with straws and use thin glasses. For a cold 
night cider can be made hot. Cider for this must be fresh 
and very sweet. 

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Ghost Dance. 

Invitations: Written on black cards with white ink. 
Draw tiny skull and cross-bones in one comer of cards. 

Invitation Form. 

•* I can call spirits from the vasty deep." 


*Your shade is expected to attend 

A Ghostly Gathering which will haunt 

ine nouse oi ■ on ^ctooer tnirty-nrsu 

at eight and a-half o'clock. 


Wear sheet and mask of white. 


All conversation or loving 


. , remarks must be made 

in disguised voice 

until after tm- 

. ^ „ . masking. 

R. S. V.l>. 

Vov^Ts FOR. Hostess: Inform guests before dance that 
shefet is to be so draped over head and about body that 
no one can tell before unmasking whether ghost is man br 
woman. A good way to drape a sheet is to have one cor- 
ner cover hair and part of face while the rest is draped and 
safely pinned about body. Mask can be a square piece x)f 
white muslin with eye, nose, and mouth holes cut in. Such 
a mask can be tied about head, and will completely disguise 
face. For decorations, see page 15. 



Dance Music: Musicians are seated behind white sheets 
and play weird music only. Dancing before supper may 
consist of: 

Hallowe'en Waltz: Regtdar waltz; only when one couple 
meet another they exchange partners. At finish each re- 
ceives a suitable souvenir. 

Hallowe'en Frolic: Hostess asks four to dance a two- 
step around room once, then each selects a partner from 
audience and dances around room once again. After second 
rotmd, each dancer chooses a partner, and so on, until all 
are dancing. A table of favors may be brought in, and each 
guest gets one. Witches, ghosts, skidl and cross-bones, etc., 
are very suitable. 

Hallowe'en Lancers (Saratoga Lanciers) may then fol- 
low; and, when finished, Hallowe'en nuts (walnuts with ker- 
nels taken out, and love mottoes inserted) are given each 
one with request to keep them until supper, and at proper 
time read them to guests at table. 

Ghost Dance: Each ghost waltzes by himself until he\^ 
meets another, when he waltzes with him, and so on until \. 
music suddenly stops. When music stops, the last person ^ 
danced with is partner for supper. All form in couples and 
march to dining-room to '*Dead March" in ''Satd." 

SUPPER (suggestive). 

See page 44 for menu, and for directions for preparing 
and serving. 

When all are placed around table, hqgtess says ** Unmask." 
Results are very humorous, as partner may be sister or chum, 
or an old lady or old man who under disguise were not 
discovered, and may have had a fine time. 

After supper all return to brilliantly lighted drawing-room, 
and all ghostly reminders are laid aside. Any kind of dances 
may follow, Hallowe'en games, plays or mysteries tried. 

6l fFJESNJS/i^'S READINGS No, 31. 

Lucky Charms. 


Some of these charms, with their special virtues, are as 
follows : 

1. Split chestnut — Good morning. 

2. Amethyst heart — Loyalty. 

3. Owl — Wisdom. 

4. Heather in glass — 'Eternal love. 

5. Four-leaf clover — Luck. 

6. Scarab — Fidelity. 

7. Antique money — Luck at games. 

8. Pine cone — Preserves from sickness. 

9. Seaweed in glass —Preserves from accident. 

10. Poppy — To forget grief. 

11. Holly — Overcomes all obstacles. 

12. Auvergnebell — Guide in the right path. 

13. Hazelnut — Long life. 

These are attached by a little chain to a central ring. 
The flowers are incased in glass locket, and the others are 
of silver or of gold in the forms given. 

Another set of charms consists of tablets of various shapes, 
heavily chased in ornamentation and set with gems, the 
sentiment of which is also engraved on tablets just above 
setting. , These are: 

1. Opal — Hope. 8. Ruby — Charity. 

2. Garnet — Grace. 9. Jasper— Wisdom. 

3. Sapphire — ^Truth. 10. Pearl — innocence. 

4. Bloodstone — Courage. 11. Turquoise — Prosperity. 

5. Chrysoprase — Eloquence. 12. Amethyst — t)eep love. 

6. Topaz — Fidelity. 13. A wire charm containing in 

7. Jacinth — Modesty. a frame the figure ** 13." 

The person wearing this set of charms is supposed to have 
all these wonderful quaDties of character. The same gems 
and others as beautiftil are also to be had in the rough uncut 
stones, inclosed in gold wire cages and hung imprisoned on 
little gold chains of varied lengths. 

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Your Lucky Birthday Jewel. 

If you wish good luck to follow you throughout life, wear 
the stone belonging to the month in which you were bom. 


By her who in this month is bom 
No gems save Garnets should be worn; 
They will insure her constancy, 
True friendship and fideUty. 


The February born will find 
Sincerity and peace of mind, 
Freedom from passion and from care. 
If they the Amethyst will wear. 



Who on this world of ours their eyes ^ 

In March first open shall be wise. 

In days of peril firm and brave, 

And wear a Bloodstone to their grave. 


She who from April dates her years 
Diamonds should wear; lest bitter tears 
For vain repentance flow; this stone 
Emblem of innocence is known. 


Who first beholds the light of day 
^ In Spring's sweet, flowery month of May 

And wears an Emerald all her life, 
Shall be a loved and happy wife. 




Who comes with summer to this earth 
And owes to Jtrne her day of birth, 
With ring of Agate on herhand 
Can health, wealth, and long life conunand. 

The glowing Ruby should adorn, 
Those who in warm July are bom; 
Then will they be exempt and free 
From love's doubts and anxiety, 

Wear a Sardon3rx, or for thee 
No conjugal felicity; 
The August-bom without this stone, 
'Tis said must live unloved and lone. 

A maiden bom when Autumn leaves 
Are rustling in September's breeze 
of A Sapphire on her brow should bind — 

^ 'Twill cure diseases of the mind. 

October's child is bom for woe, 
And Ufe's vicissitudes must know; 
But lay an Opal on her breast 
And hope will lull those woes to rest. 

Who first comes to this world below 
With drear November's fog and snow 
Should prize the Topaz amber hue — 
Emblem of friends and lovers true. 

If cold December gave you birth — 
The month of snow and ice and mirth — 
Place on your hand a Turquoise blue: 
Success will bless whate'er you do. 





Hallowe'en Entertainment. 

Send out invitations at least two Weeks beforehand. 
Form oif Invitation. 

Young Men and Ypung Womfn, 
Attend ye Petr/er Stout's Hallowe'en Entertainment 


144 Southward Street. 

Come ye 

Prepared to take part in the sports of an Old-time 







At the early hour of eight on the night 

Of the Thirty-first of October, 



Decorate back of stage with medallion of Jacob Sleeper 

and surround him with halo of brooms. Suspend from 

ceiling above stage-center, a witch riding a broom. Deco- 

.^ate sides of stage, rooms, and halls with jack-o'-lantern 

he I draped in black, with blazing eyes and grinning faces. 

^ ^ ten jack-o'-lanterns hang chains of bright red apples. 

/ * V 1 chains hang cardboards containing appropriate mottoes. 



** Keep me as the'apple of thine eye." 

'* A cure for every disorder. " 

'* I am the * Apple of Discord.' " 

'*The means of Atalanta's xmdoing." 

"The cause of Eve's banishment from Paradise." 
Sometimes ears of com, tomatoes, and popcorn are used 
for decorations. Over entrance to room where guests are 
seated during performance, place a large motto, 

"All hopb abandon, 
Yb who enter here." 

Station two Sable Sisters at main entrance to house to 
receive flowers (two of a kind to be given by each unmarried 
woman in attendance) and the regular fee for admission, 
if the affair is for charity, church, or school benefit. (The 
Sable Sisters are gowned in black from head to foot and 
have their hair streaming about shoulders and faces.) 

As guests enter house they give required fee to Sable 
Sisters. If married they pass to room where they are to 
enjoy performance. Unmarried guests are escorted by 
Ghosts to rooms where Ghosts in attendance request them 
to remove wraps and to don garments of *'The Realms of 
Shade*' (white sheets). They enter hall and are met by 
Mephistopheles (a man gowned in brilliant red from head to 
toe), who escorts them to room where guests are seated. 

As guests enter room they are greeted with groans, moans, 
howls, and hisses. 





As each guest enters room where performance is to take 
place he receives a copy of the evening's program from hands 
of a ghost. 

Form op Program. 

Robin (joodfellow: A Recitation. 

Macbeth 's Fortune: A Play. 
Ghostly Pantomime: 

(a) Seein* Things. 
(6) Tenting To-night. 
(c) Au Revoir. 


At eight o'clock orchestra begins first piece, **A Hot Time 
in the Old Town To-night." 

Orchestra: Combs, tin horns, brass horns, dinner-bells, 
tin pans, harmonicas, piano, drums. 1 

^-^RCHESTRAL Music (to be played between the part 
performances): *' Sweet Marie;" ** The Bowery;" ** You Can't 
Play in my Back Yard;" ^'There's a New Coon in Town;" 
"We've All Been There Before;" **Good Night, Ladies." 

Performance: With finish of ** There's a Hot Time 
in the Old Town To-night," Robin Goodfellow appears and 
recites '* Robin Goodfellow." After his recitation curtain 


(a kind of merry sprite.) 
By Ben Jonson. 
^g Prom Oberon, in fairye land, 

^ The King of Ghosts and shadoWes there, 

L- Mad Robin I, at his command, 

Am sent to viewe the night sports here. 


What reyell rout 
Is kept about, 
In every comer where I go, 
I will o*er see, 
And merry bee, 
And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho! 

More swift than Ughtning can I flye 

About this aery welkin soone, 
And, in a minute's space, descrye 

Each thing that's done belowe the moone. 
There's not a hag 
Or ghost shall wag, 
Or cry, *' 'Ware Goblins! where I go;** 
But Robin I 
Their feates will spy. 
And send them home, with ho, ho, ho! 

Where'er such wanderers I meete. 

As from their night-sports they trudge home; 
With counterfeiting voice I greete 
And call them on, with me to roame 
Thro' woods, thro' lakes, 
Thro' bogs, thro* brake?; 
Or else, unseene, with them I go, 
All in the nicke 
To play some tricke 
And frolicke it, with ho, ho, ho! 
i '\ ' 

Sometimes I meete them like a man; 

Sometimes, an ox; sometimes, a hound; 
And to a horse I turn me can ; 

To trip and trot about them round. 
But if, to ride. 
My bacl^e they stride, 
More swift than^riQd away I go, 


Ore hedge and lands, 
Thro' pools and ponds 
I whirry, laughing, ho, ho, ho! 

When lads and lasses merry be, 

With possets and with juncates fine; 
Unseene of all the company, 

I eat their cakes and sip their wine ; 
And to make sport, 
I dart and snort ; 
And out the candles I do blow: 
The maids I kiss ; 
They shrieke— " Who's this ? " 
I answer nought but, ho, ho, ho! 

By wells and rills, in meadowes greene, 
We nightly dance our hey-day guise; 
And to our fairye king, and queene, 
We chaunt our moonlight minstrelsies ; 
When larks 'gin sing, 
Away we fling ; 
And babes new borne steal as we go, 
And elfe in bed 
We leave instead, 
And wend us laughing, ho, h^, ho! 

From hag-bred Merlin's time have I 
Thus nightly revelled to and fro ; 
And for my pranks men call me by 
The name of Robin Goodfellow. 

Fiends, ghosts, and sprites. 
Who haunt the nightes. 
The hags and goblins do me know; 
And beldames old 
My feates have told; 
So Vale, Vale; ho, ho, ho! • 
\Exii Robin Goodfellow.] 



Performers: Three Witches, Hecate, Armed Head, 
Bloody Child, Crowned Child,' Eight Kings, Ghostly 
Speaker, Macbeth, Banquo's Ghost, Clowns, Authors, 
Tramps, etc. 


Ghostly Speaker. • 
[Standing on stage — outside the curtain — left side!\ 
And now I will unclasp a secret book, 
And to your quick-conceiving discontents 
1*11 read you matter deep and dangerous, 
As full of peril and adventurous spirit 
As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud 
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. 

[Curtains open on Scene /., a cavern. In middle a boiling 
caldron. Loud thunder. Enter three Witches in ghostly attire, 
leaning on crutches y and with long snake -like tresses hanging 
about their faces. They move forward toward caldron. Loud 
and long thunder. Witches look around and at one another and 
shudder. Then mowing of cat. Again roar of thunder folldwed 
by mewing of cat. Witches shudder and shake their heads. A 
still louder crash of thunder followed by quick and sharp flash 
of lighffning and deep and awful cat-mewing. Looking at sky 
arjifH^n distance, Witches shake heads.'\ 

First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed. 

[She approaches and looks into caldron solemnly shaking 
her head. Sound of whining of pig. Witches glance hastily 
at one another and in direction of sound. Again whining of . 
pig. Second Witch approaches caldron and shudders. Other 
two look at each other and shake heads. Again whining of pig. 
Witches all approach caldron and each in turn stirs contents 
with stick, and shaking her head steps backhand looks in direc- 
tion of sound. Whining sound is hecird again^ and they stand 

HAlLdWEMit PESTlViTtkS. 7* 

SfiCOND Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 
Third Witch. Harpier cries, *Tis time, 'tis time. 
First Witch. 

\M arching around caldron and throwing in things y shaking 
her head wisely and solemnly; bending over stick she thumps 
it on floor, saying:] 

'Round about the caldron go; 
In the poison'd entrails throw. 
Toad, that under cold stone 
Days and nights has thirty-one 
#Swelter'd venom sleeping got, 
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. 

[After First Witch has gone around often enough to complete 
her rhyme, others follow and, thumping sticks on floor and bend- 
ing their bodies back and forward as they go, say:] 

Double, double, toil and trouble; 
Fire bum, and caldron, bubble. 
Second Witch. 

[Marches around alone, others stepping out and one side. 
Second Witch does exactly what First Witch did when she 
went alone. She continues to go round while she says:} 

Fillet of a fenny snake; 
In the caldron boil and bake; 
Eye of newt and toe of frog, * 

Wool of bat and tongue of dog, 
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, 
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, 
For a charm of powerful trouble, 
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 

[When Second Witch finishes, others fall in behind her and 
march around shaking heads, bending back and forward ^ and 
thumping sticks, saying:] 


Double, double, toil and trouble; 

Fire bum, and caldron, bubble. 
Third Witch. 

[Continues on around and repeats her rhyme while others 
jail out and stand one side, nodding and thumping sticks^ 
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, 

Witches* mummy ,' maw and gulf 

Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, 

Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark 

Liver of blaspheming Jew, 

Gall of goat, and slips of yew n *** 

Sitver'd in the moon's eclipse, 

Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips, 

Make the gruel thick and slab ; 

Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, 

For the ingredients of our caldron. 

[At close (?/ Third Witch's speech others fall in and march 
around caldron, thumping sticks as they go, all saying:^ 

Double, double, toil and trouble; 

Fire bum, and caldron, bubble. 
Second Witch. 
[Continues on until she says her lines. Others step one side,] 

Cool it with a baboon's blood. 

Then the charm is firm and good. 
[Enter Hecate to the other three Witches.] 
Hecate. O, well done! I commend your pains; 
_« -^ And every one shall share i' the gains. 

And now about the caldron sing, 

Live elves and fairies in a ring. 

Enchanting all that you put in. 
[Soft dreamy music, then weird music. Witches dance 
around caldron, keeping time to music and humming in pecu- 
liar manner as they make evolutions. Hecate retires while 
they are dancing.] 


Second Witch. 

[HalHng and stepping one side and looking at thumbs:] 
By the pricking of my thumbs, 
Something wicked this way comes. 
Open, locks. 
Whoever knocks ! 
[Enter Macbeth in ghostly garments. He strides forward. 
When near Witches he stops, frowns a second.] 

Macbeth. How, now, you secret, black, a^d midnight 
What is *t you do? 

All. a deed without a name. 
Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, 
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me ; 
Though you untie the winds and let them fight 
Against the churches; though the yesty waves 
Confound and swallow navigation up; 
Though bladed com be lodged and trees blown down; 
Though castles topple on their warders' heads; 
Though palaces and pyramids do slopi 
Their heads to their foundations; though the t Measure 
Of nature's germens tumble all together, 
Even till destruction sicken; answer me 
To what I ask you. ' 
First Witch. Speak. 
Second Witch. Demand. 
Third Witch. We'll answer. 

First Witch. Say, if thou'dst ratter hear *t f^pm our 
mouths, ^ 

Or from our masters' ? 
Macb. Call 'em; let me see 'em. 
First Witch. Pour in sow's blood that hath eaten 
Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten . 
From the murderer's gibbet throw 
Into the flame. 

[As Witch speaks other two pa^s around ^aldron throwing in 


All [march around saying]. Come high or low; 
Thyself and office deftly show! 

[Loud thunder and heavy crashes. In middle of caldron, ap- 
pears Armed Head. Macbeth looks startled,] 
' Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, — 

First Witch. He knows thy thought: 
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. 
Armed Head [in sepulchral tones]. 
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware MacduflF, 
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. 

Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; 
Thou hast harp*d my fear aright; but one word more, — 
First Witch. He will not be commanded; here's 
More potent than the first. 

[In middle of caldron appears Bloody Child.] 
Bloody Child [yells]. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! 
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. 
Bloody Child. Be bloody, bold and resolute; laugh to 
The power of man, for none of woman bom 
Shall harm Macbeth. [Descends.] 

Macb. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee? 
But yet ril make assurance doubly sure, 
And take a bond of fate; thou shalt not live; 
That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, 
Ancf'^leep in spite of thunder. 

[Loud thunder, heavy flash of lightning; more thunder; in 
middle of caldron appears Crowned Child, with tree in hand.] 
Macb, What is this 

That rises like the issue of a king, 
And wears upon his baby-brow the round 
And top of sovereignty? 
All, Listen, but speak not to't. 

Crowned Child. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no 


Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: 
Macbeth shall never vanqtiish'd be until 
Great Bimam wood to high Dunsinane hill 
Shall come against him. [Descends.] 

Macb. That will never be : 

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree 
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements ! Good! 
Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood 
Of Bimam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth 
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his. breath 
To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart 
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your art 
Can tell so much : Shall Banquo's issue ever . ' 

Reign in this kingdom? 

All. Seek to know no more. 

Macb. I will be satisfied; deny me this, 
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. 

First Witch. Show! 

Second Witch. Show! 

Third Witch. Show! 

All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; 

Come like shadows, so depart! 
[Enter Eight Kings, the last holding glass; Banquo's Ghost 
following. As first appears^ Macbeth speaks (i) then (2) with 
the second, and so on, until all have disappeared. Kings are 
dressed in ghostly garments and crowns.] 

Macb. (i) Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo : down! 
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. (2) And thy hair, 
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first, 
(3) A third is like the former. Filthy hags 

[looks angrily at Witch es] , 
Why do you show me this? (4) A fourth! Start, eyes! 

(5) What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? 

(6) Another yet! (7) A seventh! TU see no more : 
(8) And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass 
Which shows me many more ; and some I. see 
That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry; 


Horrible sight ! Now, I see 'tis true ; 

For the blood bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, 

And points at them for his. [Eight Kings vanish.] 

What, is this so? 
First Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so; but why- 
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? 
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, 
And show the best of our delights : 
1*11 charm the air to give a sound, 
While you perform ypur antic rotmd; 
That this great king may. kindly say, 
Our duties did his welcome pay. 
[Music. Witches dance and vanish.] 
Macb. Where are they.? Gone? Let this pernicious 

Stand aye accursed in the calendar! 
Come in, without there. 
[Enter Clowns, Authors, Tramps, etc.] 



This part of the program, represented by the Clowns, 
Authors, and Tramps in as humorous and ghostly a fashion 
as possible, is left to the ingenuity of manager of entertain- 


Represented by tent with beds. Soldiers sit arotmd sing- 
ing. Suddenly all becomes hushed and still. Music of 
''Stars and Stripes'' is played softly, and ghosts approach 
and hoist before astonished eyes of soldiers American flag 
that they had forgotten to hoist. When flag reaches top 
of pole, all sing "Stars and Stripes." 

Represented by entrance of Shakespeare, Bjn-on, Teiftiy- 
son, Bryant, Twain, Kipling, and Swift, who glide about 
stage in mysterious manner. "Au Revoir'* is played, and 


these authors glide to front of stage and stand. Witches 

and Macbeth appear and stand between them. All sing 




As curtain goes down Ghostly Speaker appears and says: 
Our revels now are ended. These our actors 

Were all spirits, and 
Are melted into air, into thin air; 
And, like the baseless fabric of this visioil, 

All shall dissolve, 
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, 
Leave not a rack behind. 
At close of program, unmarried people are escorted by 
Mephistopheles to two different rooms. Over door of room 
for men is large sign, ** Enter Men, but Have a Care." Over 
door of room for women is sign. "May Fortune Treat You 
Fairly." Men and women enter these rooms and select flower 
preferred, and meet in hall. Woman and man that have 
same kind of flower are partners for evening in all games, 
feasts, etc. 


Serve refreshments immediately after play or perform- 
ance. Following refreshments, are suggested: "Fortune 
Cake," "Conundrum Nuts," "Hallowe'en Pie," "Apples,'' 
"Chestnuts," "Fortune Balls," Lemonade. For married 
people substitute pop-corn balls for "Fortune Balls." 

When married and unmarried people are present, refresh- 
ments may be served at different tables. In center of table 
for married people have large cake, without ring". In center 
of table for unmarried people have "Fortune Cake." Rest 
of refreshments for married people may be same as for un- 


Cut "Fortune Cake" at table after all are seated, the cake 
at other table at same time. See that each person gets ^ 


piece. All are to search for the ring. The one that gets it 
will be married within a year. 

After ring is found, pass the "Conundrum Nuts.*' Each 
person receives one. The one at head of each table reads his 
contmdrum and each one at table tries to answer. If answer 
is not given, hostess gives it. Each person in turn reads his 
conundrum and answer is given. 

When all have read conundrums and answers have been 
given, "Apples'' are passed, each guest taking one. Hostess 
tells them to eat the apples. 

After caps are found and put on, "Chestnuts*' are passed. 
Each guest takes one and person at foot of each table, when 
mottoes are discovered, reads his. Each one in turn does 
the same until all are finished. 

" Hallowe'en Pie " comes next and is brought in cut. Each 
person gets a piece. 

Next come "Fortune Balls." Each person receives one, 
except married ones. Married ones may have pop-corn balls 
at same time. Hostess requests them to enjoy pop-corn. 
Wheil a guest finds the paper he rises and reads it. Each 
does so in turn. Lemonade is served as guests are about to 
pass to kitchen. 



One lb. butter, 2 lbs. sugar, 3 lbs. flour, i lb. currants, i lb. 
raisins, 6 eggs, 3 teaspoonfuls powdered saleratus, i teaspoon- 
ful ground cinnamon, J nutmeg, i gold ring. Beat butter to 
a cream; add sugar after rolling it fine, add well-sifted wheat 
flour, well-beaten eggs. Dissolve saleratus in little hot water, 
add it. Also add cinnamon and grated nutmeg. Wash and 
dry currants thoroughly and stone and cut raisins in two; 
flour them all together with the ring and work them all in 
the dough. Put into large buttered tin and bake in moderate 


Samples of Fortune Slips. 

1 . You will receive a letter in a few days from your dear- 
est friend. Your life will be smooth and ftdl of glad content. 

2. You are going to marry and live abroad. Your life 
will have many clouds but will end gloriously. 

3 . Your life will be spent in doing good to others. 

4. You are about to enter upon the broad ocean of life. 
Choose the straight and narrow way gfnd you will be exceed- 
ingly successful. 

5. You will be a wanderer. A rolling stone gathers no 

6. Sorrow approaches you through one you deem your 
' friend. Tell no more secrets. Be a friend to yourself. 

7 . You are not doing yourself justice. Cease hiding your 
• light under a bushel. Showjthe world what you are. 

8. A glorious future is thine. Gold to btmi — ^Take up 
thy cross. 

9. Be of good cheer — ^Thy flour barrel shall never be 

10. Thou shalt win all thou desirest. Be noble, true, and 

[If preferred, humorous fortunes may be written on slips. 
They are likely to cause more fun.] 

Take English walnuts and cut them apart with a knife — 
do not break shells; take out kernels and make inside of 
shells smooth. Write suitable conundrums on strips of 
paper about two inches wide and four inches long. Roll up 
slips and put between two shells. Place opening of shells 
together and tie daintily with baby ribbon. Place them 
into deep glass dish or in several dishes, to be served at table 
same as if good nuts. 

Samples of Conundrums. 
Why is the letter D like a wedding-ring? Because we can- 
not be wed without it. 

Why is a bridegroom often more expensive than a bride? 


V / 


Because the bride is given away, but the bridegroom is often 

Why does a single lady wear mittens ? To keep off the chaps. 

When is a ship said to loye ? When tender to a man-o'-war. 

What did the giri call the man who took her home under 
his umbrella when she was caught in the rain? Her rain- 
beau (bow). 

Why is a young Aan like a kernel of com? Because he 
turns white when he pops. 

What should a young man carry with him when calling 
on his fiancee? Affection in his head, perfection in his man- 
ners, and confection in his pockets. 

Why might it. be expected that some men would abuse 
their wives? Because they are lady-killers before marriage. 

What nation produces the most marriages? Fascination, 

Why do birds in their nest agree? Because if they did not 
they would fall out. 

Who was the first man condemned to labor for life? Adam. 

When was fruit known to use bad language? When the 
first apple cursed the first pair (pear). 

What does a stone become in the water? Wet. 

"What ship carries the most passengers? Court-ship. 

Why is Canada like courtship? It borders on U. S. 

Consists of upper and lower crust of dough and looks like 
any large deep pie. Dish is deep and round. Bake under 
crust and upper crust. When cool, fill with sawdust and 
dainty knick-knacks. Have knick-kn^ks evenly scattered 
throughout sawdust. Then put on top pie crust and sprinkle 
with powdered sugar. Knick-knacks should consist of things 
pertaining to occasion, as witches on brooms, tiny jack-o'- 
lanterns, ghosts, apples, etc., — souvenirs of the occasion. 

Cut out inside of apples and fill in with sawdust, and into 
center of sawdust put witch's caps made from pretty colored 
pa^e^. -• Put plugof-upplein t© hide opening. . 



Take out kernel of chestnut and put in a motto about 
Hallowe'en, or ghosts, or good luck. Tie daintily with 
colored cord. . 


On slip of paper four inches long by six inches wide write 
fortune of each person. Select things that happen in every 
life. Have each paper different. Roll them up and when 
com is popped and dipped in syrup or molasses that has been 
properly boiled, put paper into middle of each ball and roll 
com all around bundle of paper. These balls may be of 
different colors. 


Take two cups of granulated sugar to one cup of boiling 
water, and boil until syrup, when dropped into water, makes a 
soft ball. Stir in popped com. Molasses boiled until stringy 
may be used in same way. A little cochineal will make syrup 
red, a little chocolate will make it chocolate color. 

Refreshments should be served by young girls gowned as 

Tall steeple cap with narrow rim and snake coiled around 
steeple; black bodice with white front (bodice laced together 
at front); short, full white skirt; long black pointed over- 
skirt (about six points reaching bottom of skirt); short, 
white panier overskirt at each hip; black pointed slippers 
with big buckles and black stockings. 


After refreshments, hostess invites guests to take part in 
games in kitchen. [See Games, page 49.] 


Fortune-Telling With Dominoes. 

The room in which the future is to be tested should be 
of inky darkness, with half-dozen or more white lights 
set in form of double-three dominoes; and a gown of black- 
and-white ** polka-dot" should be worn by the ''revealer of 

The dominoes should rest face down on a smooth table of 
white marble or oil-cloth. The inqtdrer seats himself at table, 
shuffles dominoes, and from them draws five dominoes. From 
these the seer must concoct a ** revelation*' of sufficient detail 
and length. As an aid the following are given: 

Double-six denotes receipt of money, will be very rich. 
Six-five denotes amusement and success. 
Six-four denotes early marriage and much happiness. 
Six-three denotes constancy and affection. 
"^ Six-two denotes orderly, economical, and industrious. 
Six-one denotes will marry twice, rich in old age. 
Six-blank denotes will learn of death of a dear friend. 
Double-five denotes will be very lucky in ever3rthing. 
Five-four denotes will marry poor. 
Five-three denotes ample means and eventual wealth. 
Five-two denotes unfortunate love affair. 
Five-one denotes an invitation to an enjoyable affair. 
Five-blank denotes avoid gambling and games of chance. 
Double-four denotes lucky to lovers, farmers, and laborers. 
Four-three denotes neither riches nor poverty. 
Four-two denotes a change in yotu* circumstances. 
Four-one denotes you will be childless but rich. , 
Four-blank denotes quarrels and separations, never marry. 
Double-three denotes immense riches. 
Three-two denotes fortunate in love, marriage, and business. 
Three-one denotes not favorable. 
Three-blank denotes youri, sweetheart is deceitful. 
Double-two denotes thrifty and successful, moderately rich. 
Two-one denotes a life of luxury, but never marry. 
Two-blank denotes poverty and bad luck. 
Double-ace denotes constancy in love and marriage.. 
Ace-blank denotes travel in great luxury. 
Double-blank denotes selfish, miserly, and heartless. 


Ghost-Story Party. 

There is no more grewsome and unique kind of party than 
a Ghost-Story Party. To make such a party successful Hmit 
your guests to twelve — ^six men and six women — and request 
each one to come prepared to do his part in story-telling. The 
one that gives the most awful story wins a prize. Each 
story-teller should aim to make his listeners believe the thing 
occurred to him. The following stories are suggestive of the 
kind of stories one may tell. 


By Anna E. Dickinson. 

One evening not many years ago I visited a friend who 
resided, in a so-called haunted house. Just before retiring 
my hostess called my attention to the fact that I was to 
occupy the room in which the most awful sounds of the night ^^^^ 
were heard. As I was neither superstitious nor timid, I told \v 
her I was willing to give the ghosts a trial, and shortly I re- 
tired to my room. 

The room was a delightful old-fashioned apartment, the 
open fire, and huge chintz-covered easy chair inviting — I 
said I wotddn't — yet even while I said so, sat down to read. 

I read and the hours wore on. 

The book was not cheerful, far from it, but it was fasci- 
nating — ^Bulwer's ** Strange Story" — and as the night waned 
there was something more than the sinking fire to account 
for the chill that insidiously crept over me. 

I could hear the striking of the bell at the town hall. Two 
o'clock. It did sound pretematurally clear and loud. I 
paused in my reading to listen. Could the unhappy souls that 
so many years ago were untimely sped into eternity yet 
wander about these old haimts of earth to disturb the descend- 
ants of their merciless executioners? I pondered the thought 
^^ id, still pondering, put down the book with its weird char- 




acters and uncanny apparitions, and fotind my way, shiver- 
ingly and in haste, to bed. 

Had I really been asleep? I do not know. I know a 
longer or shorter interregnum of dark, and silence had fol- 
lowed the extinguishing of my light, and that I had lost 
consciousness when something wakened me. 

Up I sprang with the familiar exclamation, ** Who's there?" 

No reply, but a swishing sound, soft and continuous, 
smote my ear in such wise as to make it tingle with any- 
thing but pleasing sensations. 

** Who's there?" again demanded I, this time defiantly. 

Again no answer, but stillness fell for a space. 

Softly I got out of bed, and, as well as I could, steered 
for the gas-burner and the match-safe with intent to cast 
some light upon the inatter, but alas, was foiled on reach- 
ing them by the discovery of one headless stick and two 
burned ones. 

The silence continued. 

** Sheer imagination," said I to myself jeeringly, and re- 
traced my steps through the room. 

Swish, swishy went the noise, and I sat up again — swish, 
swish, swish. 

Rats? No; it was not like rats. No gnawing, no scam- 
per, no patter. 

Wind? Perhaps so. There is no accounting for some 
of its demonstrations. I shook up the pillow and com- 
posed myself to sleep once more. c . 

It was no use — swash went something. 

I scrambled out this time in dire earnest. A light I must 
have. A light I would have. There were no matches* I 
stumbled my way to the hall door, and cautiously opened it. 
No light. No stir. I shut the door and turned back into the 

Seemingly the fire had died, but I found my way to the 
grate and poked at it gingerly, till through the ashes I saw 
the glimmering hint of an ember, and blew at it till mv 
throat was dry, in a vain effort to light a scrap of papj 



, £fAZl:sjfr£;Ej^ festivities. 85 

dragged from the recesses of my coat pocket, but the letter- 
paper was harsh and unamenable to fire or reason, and did 
but smoke and smoke till, through heating and charring, it 
was gone without consenting to the dawn of a blaze. 

The noise had stopped meanwhile, but began again. A 
soft breathing and a movement like trailing garments. I 
had no more paper to help me. I must prosecute my in- 
vestigations in the dark. 

For the second time I sttunbled to the door. No one 
there. To the windows. There were four of these, lofty, 
with blinds within and without. No, no tree branch grew 
sufficiently near to strike against them. No loose hinge 
nor ill-hung sash permitted them to waver, no rain fell from 
the darkened sky to beat against them, but the darkened 
sky and dreary night allowed no friendly glimmer to pene- 
trate the gloomy recesses of my room, up and down which 
I navigated, hands and feet both in requisition, with many 
a halt and more than one threatened shipwreck in a hope- 
less voyage of discovery. 

Nothing but darkness, stillness, and bruises rewarded 
me. "I am a fool," then said I, with chattering teeth; 
**My death I shall catch, but a ghost? — no. Let us have 

Swash went the something once more. 

**Ah ha!" whispered I, with malicious triumph, as I 
shufHed across the room; '*you are there, are you? in the 
water pitcher? trying to drown yourself? Now I have 
you!" and I plunged my hand into the pitcher, into the 
basin, back into the pitcher to its bottom. Nothing there 
but water, cold and plenteous — ^nothing found save a wet 
arm and an additional discomfort — a wet sleeve. 

I retreated to the shelter of pillows and blankets, and re- 
solved to give repose to my heavy head and burning eye- 
balls, 'though a whole legion of ghosts saw fit to revel in 
what had once been the abode of some one of their number. 

Determination has its rewards. Strained eyeballs and 
)nse head gradually relaxed, frozen body thawed, sleep, 

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with its downy mantle, was covering all fret and fatigue 
with its blessed oblivion, when — Well, I sat up once 
more, descended, ran nimbly, for I had learned every step 
of the way to the grate, and that forlorn hope of an ember. 
Did it still live ? Barely, and fast growing cold. 

There were no more scraps of paper, no more letters. 
Even the match-sticks had been tried in desperation and 
tried in vain; but there was my pocket-book, and some 
scrip, or, this failing, a bill of inferior denomination. So 
the blowing, and the ashes, and the slow dull smoking, 
slower and dtdler than before, were repeated, and that was 
all — save that I was the poorer by some scrip and a green- 
back or so. 

** Miserable ghost!" cried I, the necessity of speech sub- 
dued by the reason of the living beings sleeping in near rooms, 
making speech doubly intense not to say savage — ^to the 
being, Hving or dead, but wide-awake and aggressive in my 
own room — ** miserable ghost, speak or be silent, prance ot 
be still. I will sacrifice to you no more time, no more rest, 
no more comfort, no more letters, no more greenbacks. I 
defy you — only, for my own enHghtenment will you, in re- 
turn for the annoyance you have caused me, in ghostly lan- 
guage tell me whether you go through this performance 
every night, and whether you purpose continuing it till 
morning? Three raps for affirmative. One for denial. 
Come! Begin!" 

It began, but not as I desired. It was not a ghost to be 
defied, nor a spirit to indtdge in trifling conversation, and 
it punished my eflfrontery by going on with its dreary pro- 
gram as though it entirely ignored me and my queries. 
No light-minded rapping responded, but in its stead, a 
curious gurgUng sotmd that to my intent ear seemed like 
the breath of a person dying by slow suffocation. 

Yes, it is true; my hair certainly did uncurl, and each 
particular thread did stand on end with horror. Small", 
cold claws paced down my back, and marked off each spinal 
vertebra with painful and peculiar distinctness. My 

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was a drum, and my heart a drum-stick that beat a double 
tattoo with as much ease as though it had been two. 

I ceased ahke entreaties and defiance. There were no 
more observations to be made. I would not speak to the 
inhabitants of my own world, though the vertebra parted, 
and each hair turned white where it stood. I got into my 
bed with a desperate determination to remain there, and I 
remained till morning. 

Morning came. There was nothing at the windows, 
nothing at the door, on the furniture, behind the furniture, 
under the bed — ^nothing in the pitcher, the basin — ^nothing 

I struck against the porcelain foot-bath, tmstumbled 
against and imremembered the night before, and screamed 
— in a voice that brought the household to my threshold — 
over a half-grown, half-drowned rat, that was swish, swish- 
ing with its wretched little claws up the concave side of the 
slippery ware and sliding back into its unwished-for bath 
of ten inches of cold and mustardy water. 

I screamed, but it was morning. My reputation for cour- 
age was lost, but no one of that household has known of 
cause to accuse me of superstition tmto this day. 



The ghost about which I shall speak is probably the most 
blood-curdling and terror-inspiring ghost ever seen; at least 
that was what my two boy friends and I thought as we came 
scampering through a field, faUing over stones and stumps, 
plunging headlong into thickets and yelling at the top of our 

The way it all came about was this : It was early in June. 
We had started out in the afternoon to go trouting in the 
pretty Uttle mountain stream that comes dashing down from 
the side of the Ossipee range and empties into Winnipisseo 
Lake at Melvin village. 

So exciting had the sport been that we kept on, following 
the stream far up the mountain, and it was not until near 
sunset that it occurred to any of us that it was time to start 
for home. 

**I say, Jerry," shouted Bill my friend, **the stm isn't 
more than aij hour high, and there's a fog rising down there 
on the lake. If you two don't want to stay out in the woods 
all night, you'd better be making tracks." 

**A11 right," answered Jerry, ''I'm ready when you are; 
but isn't it rough to have to give it up now? How hungry I 
am. Seems to me I could eat one of those trout raw; and 
it will be two hours and a half or three hours before we can 
get home, too." 

**0h! you needn't eat raw fish. 'Twon't take but a few 
minutes to cook some." 

Dry wood was gathered, and a bright fire started. Mean- 
while Jack had cleaned half a dozen good-sized trout, and 
spread them open, placing them on a sort of gridiron made 
of green branches. Then raking over the fire he put them 
on the glowing coals. Pretty soon the fish began to sizzle 
and when they were browned on one side they were turned 


over and cooked on the other. While the cooking had been 
going on, Bill had peeled pieces ^of birch-bark, and when the 
fish were done he had some clean, fresh-looking, sweet-smell- 
ing plates all ready to receive them. 

**Now, help yourselves, boys," said Jerry, as he trans- 
ferred the contents of the rude gridiron to the dishes and 
seized upon a tempting mprsel himself; but dropped it as 
quickly as though it were a red-hot iron. 

"Jerusha, isn't it hot though?'* he exclaimed, alternately 
"blowing and sucking his fingers; ** guess we'll have to wait 
for them to cool a little." 

In time, however, even red-hot trout will cool, and we 
boys enjoyed a hearty supper. There was a lack of salt 
and seasoning, but voracious appetites made up for that. 

**Now, chaps," said Bill, as he finished his last fish, **it's 
time for us to be traveling, and we've got ^ to do some fast 
walking if we want to get home by bedtime; it isn't a very 
easy road following the brook down; but I'm afraid we'll 
lose the way if we don't keep near it, especially if that fog 
comes up here, for then it will be as dark as a stack of black 

We discarded our fish-poles, rolled up our fish-lines and 
put them into our pockets, then, taking our heavy string of 
fish, started down the mountain. It was a rough path, and 
as it grew darker and darker we had much trouble in clamber- 
ing over the obstacles in our way. As we feared, the fog 
crept up the mountain, and ere we were half way home it 
was so dark that we cotild scarcely see fifteen feet ahead. 
But the brook served as a guide to our course, and we fol- 
lowed it till we came to a clearing about two-thirds of the 
way down. 

**I guess this is Deacon Jones's field," says Jack, as he 
comes to the fence, "and I think we'd better go 'cross-lots 
the rest of the way." 

**rm a little suspicious we'll get lost in this thick fog; 
but at any rate it's better than tumbling and straddling 
around among the rocks and bushes over there by the brook." 

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We accordingly struck off through the field. Getting 
out of the woods we found it a little Hghter, but it was still 
disagreeably dark. Through the pasture we went, and 
finally came to a plowed field, in which the young crop was 
just starting up. Here the walking was much better. Bill, 
who was the oldest, trudged along ahead, and we followed 
after in Indian file. 

Suddenly Bill stopped, and in frightened accents cried 
out: "B-boys; 1-look th-there. Wh-what's th-that?" 

Gazing in the direction in which Bill was pointing, we 
beheld a sight which nearly took our breath away with 
fright. Right before us — certainly not fifteen feet off — was 
a most awful spectre — a ghost — there could 't be any doubt 
about the matter; there it stood, a tall figure clothed in white, 
with great white arms stretched out as though about to catch 
all three. On its head was a bright sort of helmet, and 
underneath the helmet a face — ^not of the dead, but of glow- 
ing fire. It seemed to us that the fiery eyes were fixed on 
us with a malignant stare. We were spellbound with fear. 

All the stories of ghosts and goblins that we ever heard 
rose up in our minds. We were too frightened to speak or 
even to run away. What good in flight ? Cannot the demon, 
or ghost, or whatever it is, overtake us? It began to move! 
The long white arms waved in the air as though about to 
grasp us! The head nodded as though the goblin was chuck- 
ling to himself before seizing his prey. He was about to 
start for us, when, with loud cries, we dropped our fish and 
started off on a wild run through the field, each, in fancy 
at least, feeling the awful presence of the phantom close 
behind him. 

Scuttling along in our wild retreat we reached the fence 
which formed the other boundary of the field, and over it 
we tumbled in hot haste. As we struck the ground on the 
other side we were saluted by a gruff voice : 

"Hullo, thar! What's the rumpus? *' ■ '^ 

And looking in the direction whence the sound came, we 
beheld another apparition, but this time a welcome one. It 


was old Deacon Jones with" a lantern. He was out htinting 
up a stray cow, and was cotisiderably surprised and not a 
little startled at the sudden appearance of three boys tum- 
bling over the fence, pell-mell, in such a terrible state of ex- 

As soon as we recovered a little we proceeded to explain 
the matter by stating that we had been chased by a most 
awful ghost ever heard of in those parts. '*It was at least 
fifteen feet tall, wore a long white shroud, had a head of 
burning fire, and chased us clear across the field." 

**Pooh!'* grunted the old deacon, ** you're as crazy as 
loons. Thar ain't no sich things as ghosts. Come 'long 
an' find out what it is. I'll agree ter eat all the ghosts on 
Ossipee Mountain." 

We boys were still badly -frightened, but reassured by the 
presence of the valorous deacon we consented to return, 
provided he would go ahead. 

We retraced our steps,, and soon Bill, pulling the deacon's 
sleeve, whispered in tremulous tones : ** There it is !" 

**Yes, that's jest what I thought; why, ye simpletons, 
ye've been scart out o' yer senses an' come nigh breakin' 
yer necks runnin' away from a scarecrow thiat I fixed up 
myself ter keep the thievin' crows from pulling up my com," 
and the deacon set down his lantern and laughed so loud 
that the motmtain echoes caught the infection and laughed 

**But his head is just like a ball of fire, and his arms kept 
waviag" about, just asT^tioilghr tfeey. J^anted to hit us," said 
Jerry, still unable to comprehend the affairv^^^ 

. *' Wal, come 'long an' find out all about it,'*''^'afl§ffi^ed the 
deacon, as he proceeded toward the cause of so much excrte=^ 

**Thar, ye see it's nothin' but an old white birch stub, 
about seven feet high. I put an old white smock frock onto 
it, an' I fixed some beech withes inter the arms a-puppus 
to have the wind blow 'em about an' scare the pesky crows. 
That wonderful bat's only an' old tin pail, an' the bumin' 



fiery face that most scart yer inter fits — -"wal, that's the wurst 
uv all ; why, it*s nuthin* but fox-fire, that ye can see in most 
any old rotten sttrnip hereabouts. Now, jest pick up yer 
fish an' help me find my cow or 111 tell everybody down ter 
the village how three smart young chaps got scart out uv a 
year's growth by an old birch stump." 

We boys hunted up the fish we had \ left in our fright and 
meekly followed the deacon. He promised not to tell the 
story, but it was too good to keep, and for many months 
after three young men were haunted by the story of "that 
awful ghost." 



In the year 1704 a gentleman of large fortune took fur- 
nished lodgings in a house in Soho Square. After he had 
resided there some ^eeks, he lost his brother, who had lived 
at Hampstead, and who on his death-bed particularly de- 
sired to be interred in the family vault at Westminster Abbey. 
The gentleman requested his landlord to permit him to bring 
the corpse of his brother to his lodgings, and to make arrange- 
ments there for the funeral. The landlord without hesita- 
tion signified his compliance. 

The body, dressed in a white shroud, was brought in a 
very handsome coffin and placed in a great dining-room. 
The funeral was to take place the next day, and the lodger 
and his servants went out to make preparations ' for the 
solemnity. He stayed out late; but this was no uncommon 
thing. The landlord and his family, conceiving that they 
had no occasion to wait for him, retired to bed about twelve 
o'clock. One. maid-servant was left up to let him in, and 
to boil some water, which he had desired might be ready 
for making tea on his return. The girl was accordingly 
sitting all alone in the kitchen, when a tall spectre-looking 
figure entered and clapped itself down in a chair opposite to 

The maid was by na means one of the most timid of her 
sex; but she was terrified beyond expression, lonely as she 
was, at this unexpected apparition. Uttering a loud scream, 
she flew out like an arrow at a side door, and hurried to the 
chamber of her master and mistress. Scarcely had she 
wakened them and^ communicated to the whole family 
some part of the fright with which she was herself over- 
whelmed, when the spectre, enveloped in a shroud, and with 
a face of death-like paleness, made its appearance and sat 


down in a chair in the bedroom without their having observed 
how it entered. The worst of all was that this chair stood 
by the door of the bedchamber, so that not a creature could 
get away without passing close to the apparition, which 
rolled its glaring eyes so frightfully, and so hideously dis- 
torted its features, that they could not bear to look at it. 
The master and mistress crept tmder the bed-clothes, covered 
with profuse perspiration, while the maid-servant sank 
nearly insensible by the side of the bed. 

At the same time the whole house seemed tabe in an uproar; 
for though they had covered themselves over head and ears 
they could still hear the incessant noise and clatter, which 
served to increase their terror. 

At length all became perfectly still in the house. The 
landlord ventured to raise his head, and to steal a glance at 
the chair by the door; but behold the ghost was gone! Sober 
reason began to resume its power. The girl was brought 
to herself after a good deal of shaking. In a short time they 
plucked up sufficient courage to quit the bedroom and to 
commence an examination of the house, which they expected 
to find in great disorder. Nor were their anticipations un- 
founded ; the whole house had been stripped by artftd thieves, 
and the gentleman had decamped without paying for his 
lodging. It turned out that he was no other than an accom- 
plice of the notorious Arthur Chambers, who was executed 
at Tyburn, 1706; and that the supposed corpse was this 
arch-rogue himself, who had whitened his hands and face 
with chalk, and merely counterfeited death. About mid- 
night he quitted the coffin, and appeared to the maid in the 
kitchen. When she flew upstairs he softly followed her, 
and seated at the door of the chamber, he acted as a sentinel, 
so that his industrious accompUces were enabled to plunder 
the house without the least molestation. 



By Carolyn Wells. 

[Copyright by the Century Co. Used by permission of Publishers.] 

When I first spoke to Gertrude about going down to our 
seashore cottage to spend Hallowe*en, she treated the idea 
with scorn. This pleased me, for I knew that she would 
soon be enthusiastically approving my suggestion, if, indeed, 
she were not offering it as her own. 

1 was not surprised, therefore, to hear her, a few days 
later, telling a neighbor that, just for the ^novelty of the 
thing, we were going to spend Hallowe'en at Beachhurst. 

**We haven't quite decided," she continued, "but / think 
it would be great fun, and little Frederick would enjoy it 
so much. If my husband will only consent, I think we 
shall surely go." 

I graciously allowed myself to be persuaded to consent 
to my own plan, and then Gertrude invited a house-party 
of a few friends to spend a few days with us. 

The ** Woodpile," our seaside home, was newly biiilt, 
and as it was one of the finest cottages on the New Jersey 
coast, we were justly proud of it, and enjoyed the pros- 
pect of entertaining our friends with a novel and pleasing 

We arrived at the *' Woodpile" two days before Hallowe'en, 
as there was much to be done. 

However, as the servants were capable, though not very 
willing, and the guests were willing, though not very capable, 
we soon had the machinery in motion for a jolly old-fashioned 
Hallowe'en. The first evening we made jack-o'-lanterns 
and witches, and decorated the house with a determined 
enthtisiasm that accomplished wonders. 

Indeed, I never remember working so hard in all my life. 
I cut and tied and hammered and nailed, and ran up and 
down step-ladders, until I was so tired that when at last I 
found myself in bed I fell asleep at once. 


From this deep sleep I awoke suddenly and with a jump. 

The room was dark, save iFor a tiny spark of night-light. 
I looked and listened, but could see or hear nothing 
alarming; yet I felt an irresistible impulse to rise and go 

I was not frightened; I had no thought of fire or burglars. 
I simply rose and put on my bath-robe and slippers because 
I could not help it. 

For the same reason, I went out into the hall, down the 
stairs, and into the parlor. This was a large apartment, 
which was already decorated in Hallowe'en fashion. 

As I entered, I was surprised to notice the chill air of the 
room. I crossed the room, though I grew colder with every 
step, and sat down in an arm-chair near the fire-place. ^ 

There was no fire on the hearth, but I did not select my 
seat with a view to warming myself, but because I was unable 
to resist the power that pushed me into that particular chair. 

As I sat there, I was cold, extremely cold, but not shiver- 
ing; the calm iciness of the atmosphere seemed to imbue 
my whole being, and I sat, silent and immovable, with a 
half -conscious sense of admiring my own magnificent inanition. 

Then the thought came into my mind that I was about to 
see a ghost. Even this did not startle me. 

So when the misty, frosty air gradually settled into a dis- 
tinct though semi-transparent shape, I knew at once that 
I was in the presence of a ghost. And then, as I looked 
with interest upon his ghostship, there seemed something 
familiar about him. I was sure I had never seen a ghost 
before, yet that tall, commanding figure walking toward Ine 
with a stately and solemn step seemed somehow like an old 

I gazed at the ghost more curiously. He wore a com- 
plete suit of armor, of an antique make that appealed strongly 
to my collecting instincts, and my fingers fairly itched for 
his wonderful helmet. His face was that of an oldish man, 
yet his flowing, dark heard was only partially silvered, and 
his expression, though a trifle sad, seemed to betoken a strong 
noble nature. Undoubtedly he was a ghost, and a ghost of 


no small importance, and after waiting a suitable time for 
him to speak, I concluded to open a conversation myself. 

But while I was considering in what terms to address a 
strange ghost, and what degree of welcome to offer him, the 
apparition stalked a few 'steps nearer to me, and annoimced 
in a deep, hollow voice: 

'* I ^n thy father's spirit. 
Doomed for a certain time to walk the night." 
And then I recognized my visitor. Of course he was not 
my father's spirit at all, but the Ghost of Hamlet's Father. 

** Hamlet," I cried, ''king, father, royal Dane, my! but 
I'm glad to see you! " 

I had not intended to speak in this colloquial way, but I 
had always felt a warm syrnpathy for the old gentleman, 
and somehow it broke through my icy calm. 

Perhaps it broke through his also, for he stopped stalking 
and stood regarding me with a countenance more in sorrow 
than in anger. Then he said: 

** For this assurance, thanks. I would that I 
. Might say the same to you. But of a truth 
Your presence here, at this especial time. 
Hinders my dearest plans." 

"No! Is that so?" said I, much concerned. "But I'm 
only here for a week, or ten days at most; can't your plans 
wait that long? " 

** Not so ; on Hallo' eve — to-morrow night — 
I do expect that there will join me here 
A dozen of my fellows — fellow-ghosts. 
Doomed for a certain time to walk the night." 

"Oho!" said I, "I see; you have made my house a ren- 
dezvous for Hallowe'en, because you thought it would be 
otherwise vacant." 

" 'Tis so, my friend; and lend thy serious hearing 
To what I shall unfold. In vain I've sought 
In the Old World a castle or a church, 
A ruined abbey or an ancient tower, 
Where I and some few spirits of my choice 


Might congregate, unnoticed and alone. 
At my wits* end, I thought, there's one last chance; 
Mayhap, across the sea, the newer world, 
With less of legend and traditiqn. 
May offer us a haven, where, in peace 
And unmolested, we may work our will." 
"Yes, yes, I see," cried I; "you came here thinking the 
Jersey coast the farthest possible remove from a ghost- 
haunted atmosphere. But what is your work? What are 
you contemplating that excludes your fellow-ghosts? " 
" But soft ! methinks I scent the morning air. 
Brief let me be ; and yet I ever was 
Rambling and slow of speech. I will call up 
A comrade spirit; he shall tell thee all. 
Ho, Marley's Ghost appear! *' 
"Marley's Ghost!" I exclaimed. Surprise and delight 
had now entirely melted my icy calm, and I rose to shake 
hands cordially with Marley's Ghost as with an old friend. 

The hand-shaking gave me a peculiar sensation, for though 
I could see his hand grasp my own and jog up and down 
with it, yet I felt nothing but a handftd of ice-cold air, like 
an evaporated snow-ball. 

All my life I had been familiar with Marley's Ghost, and 
now he stood before me: the same face; the very same Mar- 
ley in his pigtail, usual waistcoat, tights and boots, with his 
chain clasped about his middle; and when he sat down in 
an arm-chair and wrung his hands and gave a frightful cry, 
I realized afresh that this was truly Marley's Ghost that I 
had known and loved for years. 

" It is extremely awkward, my dear sir,** he said, "to object 
to a man*s presence in his own house, but I will explain our 
predicament in a few words, and perhaps you can aid us in 
some way.*' 

"My services are at your disposal,** said I, for just at that 
moment it seemed to me that to assist Marley's Ghost and 
the Ghost of Hamlet*s Father was the only aim of my life. 

"We are about to organize a club,** went on the spirit of 
Jacob Marley, "of Ghosts Who Became Famous. Now, 


you will readily see that such a club should be kept very 
select and none admitted to membership except those who 
are unquestionably famous.** 

'* And myriads there be," 
broke in the Ghost of Hamlet's Father, 

** whose natural gifts 
Are poor to those of mine ; and yet they come 
With pomp and circumstance to join our ranks." 

**I sympathize with you," I said, and sincerely, '*for I 
know how difficult it is to keep undesirable members out 
of a club and, without question, you two gentlemen are as 
the most famous ghosts of all time qualified to judge an 
applicant's claims." 

"That is true,** said Marley*s Ghost; *'but though we 
are the most famed, others also have won lasting recognition. 
But they are few. It would surprise you to know how few 
ghosts have become really famous. Of course you under- 
stand that when we selected this house and this room for 
our meeting it was on the supposition that you would spend 
Hallowe'en in your city home, and this house wotild be un- 

'* It is indeed awkward," said I, "for though I would gladly 
leave to-morrow, and take my family, yet I can't ask my 
guests to go away so suddenly. But stay; I have an idea. 
You don't want this room until midnight. Suppose I have 
our Hallowe'en sport Hallowe'en morning. Then if I can 
make everybody go to bed before midnight the coast will 
be clear for you." 

My spectral guests were delighted with this plan, and, as 
an expression of their gratitude, invited me to be present at 
the club meeting. 

This was exactly what I wanted, and I accepted their invita- 
tion with pleasure. 

"You are sure you can arrange matters so as to have this 
room vacated by midnight? " said Marley'S Ghost, anxiously. 

"I am sure of it," said I, for I resolved that I would do so, 
even if I were obliged forcibly to eject my guests. 


'* Swear! " said the Ghost of Hamlet's Father, in his stagey- 

** I swear it/* I said earnestly. 

As there were no cocks to crow down at the seashore, I 
wondered if my guests would know when to depart; but 
even as I wondered, they disappeared slowly, Hke a dis- 
solving view, and I was left alone. % 

I returned to my bed, and lay there, thinking how I should 
persuade Gertrude to consent to deferring the celebration as 
1 wished. 

But it was not difficult. She readily agreed that the fun 
would be much greater on Hallowe'en morning, for then 
our baby boy cotdd enjoy it, too — a pleasure whioh woidd 
be denied him at night. 

On Hallowe'en, then, I hurried every one off to bed well 
before midnight; and when the clock struck twelve I arose, 
earnestly hoping that every one else in the house was asleep. 

I softly descended the stairs, feeling again that impelling 
force, but by no means inclined to resist it. 

When I entered the parlor it was qtdte dark, save for 
the semi-luminous presence of several ghosts. 

I at once recognized the Ghost of Hamlet's Father, who 
was stalking up and down. Marley's Ghost was talking to 
three other spirits. 

The Ghost of Hamlet's Father seemed too preoccupied to 
pay much attention to me, but Marley's Ghost was exceed- 
ingly polite, and told me who the various phantoms were. 

**That," said he, pointing to a tall, gloomy specter, '*is 
Banquo's Ghost; and this" — ^indicating another, in himts- 
man's garb — **is Heme the Hunter." 

Caesar's Ghost I recognized for myself, and the noble figure, 
in its Roman drapery, must have thrilled Brutus when it 
appeared to him before the battle of Philippi. 

The Headless Horseman seemed to be one of the most 
important ghosts, and the Hessian trooper looked especially 
weird as he carried his head under his arm, and often care- 
lessly left it lying around on a chair or table. 

The Skeleton in Armor rattled about with a good deal of 


dignity. He wasn't as ghostly looking as the others, but 
lie was qtdte as ghastly. ^ 

Suddenly eleven spirits entered at once. 

"Who are they? " I whispered to Marley's Ghost. 

'* Those are the various ghosts,'* he replied, ** which ap- 
peared to King Richard III. when he was in his tent in Bos- 
worth Field. Of course you recognize the Tower Princes." 

** Yes," said I, looking at the misty shapes of two beautiful 
children, whp were like and yet unlike the familiar picture of 

Queen Anne, too, I knew, and King Henry VI., but Buck- 
ingham, Clarence, and the others were to me simply pictur- 
esque phantoms, and I did not know which was which. 

Marley's Ghost answered my questions politely, but I 
could see his attention was otherwise attracted, and he was 
covertly listening to a controversy which was going on be- 
tween the Ghost of Hamlet's Father and the Headless Horse- 

** What is the trouble? " said I. 

**The trouble is," replied Marley's Ghost, "that there are 
three ghosts who want to belong to the club, and Hamlet 
doesn't want thenci. He thinks they aren't sufficiently 
famous; and as, when the club is formed, Hamlet will doubt- 
less be elected president, of course his opinion must be con- 
sidered. But the Headless Horseman thinks these doubt- 
ful members should come in." 

"Who are they?" I asked. 

*' There they stand," said Marley's Ghost, pointing to three 
phantom figures that stood apart from the rest. 

Two seemed to be companions — a tall, erect man, with 
close-curling red hair and queer red whiskers, and a woman 
in black, pale, and with a dreadful face. 

The other ghost stood alone, and seemed rather morose 
and dejected, though apparently the spirit of a well-to-do 

"Those two together," said Marley's Ghost, "are Peter 
Quint and Miss Jessel." 

"And who are they? " said I. 


"Ah, you don't know! *' said Marley's Ghost, with an air 
of satisfaction. "That strengthens my opinion that they 
are not famous ; and yet they claim that they are well known 
in literary circles. They are characters in 'Henry James's 
'The Two Magics.'" 

" Never read it/' said I; "but of course they're not famous 
at all, compared with you and old Hamlet." 

"No," said Marley's Ghost, and he might be pardoned 
for clanking his chain a little ostentatiously, **but then, of 
course, they're younger. A hundred years hence, perhaps — " 

"Yes," said I, "perhaps. And now, who is the dissatisfied- 
looking gentleman near them?" 

"That," said Marley's Ghost, ''is Tomlinson." 

"Ah," said I, "Kipling's Tomlinson. I know him." 

"Yes?" And do you call him famous?" 

"It's so hard to say," I answered. "To my mind, he is 
worthy of fame, but many readers do not agree with me. 
And he, too, is young." 

"Yes," said Marley's Ghost, "but I was famous when 
very young. Why, the ghost of Nell Cook and the Drummer 
of Salisbury Plain in the 'Ingoldsby Legends,' or even 'Gil- 
bert's Phantom Curate,' are better known than they." 

"Yes," said I, thoughtfully, "or the extremely up-to-date 
ghosts of Frank R. Stockton, John Kendrick Bangs, and 
P. Marion Crdwford." 

The discussion became more general, and soon all the 
ghosts were arguing the question of "What is fame?" Peter 
Quint loudly asserted his claims on the ground that his 
author was the most famous of living novelists. "That 
may be," said Marley's Ghost, "but I am personally ac- 
quainted with a living gentleman who says he never read 
'The Two Magics.'" 

"Pooh!" said the Ghost of Peter Quint, "fame does not 
necessarily imply popularity. Because it was not one of 
the six best-selling books is no reason why the book I am in 
should not be considered famous. My author would scorn 
to be popular, but all the world calls him famous. There- 
fore, I am famous." / 



"'Infamous' wotild describe them better," growled the 
Headless Horseman. He was sitting near me at the time, 
but as his head was lying on a window-seat across the room, 
the voice came from there, and the effect was extremely weird. 

Tomlinson's principal claim was also on his author's repu- 
tation, and Marley's Ghost sagaciously opined that ''after a 
hundred years he, too, perhaps — '* 

Most of the ghosts were slow of thought and deliberate of 
speech, and the consequence was that they hadn't begun to 
organize their club, but were still mulling over the question 
of "What makes one famous? " when I heard footsteps in 
the room above, and knew that Gertrude had arisen. 

Then I heard other footsteps of a childish, pattering nature, 
and I realized that my son and heir was already awake and 
would soon descend. Here was a predicament. If Gertrude 
or Baby Frederick should see these ghostly visitors they 
would faint and yell respectively. But how could I induce 
the club to adjourn? 

I explained my diffictdty to the Ghost of Queen Anne, who, 
being a woman, might have sympathy for Gertrude and the 

But she only said, with an air of finality: 

"Ghosts never depart until cockcrow.'* 

At this I was in despair, for, as I have said, there were no 
cocks at Beachhurst. The situation was desperate. Already 
I cotdd hear Gertrude and little Frederick on the stairs. 

I thought of appealing to the Ghost of Hamlet's Father, 
but he was in the midst of a resounding speech in blank verse, 
and I felt sure he would not even notice me. Marley's Ghost 
was talking to the Skeleton in Armor, and by the clanking 
chains and the rattling bones I knew they were having a 
fierce argument, and I could not hope to gain their attention. 
The footsteps sounded farther down the stairs. 

In despair I cast my eyes about, and saw a mechanical 
rooster. With a sudden inspiration I seized the toy and 
woimd it up, and a loud and very natural crow was the result. 

There was a swishing sound, a final clanking and rattling, 
and in an instant every ghost had disappeared. 

104 v/£:kne/!'s headings No. 31. 


I live with Catchings and Hopkins, two other newspaper 
men. We have the fifth flat in a large six-story house. 

Until last Friday every flat in the house was occupied. 
We have Uved here for more than |l year, but knew the name 
of but one other tenant, a Miss Russell, an actress, who 
occupied the fourth flat. Although we knew her name, 
none of tis had ever seen her. 

My work keeps me at the office until 2 o'clock in the morn- 
ing. One morning as I came home I met the janitor going 
out for Miss Russell's physician. She had fallen ill. Several 
times after that, one or other of us met the physician coming 
to the house or just going away, and gradually we fell into 
the habit of asking the janitor about Miss Russell's condition. 
At first she seemed to respond readily to treatment, but there 
came a time when the janitor or the physician cotdd not re- 
port any change, either for better or worse. 

**Just about the same, sir," the janitor wotild say when I 
asked him. '*She doesn't seem to get on." 

For about four weeks now an unusual series of events has 
been keeping all three of us out of the house for two or three 
hours more than customary at night. Several times it has 
happened that although I did not get home until 4 o'clock in 
the morning I was the first one in. I distinctly remember 
that it was so on Saturday three weeks ago. I had been 
reading a book which puzzled and interested me in no small 
degree. After I had eaten my supper, I sat in the parlor 
smoking my pipe, finishing a baffling chapter. ^ 

I was aroused from my absorption in the book by sudden 
and violent banging of the door between kitchen and dining- 
room. For a few seconds I sat still, thinking that one of the 
other boys had come in and had slammed the door by acci^ 
dent. But I heard no one move, nor, indeed, was there 
another sound until, without warning, the slamming of the 


door was repeated. Then I arose qtuckly, put down my 
book, and went swiftly into the dining-room, turning up the 
gas in the hall as I passed. 

The , dining-room was empty. The supper things stood 
exactly as I had left them, and the kitchen door was shut as 
usual. I opened it and passed through the kitchen. Noth- 
ing seemed amiss, and I lit the gas for a closer inspection. 
Everjrthing was in its place, and the door into the storeroom 
was locked according to ctistom. I unlocked it and looked 
in. Nothing had been disturbed. I turned the Ught ftdl 
on in the dining-room and went back to my book. It was 
closed, and lying on the comer of the piano. I had left it 
open, on a chair. 

It was very curious, whatever this was that was happen- 
ing, and it distracted my attention from the book for several 
minutes, but at last the book held me captive again. I do 
not know how long I sat absorbed in reading, but I became 
suddenly conscious that the room was cold. Then I felt a 
soft draught. I put down the book and went to the hall. 
It was dark. The light was out. 

' I was certain that I had left it turned well up, and I went 
to see what was the matter. Before I reached it the kitchen 
door was shut again with a thundering bang, and I saw that 
the dining-room also was in darkness. I put a match to 
the gas-jet in the hall and went into the dining-room. One 
of the windows I had left shut and fastened had been thrown 
half-way up and the heavy iron shutters were wide open. 
Just then Catchings and Hopkins came in. 

'* What's the matter, Seagrave?*' Hopkins called out. 
"You've got the house as cold as a bam." 

'*If you will tell me what is the matter," I replied, "you 
win solve a very pretty puzzle." 

Then I told them what had occurred. They laughed a 
raucous laugh that was not pretty. Nor was it expressive 
of belief. 

**Pipe dreams," said Catchings, reassuringly, to Hopkins. 
^'He's been smoking. Where did you get it, Seagrave?" 

I did not answer, but refa$twed the shutters securely anr^ 


latched the window shut. After that I went to bed. I had 
had enough to set me thinking and was in no mood for sport 
or badinage. I left them sitting at the table and joking 
about what I had said. 

For three nights nothing happened. Then, on Wednesday, 
Catchings got home first. It was about half-past 3 o'clock 
when he finished his supper and went into the parlor to 
smoke. I came at 4 and found him standing, white-faced 
and excited, in the hall, with every room in the house dark. 

** I can't keep 'em lighted," he whispered, pointing to a gas- 
jet. ** Something turns them out." 

"Oho!" said I. **Have you had a pipe dream? Where 
did you get the dope?" 

** As God made me," he answered, "it's the truth." 

As he said it the door between the kitchen and the dining- 
room smashed against its jamb with a crash that sent a shiver 
through the whole house and brought a man from the fiat 
overhead out into the hall, demanding to know what was 
the matter. 

Well, Catchings was satisfied, but Hopkins still laughed, 
and told long tales of things he had read of sendings and 
magic in the East. 

"We have to do with neither sendings nor magic," replied 
Catchings. "Life is too short to be wasted in investigating 
such phenomena. I prefer to let others hold up the hands 
of science and go myself where such things are not." 

"Don't get nervous, old man," said Hopkins. "Stay at 
least until it has given me a chance." 

There was a week of quiet. Every night Hopkins hurried 
through his work to be the first one home, but it was not 
until last Thursday a week ago that he got his wish. 

Catchings and I got home together, just before 4 o'dlock. 
Hopkins was in the bath-room. It was a position of van- 
tage, he said, from which he cotdd observe the operations 
on both sides of him. Something had been playing hockey 
in the hall with the blue Chinese porcelain umbrella-jar. 
The game had been going on, Hopkins declared, for fully a 
quarter of an hour when we interrupted it. The jar woi,^(i 

be rolled tttmultuously down the hall and bring up with a 
deafening crash against an open door. Then the dining- 
room door into the kitchen would hammer out a thunderous 
applause, and the jar would go tumbling back again along the 
hall, to stop with a shivering smash at the open parior door. 

So he told it. When we got in the house was quiet and 
the umbrella-jar stood peacefully erect and wh©le in its placid 
niche by the hat-rack. 

I do not comprehend such things. I do not understand 
how hat-racks,. and doors, and umbrella-jars, and gas-jets, 
made out of metals which have been inanimate, as we know 
animation, for years, can suddenly develop the attributes of 
life and attain voluntary motion. 

I do not like such things as have been happening in our 
house, and I proposed that we move. Catchings agreed, 
but Hopkins said wait. He is of an investigating frame of 
mind, and he was not satisfied. So we waited. 

On Tuesday of last week we all got home at the same time 
and sat down together to our supper. We had been sitting 
for perhaps fifteen minutes wfien the noise came. It was the 
tremendous slamming of the door into the kitchen. ' Hop- 
kins, who specially desired the investigation, fairly leaped 
out of his. chair. Catchings, who most wanted to avoid it, 
did not show by the movement of a muscle that he had heard 
the noise. As for me, I sat still, but that was because I had 
a reason. For I sat facing the kitchen door, and at the very 
moment it was slammed I happened to be looking directly at 
it. It had not moved the smallest fraction of an inch, but 
the noise it made was like the report of a ducking gun on 
Great South Bay. 

When I said that the door had not moved Hopkins 
declared that I was cross-eyed and could not see. We 
examined it and found it solidly locked. Then Hopkins 
asserted that it was the door from the kitchen into the store- 
room that had slammed. We examined that. It was shut 
and locked. To determine accurately whether motion accom- 
panied the noise or not we sealed up the windows and the 
doors from the storeroom to the dining-room door into the 


private hall and retired into the parlor for constdtation and 
the consolation of tobacco. There followed a riot in the rear 
of our apartment, but we paid no attention to it. After a 
while the doors got tired and stopped for a rest. Then we 
went out. We broke every seal as we went along and we 
shot back every bolt. Not a seal or a bolt had been disturbed. 

"The demonstration is satisfactory," said Hopkins, finally. 
"As far as I am concerned the investigation is closed. Sup- 
pose we go house-hunting to-morrow." 

This was, as I said, on Tuesday of last week. We did not 
find a place that suited us on Wednesday or Thursday, but 
the house was quiet on both nights. On Friday morning 
we all got in together soon after 3 o'clock. We were sitting 
in the parlor discussing the difficulties of moving when there 
was a soft knock at our door. Catchings answered it. Hop- 
kins and I heard him open the door and then there was a 
pause. Then we heard Catchings say something, but it 
was in a voice so low that we could not distinguish his words. 

*' What is it. Jack?" asked Hopkins. 

Catchings made no reply to us', but we heard him say dis- 
tinctly, "I think you have made a mistake, madam." 

Hopkins and I jumped up and went down the hall together. 
As we passed the gas-burner, I turned the Ught on full. Look- 
ing over Catchings's shotdder I saw standing in the doorway 
a woman perhaps 25 years old. She was in her night robe 
and her long, glossy black hair hung thickly over her shotdders. 
Her hands were clasped in front of her. Her face was abso- 
lutely without color, and hef eyes, big, round, and deep black, 
were staring straight over our head^^ap the hall. 

'*What is it. Jack?" Hopkins asked again, as we reached 
the door. ' * What does she want ? " 

"I don't know," replied Catchings. "She doesn't say." 
Then addressing the woman he said agdin: "I think you 
have made a mistake, madam." 

She did not move a muscle. I was staring at her witli >11 
my eyes and I could not see her even breathe. ■ Then Hop v 
kins asked, and I remember feeling that his voice was rough 
and harsh. 



** Madam, what is it you want?" 

Her expression never changed, and I who was watching her 
as intently as it is given to a human being to watch, I swear 
that her lips did not move, but she answered clearly and 
distinctly, although in a voice that was like a sigh of the 
darkness on a country road in the stunmer when the night 
has beto holding its breath by the hour, and she said: 

*'I§ Miss Russell here?" 
. "Ah," exclaimed all three of us together, and with intona- 
tion of relief, **you have made a mistake. Miss Russell 
lives on the floor below." 

'*Ohr' she said, and turned about in 'the hall as if to go 
down stairs. Hopkins stepped out to turn up the hall-light, 
but before he reached it that happened which froze him to 
the spot where he stood. The woman turned slowly. Then 
she went swiftly down the seven steps of the upper half of the 
flight, and instead of turning at the midway landing to go 
on down she went straight through the end wall of the house 
and out of sight. 

"She's fallen!" I, cried, and down the stairs we leaped 
together. For one wild instant we all thought perhaps we 
had not seen aright, and that she had pitched over the balus- 
trade into the open hallway. To the bottom we raced and 
back again, and saw nothing more than a frightened mouse 
scampering to its hole in the comer. There was our door 
wide open, and the gas-jet flaring up, and the end wall sound 
and whole where the woman went through. We went into 
the parlor and faced one another without speech, and the 
silver chime of the clock on the mantel struck four. 

As we went out in the morning after breakfast we met the 
janitor in the hall. 

" How is Miss Russell to-day? " asked Catchings. 

"She died, sir, at 4 o'clock this morning," answered the 
man. He took a photograph out of his pocket and showed it 
to us. "She was a handsome girl, sir," he said. 

It was a photograph of the woman who went through the 



Professor Hermann V. Hilprecht, of the University of 
Pennsylvania, had charge of the excavations at NippurT 

One Saturday evening, about the middle of March, 1893, 
he had been wearying himself, as he had done so often in 
the weeks preceding, in the vain attempt to decipher two 
small fragments of agate which were supposed to belong 
to the finger-rings of some Babylonian. The labor was 
much increased by the fact that the fragments presented 
remains only of characters and lines, and that dozens of 
similar fragments had been found in the ruins of the Temple 
of Bel at Nippur, with which nothing could be done; that 
in this case, ftcrthermore, he had never had the originals 
before him, but only a hasty sketch made by one of the 
members of the expedition sent by the University of Penn- 
sylvania to Babylonia. 

He could not say more than that the fragments^ taking 
into consideration the place in which they were found and 
the peculiar characteristics of the cuneiform characters 
preserved upon them, sprang from the Cassite period of 
Babylonian history {circa- 1700-1140 B.C.); moreover, as 
the first character of the third line of the first fragment 
seemed to be KU, he ascribed the fragment, with an inter- 
rogation point, to King Kurigalzu, while he placed the other 
fragment as unclassifiable with other Cassite fragments 
upon a page of his book where he published the unclassifiable 
fragments. The proofs already lay before him but he was 
far from satisfied. The whole problem passed yet again 
through his mind that March evening before he placed his 
mark of approval under the last correction in the book. Even 
then he had come to no conclusion. About midnight, weary 
and exhausted, he went to bed and was soon in deep sleep. 
Then he dreamed the following remarkable dream : 

A tall, thin priest of the old pre-Christian Nippur, about 


forty years of age and clad as a simple abba, leU him into 
the treasure-chamber of the temple, on its southwest side. 
He went with him into a small, low-ceiled room, without 
windows, in which there was a large wooden chest, while 
scraps of agate and lapis-latzuli lay scattered on the floor. 
Here he addressed him as follows: 

**King Kurigalzu {firca 1300 B.C.) once sent to the Temple 
of Bel, among other articles of agate and lapis-lazuli, an in- 
scribed votive cylinder of agate. Then we priests suddenly 
received the command to make for the statue of the God 
Ninib a pair of ear-rings of agate. We were in great dismay, 
since there was no agate as raw material at hand. ' In order 
to execute the command there was nothing for us to do 
but to cut the votive cylinder into three parts, thus making 
three rings, each of which cbntains a portion of the original 
inscription. The first two rings served as ear-rings for the 
statue of the god; the two fragments which have given you 
so much trouble are portions of them. If you put the two 
together you will have confirmed my words. But the third 
ring you have not yet found in the course of your excava- 
tions, and you will never find it.*' 

With this the priest disappeared. He awoke at once and 
immediately told his wife the dream, that he might not for- 
get it. Next morning — Sunday — he examined the fragments* 
once more in the light of these disclosures, and to his astonish- 
ment, found all the details of his dream precisely verified in 
so far as the means of verification were in his hands. The 
original inscription on the votive cylinder read: *'To the 
Grod Ninib, son of Bel, his lord, has Kurigalzu, pontifex of 
Bel, presented this.** 


Mrs. P. was married in 1867 and lived happily for two 
years, when her husband became greatly depressed in spirits 
and his health began to fail. Something seemed to be prey- 
ing on his mind, but all inquiries failed to elicit more than 
the reply that there was '* nothing the matter with him, and 


that his wife was 'too fanciful."* Things continued m this 
way until Christmas, 1869. The husband and wife went 
upstairs to their chamber early, about 9.30, and the hus- 
band went immediately to bed. Their baby girl, however, 
usually awoke about this time ai\d after drinking some warm 
milk would sleep for the rest of the night. As she was still 
sleeping Mrs. P. lay down on the outside of the bed, wrapped 
in her dressing-gown, waiting for -her to wake and thinking 
over the arrangements for the following day. The door was 
locked and the lamp was burning brightly on a chest of 
drawers at the opposite side of the room. Suddenly she saw 
standing* at the foot of the bed, between her and the light, 
the figure of a man dressed in naval uniform and wearing a 
peaked cap pulled down over his eyes. As his back was to 
the light his face was in the shadow. She spoke to her hus- 
band, saying, '* Willie, who is this?'* Mr. P. turned and 
looked in astonishment at the strange visitor, crying out, 
*'What on earth are you doing here, sir?" The apparition 
slowly drew itself erect and said in a commanding but very 
reproachful voice, '* Willie! Willie!" The husband immedi- 
ately sprang out of bed and moved toward the figure as if to 
attack it, when it moved quietly away in the opposite direc- 
tion from the door and disappeared as it were into the wall. 
As it passed the lamp a deep shadow fell upon the room, as if a 
material person had intervened between the light and the 
spectators. Mr. P. instantly took the lamp and unlocking 
the door made a thorough search of the house. When he 
came back he informed his wife that the apparition was that 
of his father, who had been dead fourteen years. Early in 
life he had been in the navy, but his son had only once or 
twice seen him in his tmiform. Mrs. P. had never seen her 
husband's father. Later Mr. P. became very ill and revealed 
the fact that he had been on the eve of acting upon the advice 
of evil associates, and had, indeed, already done some things 
which later brought sorrow to the family, when his father's 
warning voice had called him back from the brink of the 
precipice. Mr. P. confirms his wife's narrative in all par- 





By Eben £. Rbxpord. 


Lem* me see. 'Twas in the year i860. I was jest begin- 
nin* my work on this road that year. I'd been on a road out 
West, but a friend got me the position here that IVe kep* 
ever sence. 

It was a rainy, disagreeable day when the aiffair I'm goin' 
to tell you about happened. Jest one o' them days thut 
makes a feller feel blue in spite of himself, an' he can't tell 
why, neither, 'less he lays it all to the weather. 

I don't know what made me feel so, but it seemed as if 
there was danger ahead ever after we left Wood's Station. 
An' what made it seem so curious was that the feelin' o' 
danger come on me all to once. It was jest about four o'clock, 
as near as I can tell. Anyway, jest about the time when the 
down express must have got safely by the place where what 
I'm goin' to tell you about happened, I was a-standin' with 
one hand on a lever, a-lookin' ahead through the drizzlin' 
rain, feelin' chilly an* kinder downhearted, as I've said, though 
I didn't know why, when all of a sudden, the idea come to 
me that somethin* was wrong somewhere. It took hold o' me 
an' I cotddn't git red of it, nohow. 

It got dark quite early, on account o' the fog an' the rain ; it 
was dark as pitch afore we left Holbrook, which was the last 
station we passed afore we come to the place where I see the 

"I never felt so queer in my life afore," said Jimmy, the 
fireman, to me, all of a sudden. 

As I was feelin' queer myself, he kinder startled me, a sajdn' 
what he did. 

** Why! What d'ye mean? " said I, without lettin' on that 
I felt uneasy myself. 


**Don* know/* answered Jimmy; "can't tell how I do feel, 
on'y as if suthin' was goin* to happen." 

That was jest it! I felt the same thin^, an'. I told him so, an' 
we talked about it till we both got very fidgety. 

There's a purty sharp curve about twenty miles from Hol- 
brook. The road makes a turn around a mountain, an' the 
river runs below ye, about forty feet, or sech a matter. It 
is a pokerish lookin' place when you happen to be goin' over 
it an' think what *ud be if the train should pitch over the 
bluff inter the river. 

Wall, we got to the foot o' the mountain just where the 
curve begins. The light from the head-lamp lit up the track 
«tnd niade it bright as day, about as fur as from me to the 
fence yonder, ahead o' the engine. Outside o' that spot, all 
was dark as you ever see it, I'll bet. 

All to once I see suthin' right ahead, in the bright light. 
We allers run slow around this curve, so I could see distinct. riz right up, I tell ye, fer what I see was a man a-stand- 
in' right in the middle o' the track, a-wavin' his hands; an' 
I grabbed hold o' the lever an' whistled down brakes, an' 
stopped the train as fast as ever I could, fer ye see I thought 
'twas a live man. An' Jimmy he see it, too, an' turned round 
to me with an awful scart face, fer he thought sure he'd be 
run over. 

But I began to see 'twan't any flesh-and-blood man afore 
the train come to a stop, fer it glide right along over 
the track, keepin' jest about so fer ahead of us all the time. 

*'It's a ghost," cried Jimmy, a grabbin^ me by the arm. 
*' You can see right through him." 

An' we could! 

Yes, sir, we could. When I come to notice it, the figure 
ahead o' us was a kind o' foggy-lookin' thing; and only half 
hid anything that was behind it. But it wasr jest as much 
like a man as you be, an' you'd a said.tbe same thing if you'd 
a seen it. 

The train stopped. An* then> sir, what d'ye think hap- 


Well sir, that iking just grew thinner an* thinner, till it 
seemed to blend right in with the fog that was all around it, 
and the fust we knew 'twas gone! 

'*It was a ghost!" said Jimmy, in a whisper. **I knew 
somethin' was a-goin* to happen, 'cause I felt so queer like." 

They come a crowdin' up to find why I'd stopped the train, 

an' I swear I never felt so kind o' queer an* foolish as I did 

when I told *em what I'd seen 'cause I knew they didn't 

b'leeve in ghosts, most likely, an' they'd think I was drunk 

•or crazy. * 

**He see it, too," sez I, a-pointin' to Jimmy. 

** Yes, 'fore God, I did," sez Jimmy, solemn as if he was a 
witness oii the stand. 

V'This is a pretty Jiow-d'ye do," sez the conductor, who 
didn't b'leeve we'd seen anything. " I'n^. surprised at you, 
Connell; I thought you was a man o' sense." 

*'I thought so, too," sez I, "but I can't help what I see. 
If I was a dyin' this minnit I'd swear I see a man on the track, 
or leastwise the ghost o' one. I thought 'twas a real man 
when I whistled." 

** An' so would I," sez Jimmy. 

The conductor couldn't help seein' that we was in earnest, 
and b'leeved what we said. 

**Take a lantern an' go along the track," sez he, to some o' 
the men. 

An' they did. An' what d'ye s'pose they found? 

Well, sir, they found the rails all tore up jest at the spot 
where the train wotdd a shot oyer the bluff into the river if it 
had gone on! 

Yes, sir; they found that, an' I tell you there was some 
pretty solemn lookin' faces when it got among the passengers 
how near we'd been to death. 

**I never b'leeved in ghosts," sez the conductor, **but I 
b'leeve you see something Connell, an' you've saved a precious 
lot o' lives. That's a sure thing." 

Well, sir, they went to huntin' round, an' they found a lot 
o* tools an' things that the men who'd tore up the rails had 


left in a htirry, when they found the train wasn't goin' over 
the bluflE as they'd expected. An' they found, too, when it 
come light, the body o* the man whose business it was to see 
to the curve, where it had been hid away after bein' mur- 
dered. An* that man was the man whose ghost we had seen. 

Yes, sir. He*d come to warn us o' the danger ahead after 
the men had killed him an' was a-waitin' for tis to go over the 
rocks to destruction. An' he'd saved us. 

I found out afterward that there was a lot o' money on 
board, an'' I s'pose the men who tore tip the track knew it. 

So that's my ghost Jstory, an' it's a true one. 


*Twas in the Summer of '46 that I landed at Hamilton, 
fresh as a new pratie just dug from the "ould sod," an' wid 
a light heart an' a heavy btmdle I sot off for the township of 
Buford, tiding a taste of a song, as merry a young fellow as 
iver took the road. Well, I trudged on an' on, past many a 
plisint place, pleasin' myself wid the thought that some day 
I might have a place of my own, wid a world of chickens an' 
ducks an' pigs an' childer about the door; an' along in the 
afternoon of the sicond day I got to Buford village. A cousin 
of me mother's, one Dennis O'Dowd, lived about sivin miles 
from there, an' I wanted to make his place that night, so I 
inquired the way at the tavern, an' was lucky to find a man 
who was goin' part of the way, an' would show me the way 
to find Dennis. Sure he was very kind indade, an' when I 
got out of his wagon he pointed me through the wood an' 
tould me to go straight south a mile an' a half, an' the first 
house would be Dennis's. 

**An' you've no time to lose now," said he, **for the sun is 
low, an' mind you don't get lost in the woods." 

**Is it lost now," said I, **that I'd be gittin*, an' me uncle 
as great a navigator as iver steered a ship across the thrackless 



say? Not a bit of it, though Tm obleeged to ye for your kind 
advice, an' thank yiz for the ride." . 

An' wid that he drove off an' left me alone. I shotddered 
me bundle bravely, afi', whistlin' a bit of time for company 
like, I pushed into the bush. Well, I went a lon|^ way over 
bogs, an' tumin' roimd among the bush an' trees till I began 
to think I must be well nigh to Dennis's. But, bad cess to 
it ! all of a sudden I came out of the woods at the very iden- 
tical spot where I started in, which I knew by an ould 
crotched tree that seemed to be standin' on its head an' kick- 
in' up its heels to make divarsion of me. By this time it 
was growin' dark, an', as there was no time to lose, I started 
in a second time, determined to keep straight south this time, 
an' no mistake. I got on bravely for a while, but och hone! 
och hone! it got so dark I cotddn't see the trees, an' I biunped 
me nose an' barked me shins, while the miskaties bit me 
hands an' face to a bhstef ; an', after ttmiblin* an' stu^Hn' 
around till I was fairly bamfoozled, I sat down on a log, all of 
a trimble, to think that I was lost intirely, an' that maybe 
a lion or some other wild cra3rthur would devour me before 

Just then I heard somebody a long way off say, **WhLp 
poor Will! " **Bedad," sez I, '* I'm glad it isn't Jamie that's 
got to take it, though it seems it's more in sorrow than in 
anger they are doin' it, or why should thfcy s'ay, * poor Will'.? 
an' sure they can't be Injin, haythin, or naygiir, for it's plaih 
English they're afther spakin'. Maybe they might help nie 
out o' this," so I shouted at the top of my voice ,** Alost man! " 
Thin I listened. Prisently an answer came. 

"Who! Whoo! Whooo!" 
^ .** Jamie Butler, the waiver!" sez I, as loud as I could roat, 
an', ^atchin' up me bundle an' stick, I started in the direc- 
tion of the voice. Whin I thought I had got near the place 
I stopped an' shouted ^gain, ** A lost man! " 

"Who! Whoo! Whooo! " said a voice right over my head. 

"Sure," thinks I, "it's a mighty qtiare place for a man to 
be at this time of night; maybe it's some settler scrapin' 

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sugar off a sugar-bush for the children's breakfast in the 

momin*. But where 's Will and the rest of them? '* All this 

wint through me head like a flash, an* thin I answered "his 


- ** Jamie Butler, the waiver,** sez I; "an' if it wouldn't 

inconvanience yer Honor, would yez be kind enough to step 

down an* show me the way to the house of Dennis 0*Dowd?*' 

"Who! Whool Whooo!"sezhe. 

** Dennis O'Dowd,** sez I, civil enough, **an' a dacent man 
he is, and first cousin to me own mother.*' 

*'Who! Whoo! Whooo!" says he again. 

**Me miother!" sez I, **an* as fine a woman as iver peeled a 
biled pratie wid her thumb nail, an* her maiden name was 
Molly McFiggin.** 

"Who! Whoo! Whooo!** 

"Paddy McFiggin! bad luck to yer deaf ould head, Paddy 
McFiggin, I say, — do ye hear that? An' he was the tallest 
man in all the county Tipperary, excipt Jim Doyle, the black- 

"Who! Whoo! Whooo!'' 

"Jim Doyle the blacksmith," sez I, "ye good for nothin' 
blaggard naygur, an*, if yiz don't come down and show me 
the way this minit, I'll climb up there an' break every bone 
in your skin, ye spalpeen, so sure as me name is Jimmy 
Butler.*' ■ • 

"Who! Whoo! Whooo! " sez he, as impident as iver. 

I said nivir a word, but lavin' down me bundle, an* takin* 
me stick in me teeth, I began to climb the tree. Whin I 
got among the branches I looked qtdetly around till I saw a 
pair of big eyes just fominst me. 

," Whist,'* sez I, "an* I'll let him have a taste of an Irish \ 
stick," an' wid that I let drive, an* lost me balance an* came 
tumblin' to the ground, nearly breakin' me neck wid the fall. 
When I came to me sinsis I had a very sore head, wid a lump 
on it like a goose Qggy an' half of me Sunday coat-tail torn 
off intirely. I spoke to the chap in the tree, but could git 
niver an answer at all, at all. 




"Sure," thinks I, **he must have gone home to rowl up 
his head, for by the powers I didn't throw me stick for 

Well, by this time the moon was up, an' I could see a little, 
an' I detarmined to make one more effort to reach Dennis's. 

I wint on cautiously for a while, an' thin I heard a bell. 
**Sure," sez I, **I*m comin' to a sittlemint now, for I hear 
the church bell." I kept on toward the sound till I came to 
an ould cow wid a bell on. She started to run, but I was 
too quick for her, ^n' got her by the tail an* hung on, thinkin* 
that maybe she would take me out of the woods. On we 
wint, like an ould country steeplechase, till, sure enough, 
we came out to a clearin', an' a house in sight wid a light in 
it. So, leavin' the ould cow puffin' an' blowin' in a shed, I 
wint to the house, an*, as luck would have it, whose should 
it be but Dennis's? 

He gave me a raal Irish '^^elcome, an' introduced me to his 
two daughters — as purty a pair of girls as iver ye clapped 
an eye on. But, whin I tould him me adventure in the 
woods, an' about the fellow who made fun of me, they all 
laughed an' roared, an* Dennis said it was an owl. 

"An ould what?** sez I. 

'Why, an owl, a bird," sez he. 

"Do ye tell me now? " sez I. "Sure it's a quare country 
and a quare bird." 

An' thin they all laiighed again, till at last I laughed my- 
self that hearty like, an' dropped right into a chair between 
the two purty girls, an' the ould chap winked at me and 
roared again. 

Dennis is me father-in-law now, an' he often yet delights 
to tell our children about their daddy's adventure wid the 


Queen Mab. 

By William Shakbspbarb. 

[From "A Midsummer Night's Dream.'*] 

O, then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you, 

She is the fairies* midwife: and she comes 

In shape no bigger than an agate stone 

On the forefinger of an alderman, 

Drawn with a team of atomies 

Athwart men's noses as they He asleep: 

Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; 

The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; 

The traces, of the smallest spider's web; 

The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; 

Her whip of cricket's bone; the lash, of film; 

Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat. 

Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut. 

Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, 

And in this state she gallops night by night, 

Through lovers* brains, and then they dream of love. 

PART n. 


Popping Corn. 

Oh, the sparkling eyes, 

In a fairy ring! 
Ruddy glows the fire, 

And the com we bring; 
Tiny lumps of gold, 

One by one we drop; 
Give the pan a shake; — 

Pip! pop! pop! 

Pussy on the mat 

Wonders at the fun; 
Merry little feet 

Round the kitchen run; 
Smiles and pleasant words 

Never, never stop ; — / 
Lift the cover now; — 

Pip! pop pop! ^ 

What a pretty change! 

Where's the yellow gold? 
Here are snowy lambs 

Nestling in the fold; 
Some are wide awake, 

On the floor they hop; 
Ring the bell for teal 

Pip! pop pop! 


the Witch's Cavern. 

By Bulwer Lytton. 

[From "The Last Days of Pompeii."] 

A fire burned in the far recess of the cave; and over it 
was a small caldron; on a tall and thin column of iron stood 
a rude lamp; over that part of the wall, at the base of which 
burned the fire, hung in many rows, as if to dry, a profusion 
of herbs and weeds. A fox, couched before the fire, gazed 
upon the strangers with its bright and red eye — ^its hair 
bristling — and a low growl stealing from between its teeth; 
in the center of the cave was an earthen statue, which had 
three heads of singular and fantastic cast. A low tripod 
stood before this. 

But it was not these appendages ... of the cave that 
thrilled the blood of those who gazed fearfully therein — ^it 
was the 'face of its inmate. Before the fire, with the light 
shining full upon her features, sat a woman of considerable 
age. Her countenance betrayed the remains of a regular, 
but high and aquiline order of feature; with stony eyes 
turned upon them — ^with a look that met and fascinated 
theirs — ^they beheld in that fearful cotmtenance the very 
image of a corpse! 

Glaucus. It is a dead thing. 

loNE. Nay — ^it stirs — ^it is a ghost! 

Slave. Oh, away — ^away! It is the witch of Vesuvius! 

Witch. Who are ye.'^ And what do ye here? 

Glaucus. We are storm-beaten wanderers from the neigh- 
boring city; we crave shelter and the comfort of your hearth. 

Witch. Come to the fire if ye will! I never welcome 
living thing — save the owl, the fox, the toad, and the viper — 
so I cannot welcome ye; but come to the fire without wel- 
come — ^why stand upon form? 


loNE. We disturb you, I fear. 

Witch. Tell me, are ye brother and sister? 

lONE. No. 

Witch. Are ye married? 

Glaucus. Not so. 

Witch. Ho, lovers! ha! ha! ha! 

Glaucus. Why dost thou laugh, old crone? 

Witch. Did I laugh? 

Glaucus. She is in her dotage. 

Witch. Thou liest. 

loNE. Hush! Provoke her not, dear Glaucus. 

Witch. I will tell thee why I laughed when I discovered 
ye were lovers. It was because it is a pleasure to the old 
and withered to look upon young hearts like yours — ^and to 
know the time will come when you will loathe each other — 
loathe — ^loathe — ha! ha! ha! 

loNE. The gods forbid. Yet, poor woman, thou knowest 
little of love, or thou wouldst know that it never changes. 

Witch. Was I young once, think ye? And am I old, and 
hideous, and deathly now? Such as is the form, so is the 

Glaucus. Hast thou dwelt here long? 

Witch. Ah, long! — yes. 

Glaucus. It is but a drear abode. 

Witch. Ha! thou mayst well say that — Hell is beneath us I 
And I will tell thee a secret — ^the dim things below are pre- 
paring wrath for ye above. 

Glaucus. Thou utterest but evil words. In the future, I 
will brave the tempest rather than thy welcome. 

Witch. Thou wilt do well. None should ever seek me, 
save the wretched! 

Glaucus. And why the wretched? 

Witch. I am the witch of the mountain; my trade is to 
give hope to the hopeless; for the crossed in love, I have 
philtres; for the avaricious, promises of treasure; for the 
happy and the good, I have only what life has — curses! 
Trouble me no more. 


As Glaucus now turned towards the witch, he perceived 
for the first time, just under her seat, the bright gaze and 
crested head of a largq snake. Whether it was that the vivid 
coloring of the Athenian's cloak, thrown over the shoulders of 
lone, attracted the reptile's anger — ^its crest began to glow 
and rise, as if menacing and preparing itself to spring upon 
the Neapolitan. Glaucus caught quickly at one of the 
half -burned logs upon the hearth; and, as if enraged at the 
action, the snake x^ame forth from its shelter, and with 
a loud hiss raised itself on end, till its height nearly ap- 
proached that of the Greek. 

Glaucus. Witch, command thy creature, or thou wilt see it 

Witch. It has been despoiled of its venom. 

Ere the words had left her lips, the snake had sprung 
upon Glaucus; the agile Greek leaped lightly aside, and 
struck so fell a blow on the head of the snake, that it fell 
prostrate and writhing among the embers of the fire. 

The hag sprung up, and stood confronting Glaucus with a 
face which would have befitted the fiercest of the Furies. 

Witch. Thou hast had shelter under my roof, and warmth 
at my hearth; thou hast returned evil for good; thou hast 
smitten and slain the thing that loved me and was mine; 
now hear thy punishment. I curse thee! and thou art 
cursed! May thy love be blasted — ^may thy name be black- 
ened — ^may the infemals mark thee — ^may thy heart wither 
and scorch — ^may thy last hour recall to thee the prophet 
voice of the Saga of Vesuvius! 

Long and loud rang the echoes of the cavern with the 
dread laugh of the Saga. 

The lovers gained the open air. 

'*Alas!" said lone, "my soul feels the omen of evil. 
Preserve us, oh, ye gods!" 


Hallo we^ei^ recita tions. 127 

Ghos' Stories. 

By Flavia Rosser. 

These nights 'r sort 'r gray an* still; 
The frogs sing awful ahin' the hill, 
'N* all the chil'ren in our end o' town 
Jes' hurry their bread 'n' butter down, 
'N'come to our ol' apple tree 
Tuh tell ghos' stories, after tea. 

Ef we get tuh stay till in the night, 

We huddle all tuhgether tight — 

Cos its shivery down your back, yuh know, 

When th* leaves an' shadders wiggle so. 

But we're alluz a-wishin' 'at we could s^ 

Th' ghos" coime from ahin' th' tree. 

They never come — ^we've spells and things, 
An* words tuh say, an' magic rings; 
We say 'em, an' do 'em, an' talk, an' talk, 
'N' if a cricket hollers under the walk, 
Th' girls all squeal, an' then, yuh know, 
We're afraid tuh stay, an' afraid tuh go. 

I tol' ol' Mister Crooked Green, 

Th' one wot walks with a stick, I mean, 

About th' ghos' stories, an' he stopped at that. 

An' patted me on top my hat. 

He said we'd see 'em, when we're men, 

An' wouldn't want 'em a-comin' then. 

He talked a lot about spirits o' sin, 

An' ghos'es o' things wot might o* been; 

He said, a-comin' 'round every tree 

Would be ghos'es o' things wot used tuh be. 

I don't much believe thet he is right. 

But it's a good im tuh tell th' boys tuh-night. 


The Ghost of a Flower. 

"You're what? "asked the common or garden spook 

Of a stranger at midnight's hour. 
And the shade replied with a graceftil glide, 

"Why, I'm the ghost of a flower." 

"The ghost of a flower?" said the old-time spook j 

"That's a brand-new one on me; 
I never supposed a flower had a ghost, 

Though I've seen the shade of a tree." 

Don Squixet's Ghost. 

By Harry Bolingbroke. 

"Well, now, spakin' o' Father Doyle, reminds me of the 
time whin I fust dug his peaytees for him; let me see; I'm 
sure I don't know how many years agone, now; but faix, 'tis 
meself was only a big lump of a gurrul thin. Oah! but I'll 
niver forget that day, if I lives to be as ould as Buckley's goat. 

"Me and Biddy Morrissy were diggin' his riv'rince's peay- 
tees, — 'twas about tin o'clock in the momin', — and tumin' 
up the painted ladies as purty as iver you see, whin along come 
the ould rousther, and a half dozen hens wid him, struttin' 
along, and peckin' the peaytees like fine fellows; and 'twas 
niver a bit of use in uz sayin' * whist!' for there the ould hay- 
then 'ud peck and peck, scratch and scratch, till says I, *Me 
boy, I'll soon see whether or no me or you is the better man; 
so I ups wid a big lump of a peaytee and laves 'im have it ir 
the eye; and over he goes, flipperty-flap, as dead as a herrin'. 

** * Och, mallia ! ' says Biddy, says she ; ' now, Kitty, you may 


go and hang yerself ,' says she, * fur his riv'rince'll niver forgive 
ye killin' that bird/ says she, half -frightened out of her wits. 

'*'Faix, I don't care,' says I. 'What business had he 
peckin' the pea)rtees, thin?' says I, all of a trimble. 

' * ' Oh,' says she, * you'll know what ; and, by the same token, 
here comes himself now; and you'd better dig a hole as quick 
as you can, and pitch the ould rousther in it,' says she. 

**So I looks round, and sure enough, there was his riv'rince 
walkin' slowly towards us, in the trench, wid a pinch of snuff 
bettme his finger and thtunb, lookin' to the one side and the 
other. Well, begannies, it wasn't long I was diggin' a hole, 
and coverin' up the ould rousther in it, and scatterin' the 
pea)rtees over the place; and thin I felt as guilty as if it was 
a man I murdered. By and by himself comes along; me 
heart was thumpin* away inside; ye cotild hear it a mile off, 
as one may sayi 

** His riv'rince talked about the weather, and the pea3rtees, 
and this and that, and there was his fut widin' a yard of the 

"'Honey,' says he, *you shouldn't lave the hens be after 
pecking the pea3rtees! ' says he; 'they'll spoil more than 
they're worth,' says he. 

" * Humph! 'tis meself can't keep 'em away,' says I. 

" * Oh, botheration! but you must drive 'em away,' says he. 

*' * Faix, they won't stay druv,' I says. 

'**Why, then, Kitty,' says he, 'my honey,' says he, *you 
must ]£nock 'em down,' says he. 

"'Oh, wisha, good-morrow to ye, Father Doyle,' says I. 

"'Why so?' says he. 

'"Is it knock 'em down?' says I. 

"'Yes,' says he, 'it is.' 

" ' Humph!' says I ; * if I did that same, maybe yer riv'rince 
*ud niver forgive me for doin' av it!' says I. 

"'Yes, I would, honey; why not?' says he. 

"'What, if I killed one of yer hens?' says I. 

"*Did I say kill?' says he; 'I said, knock 'em down; that's 

130 WEliNMl^S kBADtNGS ITo. 31. 

'**Hah, yer riv'rince,' says I, I'm thinldn' I won't thry it!* 

** Oh, didn't I feel as if I wasn't spakin' the truth to him! 

*** Humph!* says he, lookin' round, and taJdn' a pinch of 
snuff; 4t surprises me not to see Don Squixet here, any way;* 
he's always the first into mischief, and the List to lave it.' 

** Dad, thinks I to meself , if he means the ould rousther, he's 
the fust to lave it this time, any way. 'But', says I, *and 
who's Don Squixet? ' I axes, wid me heart into me mouth. 

"*Ha! that's what I call the ould cock,' says he; *but the 
rascal is up to some mischief now, I go bail, or he'd be here,' 
says Father Doyle. 

**Well, whether to down on, me two knees (savin' yer 
prisence) and confess all, or lave him to find it out, I didn't 
know; when all to once the peaytees right fuminst us begun 
to move, and roll the one over the other. 

'* * Oah! what's that, Kitty? ' cries Father Doyle. ' Be the 
powers, there's somethin' comin' up through the yearth! ' 

**Faix, 'twas meself thought I'd sink down through it; for 
just then up comes the head of the ould rousther himself, bad 
scran to him, lookin' round to make out where he was. Awe! 
I couldn't tell yees how I felt. I fell down on me knees, and 
ax: d his riv'rince to forgive a poor cra3rter the sin. av it. But, 
by and by, when the ould scamp got up and shuck himself, and 
clapped his wings, and crowed, bedad, I thought his riv'rince 
would split laughin', as well as Biddy. And when Father 
Doyle could spake, says he, wipin' his eyes wid his kurcher, 
'Kitty,* says he, 'always be sure a body's dead,' says he, 'be- 
fore you inters it,' he says. 'But see now, if you kill any av 
'em outright, another time,' says he, ' just bring the remains to 
me,' he says, ' and we'll have a dish of broth out of it, anyway,' 
says he. And wid that, he set up a4aughin' again, and 
walked off, shakin' his sides ; and I s'pose, if he told that story 
once, he did the Lord knows how many times. But he niver 
seed me, to this day, but he alius axed when I seen Don 
Squixet's Ghost last." 

hallows: EN RECITATIONS. 13 1 

At Candle-Lightin' Time. 

By Paul Laurence Dunbar. 

[By permission of the Author.] "^ 

When I come in f'om de co'n-fier aftah wukin' ha'd all day, 
It's amazin' nice to fin* my suppah all erpon de way; 
An' it's nice to smell de coffee bubblin' ovah in de pot, 
An' it's fine to see de meat a-sizzlin' teasin'-lak an' hot. 

But when suppah-time is ovah, an' de things is cl'ared away, 
Den de happy hours dat foUer are de sweetes' of de day. 
When my co'n-cob pipe is sta'ted, an' de smoke is drawing 

My ole 'ooman says, "I. reckon, Ike, it's candle-lightin' time.' 

Den de chillun snuggle up to me, an' all commence to call, 
"Oh, say, daddy, now it's time to mek de shadders on de wall. " 
So I puts my han's togethah, — evah daddy knows de way, — 
An' de chillun' snuggle closer roim' ez I begin to say: 

"Fus thing, hyeah cbme'Mistah Rabbit; don' you see him 

wuk his eahs? 
Huh uh! dis mus' be a donkey; look how innercent he 'pears! 
Dah's de ole black swan a-swimmin' — ain't she got a' awful 

Who's dis feller dat's comin'? Why, dat s ole dog Tray, I 


Dat's de way I run on, tryin' fu to please 'em all I can; 
Den I hoUahs, " Now be keerful — dis hyeah las* 's de buga- 


An' (ley runs an' hides dey faces; dey ain't skeered — day's 

lettin' on; 
But de play ain't raaly ovah 'twell dat buga-man is gone. 

So I jes teks up my banjo, an' I plays a little chune, * 
An' you see dem haids come peepin' out to listen mighty soon. 
Den my wife say,*** Sich a pappy fu to gin you sich a fright! 
Jes you go to baid, an' leave him; say yo' prayers, an'say 
good night.*' 

Sweet William's Ghost. 

As May Margaret sat in her bowerie, in her bower all alone, 
Just at the parting o' midnight, she heard a mournful moan. 
** Oh, is it my father, oh, is it my mother, oh, is it my brother 
^ John; 

Or is it Sweet William, my ain true love, to Scotland new 
come home?" 

** It is na thy father, it is na thy mother, it is na thy brother 

But it is Sweet William, thy ain true love, to Scotland new 

come home." 
**0h, hae ye brought onle fine things, onie new things for to 

Or hae ye brought me a braid of lace to snood up my gowden 


** I've brought you no fine things, nor onie new things to wear, 
Nor have I brought you a braid of lace to snood up your 

gowden hair. 
Oh, dear Margaret, oh, sweet Margaret, I pray thee speak to 

Gie me my faith and troth, Margaret, as I gave it to thee! " 

** Thy faith and troth thou's never get, nor yet will I thee lend. 
Till thou come within my bower and kiss my cheek and chin." 


" If I shotild come within thy bower, — I am no mortal man, — 
And should I kiss thy rosy lips, thy days would not be lang. 

** Oh, dear Margaret, oh, sweet Margaret, I pray thee speak to 

Gie me my faith and troth, Margaret, as I gave it to thee! *' 
** Thy faith and troth thou's never get, nor yet will I thee lend. 
Till thou take me to yon kirk-yard, and wed me with a ring/' 

**My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard, afar beyond the sea, 
And *tis but my spirit, Margaret, that's speaking now to thee ! '* 
She stretched out her lily-white hand, and for to do her best; 
**Hae there your faith and troth, Willy, God send your soul 
to rest!'' 

And now she has kilted her robes of green a piece below the 

And a' the live-lang winter night the dead corpse followed she. 
** Is there onie room at your head, Willy, or onie room at your 

Is there onie room at your side, Willy, wherein that I may 


** There's na room at my head, Margaret, there's na room at 

my feet, 
There's na room at my side, Margaret, my coffin's made so 

Then up and crew the red, red cock, and up then crew the 

** 'Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Margaret, that you were going 


No more the ghost to Margaret said, but with a grievous groan 

Evanished in a cloud of mist and left her all alone. 

**0 stay, my only true love, stay!" the constant Margaret 

cried ; 
Wan grew her cheeks, she closed her een, stretched her soft 

limbs, and died. 



By James D. Corrothers. 

Dey may be ghoses, er dey may be none; 

I takes no chances on de thaing, mase'f ; 
'T won't neber shorten no man's life to run, 

When somethin' 'nother's skeert 4m mose to deff. 

De white man's logic may be all-sufficin' 

Foh white folks — ^in de day-time; but dey's quar 

Thaings seen at night; 'n' when ma wool's a-risin', 
Dese feet o' mine is gwine to bu'n de a'r! 

Ain't gwine to pestah wid no 'vestigation, 

. Ma business is to git away f 'om dah . 
Fas' 's I kin — ^towards my destination — 

De ghose ain't bo'n kin ketch me, nuther, isah! 

The One Thing Needful. 

On Hallowe'en when the lanterns glow 
Ruddy and round o'er the throng below, 
Each pumpkin-face wears a ghastly grin, 
Wide enough to swallow one in — 
Yellow noddles ranged in a row. 

Why should the lantern mock us so, 
Gypsy lasses who to and fro 
Swing in the dance with merry din 

On Hallowe'en? 

This is the reason, if you would know, 
Spite of our charms — of course of dough, 
Seeds and apples and twirling pin — 
The law of our college has ever been 
That one may have but a ghostly beau 
. On HallQwe'w, 


Seein' Things. 

By Eugene Field. 

I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, 
An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice! 
I'm pretty brave, I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed, 
For, when I'm tucked up warm an' snug an' when my prayers 

are said, 
Mother tells me "Happy dreams!" an' takes away the light. 
An' leaves me lyin' all alone an' seein' things at night. 

Sometimes they're in the comer, sometimes they're by the 

Sometimes they're all a-standin' in the middle uv the floor; 
Sometimes they are a-sittin' down, sometimes they're walkin' 

So softly an' so creepy-like they never make a sound; 
Sometimes they are as black as ink, an' other times they're 

But the color ain't no difference when you see things at 


Once, when I licked a feller .'at had just moved on our street. 

An* father sent me up to bed without a bite to eat, 

I woke up in the dark an' saw things standin' in a row, 

A-lookin' at me cross-eyed an' p'intin' at me — so! 

Oh, my! I wuz so skeered that time I never slep' a mite — 

It's almost alluz when I'm bad that I see things at night! 

Lucky thing I ain't a girl or I'd be skeered to death! 
Bein' I'm a boy, I duck myJlead an' hold my breath; 
An' I am, oh! so sorry F^ii a naughty boy, an' then 
I promise to be better atn' I say my prayers again! 
Gran'ma tells me tha;irs the only way to make it right 
When a feller has b^en wicked an' sees things at night! 

An' so when other naughty boys would coax me into sin, 
I try to skwush the tempter's voice *at urges me within; 
An"when they's pie for supper or cakes 'at's big an* nice 
I want to — ^but I do not pass my plate f*r them things twice I 
No, ruther let starvation wipe me slowly out of sight 
Than I should keep a-livin' an' seein' things at night. 

A Speakin' Ghost. 

By Sara S. Rice. 

[This "can be effectively given as a costume-recitation, the redter to be 
dressed as an old lady, with cap, spectacles, kerchief crossed over breast, and 
knitting in hand.] 

Yes, I do b'lieve in 'em, in one of *em, tennerate. An' I 
know why you ask me if I do. Somebody's put you up to it, 
so's you can make me tell my ghost-story. 

Well, I s'pose I'll s'prise you when I say it all hapyened 
in New York city. I was bom about here, an' come of a 
good old stock. There was father'n mother, three boys, 
Amos, Ezry, an' Peleg, an' me, Mary Ann. We was pretty 
well to do; we had a good home; father was a good man, an' 
mother was the best of women, an' I was drefiie fond of the 
boys. But one day in September they went out in a sail-boat, 
an' a storm come up, an' their boat capsized — ^an' they was 
brought home so dreffle still. Mother never held up her head 
arter that, an' afore New Year come she'd foUered pa an' 
the boys. It left me dreffle lonesome. So when I had an 
opp'tunity to go to New York, I took it. 'Twas Mis' Davis, 
an' she writ to know if I'd Qome an' take care o' her house 
while she was away, an' look ar6^ her pa. An' 'twas right 
there in the front basement o' that oity house that I see the 
ghost. 'Twa'n't like any ord'nary otHer ghost I ever heerd 
oil] 'twas a speakin' one. I don't meam one that talks, but 
one that speaks pieces. V 

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I don't think I smelt pepp'mint the fust time it come. 
I was a-sittin' in the front basement when it come. I don't 
know what made me look up, but I done it ; an' there, standin* 
right near the table, was the ghost; thoughts I said before, I 
didn't know it for a ghost then. It looked like a boy. Afore 
I coidd ask* him what he wanted, he stepped up, an' says, 
sort o' quick and excited-Uke, '* Don't you want to hear me 
speak my piece?" and he began, 

"My name is Norvyle; on the crampin' hills 
My father feeds his flock" — 
an* a lot more about his folks. When he'd done, he bowed 
real perlite. When I turned rotmd he'd gone. 

The next day about the same time, I begun to smell a 
strong kind o* brimstoney smell, an' I looked up an' there 
stood the ghost, an' he says real interested: "Don't you want 
to hear me speak my piece?" an' he started off real glib. 
\Pause^ I can't rec'lect what he spoke that time. Bimeby I 
went to the closet to git somethin* to show him, an' when I 
got back he was gone. 

Ev'ry single artemoon arter that, I begun •to smell a sort 
o' pepp'minty smell, an* in come that boy, walked up to me, 
an' sort o' excited-like says : '* Don't you want to hear me speak 
my piece?" Then he'd hold qut his arm straight an' tell 
how nobody never heerd a drtmi nor a fun'ral note the time 
they buried somebody in an awftd hurry. Again he'd start 
off speechifying about its being a real question arter all 
whether you hadn't better be, or hadn't better not be. An' 
there was a loud one where he just insisted that our chains 
is forged. "Their clankin'," he says, "may be heard on 
the plains o' Boston." I b'lieve 'twas in one that he kept 
saying: "Let it come; I repeat it, sir, let it come. Gentle- 
men may cry peace, peace, but there ain't no peace," an' so 
on. Real eloquent 'twas. An* I growed proud o' that boy. 

I never's long's I Uve shall forgit the day I fotmd out 
he wa'n't a boy, a common, ord'naiy boy, but a ghost! 
Well, you can't understand anything I went through then; 
nobody can't. When I found it out, I was determined 


to take on me the hull religious trainin* of a ghost. I was 
busy all day preparin' for it. Our folks was Congregationals, 
an* as my ghost didn't seem to have any partikiler leanin' 
to any belief, I meant to bring him up as I'd been brought; 
so for quite a spell arter the pepp'mint scent come into the 
room I wouldn't turn my head. He stopped and said so 
mournful, *' Don't you want to hear me speak my piece?" 
I said, "Yes, deary." He begun in a shaky voice: 
" Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, 
A youth to fortin' an' to fame unknown." 

Then I begun my religious teaching. My startin' pint was 
the fall. But o' course I had to allude to Adam an* Eve, an* 
all that. Then I learnt him verses out of the New England 
Primer, and then the tears come agin, an' I turned away 
to sop *em up. When I looked around, he was gone. I was 
a mite nervous next time. But I needn't a worried, for I 
hadn't hardly time to answer that same old question, ** Don't 
you want to hear me speak my piece? " afore he started oil: 

"Oh^ what a fall was there my countrymen! 
When me an' you an' all on us fell down." 
The real catechism doctrine you see, **all mankind by the 
fall," an' so on. 

So it went on day arter day, I didn't allers keep to the 
doctrines. Seein' he was so fond o' pieces, I leamt him 
pretty verses out of the Primer, like : 
**Vashti for pride 
Was set aside," 

"Elijah hid 
By ravens fed." 
He was so tickled with that piece about 
"Good children must 
Fear Gk)d all day. 
Parents obey 
No false thing say," ; 
An' so on. 

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But the days was slippin* by, an* I begun to worry. 
'Twas gittin past the middle 6" December now. Then I 
remembered Christmas was-comin' on. So one day arter 
my boy had left, I begun to think why I couldn't make a 
Christmas for him. I was jest hungry for a stockin* to fill. 
The next time he come I led up to the subject an* found 
out that he'd never heerd o' Christmas or Santy Claus in 
all his life. So I told him about it an' he was so interested. 
The stockin' was easy enough, for I had one of Peleg's. 
Then I wanted a partikiler specie o' apple, big an' red. They 
calls 'em Boardman reds. The hick'ry nuts I got easy enough 
and the maple sugar. I was goin' to get some pepp'mint 
lozenges, but I thought that was too personal. I got a big 
stick o' ball lick'rish, an' some B'gundy gum. Then o' 
course there must be a jack-knife. I set up late o* nights an' 
riz early o' momin's to knit a pair o' red yam mittens, an' I 
wound a yam ball, an' covered it with leather. I had a 
diflE'cult time findin' fish-hooks an* sinkers. Right on top 
I was goin' to put Peleg's leather-covered Bible. Every 
day I talked Christmas to him, tellin' about the diff'rent 
Christmases I'd knowed. 

The last night but one come — ^the 23rd. Ev'ry time I spoke 
o' father's houses or famiUes goin' home for Christmas, I 
see he looked kind o' sorry. That artemoon when he asked 
in a shaky, still voice, ** Don't you want to hear me speak my . 
piece?" he foUered up with the dear old hjonn, 

** Airth has engrossed my love too long, 
'Tis time to lift my eyes." 

He went on with all the verses, an* when he come to 

"O let me mount to join their song,** 

I was all goose flesh, an' so choky. 

All the next day I went about my work very softly. I'd 
filled the stockin', an* there it laid in my room, never to be 
hung up, all bulgy, onreg'lar an' knobby. I knew what 
ev'ry bulge meant. That one by the ankle was the jack- 


knife, and that queer place by the knee was the stick o* 
lick'rish got crosswise. I didn't empty it.- Polks will keep 
sech ihings, you know, an' it's up in my bedroom now. 

Well, Christmas eve come too quick for me that time. So 
when my boy come in, I begun fust, the fust time since I 
knowed him. 

'* Norvyle," I says, *' I've had a real nice visit with you, an' 
I wish I could ask you to stay longer. But it's Christmas 
Eve, an' people orter be with their folks to-night. You 
know where your folks is,' leastways your father an' elder 
brother. So I'm dreffle sorry to seem imperUte, but I really 
think the best thing for you to do — ^is — ^to go — ^homel" I 
got it out somehow. 

Norvyle looked right at me, kind o* mournful, an' 's I 
live, that boy opened his mouth an' begun to sing. An' 
oh! what do you s'pose he sung? **Home, sweet home!" 
He'd never sung before, but his voice was Uke a wood-robin's, 
an' when it stopped — ^why, he stopped. He didn't go, he 
-jest wasn't there. 

Well, I've got along somehow. I'm an old woman now. 
I'm failin' lately pretty fast, an' it makes me think o' goin' 
home to join pa 'n' ma *n' the boys. When I says boys, I 
mean four on 'em, for besides my three, I'm cert'n there's 
goin' to be another one, a little chap, with rough reddish-yeller 
hair, an' lots o* freckles. Course, I know it's all diff'rent up 
there, an* things ain't a speck like what they be here; but 
somehow it won't seem exackly nat'ral if that little feller 
don't somewheres in the course o* conva'sation bring in that 
fav'rit remark o' his'n, "Don't you want to hear me speak 
my piece?" 


De Wood Hants. 

By Anne Virginia Culbertson. 

[By permission of the Author.] 

When de moon scrouch down behine de hill, 
An* de dark fole roun* you, clost an still, 

Keep outer de wood, 

Ef you knows whut's good; 
Fer deys tings in dyah dat nuvver show 
'Tel de dark come on an* de daylight go; 
An* dey races an* runs, an* dey flaars an' fla*nts. 
An* de namer dem creeters is Hants, chile, Hantsl 

When de squinch-owl's hootin* roun* de place, 
An* de bats fly low, an* slap yo' face. 

Keep outer de wood, 

Ef you knows whut*s good: 
Eer de li'l wa*m gus*es thu de trees, 
An* de li*l cole ondS what mek you freeze^ 
Is de bref o* dem creeturs what flaars an* fla*nts, 
An' de name dat we calls 'em is Hants, chile, Hantsl 

When you see lights trab*lin' up an' down, 
Widout no pusson to cyar* dem roun'. 

Keep outer de wood, 

Ef you knows whut's good. 
Poller dem tings an* dey *stroy you, sho*; 
You cam' kotch up, an* you go an* go. 
An* las' dey swamps you, an* flaars an* fla*nts, - 
Fer dey*s jacky-my-lantums, dey*s Hants, chile, Hantsl 

When biggity chillun, *long to*des night, 
Gits cross an* norty, an* doan do right, 

Dey bettah be good. 

An* membah de wood ; 


Fer deys tings in dyah dat nuwer show 

Tel de dark come on an* de daylight go; 

An' dey races an* runs, an' dey flaars an' fla'nts, 

An' dey hone fer bad chilluns, dey does, dem Hantsl 

When De Folks is Gone. 

By James Whitcomb Rilby. 

[By permission of the Author.] 

What dat scratchin' at de kitchin do'? 

Done heah'n dat foh an hour er mo' ! 

Tell you, Mr. Niggah, das sho's yo' bo'n, 

Hit's might lonesome waitin' when de folks is gonel 

Blame my trap! how de wind do blow! 

An' dis is das de night for de witches, sho! 

Dey's trouble goin' to waste when de qle slut whine. 

An' you heah de cat a-spittin' when de moon don't shine! 

Chune my fiddle, an' de bridge go ''bang! " 
An* I lef ' er right whah she iallus hang. 
' An' de tribble snap short alh* de apem spht 
When dey no mortal man wah a-techin* hit! 

Dah! Now what? How de ole j'ice cracks 1 
*Spec* dis house, ef hit tell plain fac*s, 
*Ud talk about de ha*nts wid dey long tails on 
What dasn't on'y come when de folks is gonel 

What I tuk an* done ef a sho-nuflE ghos* 
Pop right up by de.ole bed-pos*? 
What dat shinin' fru de front do' crack? 
God bress de Lo'dl hits de folks got back! 



By Madison Cawein. 

It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en 
Where silence and darkness had btiilt them a lair, 

That I felt the dim presence of her, the tmseen, 
And heard her still step on the ghost-haunted air. 

It was last Hallowe'en in the glimmer and swoon- 
Of mist and of moonlight that thickened and thinned 

That I saw the gray gleam of her eyes in the moon, 
And hair, like a raven, blown wild in the wind. 

It was last Hallowe'en where starlight and dew 
Made mystical marriage on flower and leaf, 

That she led me with looks of a love that I knew, 
And lured with the voice of a heart-buried grief. 

It was last Hallowe'en in the forest of dreams, 
Where trees are eidolons and shadows have eyes, 

That I saw her pale face like the foam of far streams. 
And heard like the leaf -lisp, her tears and her sighs. 

It was last Hallowe'en, the haunted, the* dread, 

In the wind-tattered wood by the storm-twisted pine, 

That I, who am living, kept tryst with the dead. 

And clasped her a moment and dreamed she was mine. 


Oh, dem wuz happy Hallere'ens we had in ole Virginny, 
W'en me an' Chloe wuz co'htin* long ago; 

W'en ebery one emong us toe de smallest pickaninny 
Would huddle in de chimbley cohnah's glow 

Toe listen toe dem chilly win's ob ole Novembah's 

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Go a-screechin' laik a spook aroun' de huts, 
*Twell de pickaninnies* fingahs gits to shakin' o'er de embahs 

An* dey laik ter roas' dey knuckles 'stead o' nuts. 
An* once w*en Chloe cum skittin* frough de do*-way ob de 

Her face ez white ez any sheet — a*most, 
She done skeered all dem niggahs inter feelin' mighty ha*nty 

Bah *lowin* dat ^he bin kissed bah a ghost! 
*Twell m*dnight by de fiah all dem coward niggahs tamed, 

Expectin* ebery minute sumfin orful fo* ter see; 
But Chloe she nebah *spicioned *twell long arter we wuz 

Dat de niggah spook w*at kissed *er den wuz mel 


By Frank L. Stanton. 

I hopes de Lawd'll help me — I hopes de Lawd*ll save, 
Kase I feels de graveya'd rabbit des a-runnin* *cross my grave; 
De new moon shinin* on him des ez ghostly ez kin be, 
En I feels him — Oh, I feels him, des a-scratchin' over mel 

Good'Lawd help me — 

Stretch yo' han* en save; 
Kase de graveya'd rabbit 

Is a-runnin* *cross my grave! 

I kin tell it by de creepy kind er feelin* dat I got, 
Dat he foun* my grave out yander in de cemetery lot! 
En I sees de new moon shinin* des ez skeery ez kin be. 
En I feels him — Oh, I feels him des a-scratchin* over mel 
Good Lawd lissen — 

Hear my pra*r en save; 

Kase de graveya*d rabbit 

Is a-runnin* 'cross my grave! 




By L. Fidelia 'Woolley Gillette. 

To-night — 'tis sai3 the dead come back to-night — 

They who once made our earth so bright, 

Who filled life's morning with a golden glow 

That all its darkness did o'erflow — 

To-night, to-night, they cross the dark-flowing tide 

That doth our land from their fair land divide. 

And her dark eyes, so soft and large and deep- 
Eyes that God meant should never weep — 
Looked all the richness of her heart to mine, 
Till round me heaven's light did shine, 
And we at last had found the gift divine 
That turns life's bitter draughts to richest wine. 

The moonlight glimmers o'er my study walls, 
Silence within the wide, old halls 
Holds watch, shrouded in sombre black; 
And all the past comes flooding back 
Upon my heart, with waves of incense sweet 
And so I watch the coming of her feet 

Across the prairie grs^sses and upon the stair— 

The flowing of her raven hair; 

The baby dimple in her rounded chin 

That love, sweet love, was cradled in. 

With her tender voice and her face of light — 

Will she come? Oh, God! may she come to-night! 

And will she know me? Ah! the cruel years 

Have beat my heart with rain of tears 

Since she went out to mysteries unknown; 

The glory of my youth hath flown 

Beneath the heavy bruises and the wild, sharp pain 

Ohl will she know me if she comes again? 



Ah, will she see the heart that loves her so? 

And will she say, **I know — I know, 

My dear, the lone dark way your feet have trod; 

I tell it every day to God, 

And he has sent me with the olden peace, 

That your forebodings and your pain should cease." 

Aye, she could not forget; and she could be 

But wise and tender unto me; 

And she would brighten all this lonely woe 

With her sweet smiles of long ago. 

I watch and pray. The path of stars is bright. 

Will she come? Oh, God! may she come to-night! 


By Carrie Stern. 

The glowing coals within the grate 
With pictured tales foreshadowed fate; 
For she who watched with tender eyes 
The glowing phantoms fall and rise 
Within her breast the wizard bore. 
To whom alone such fairy lore 
Will yield its tale of coming days. 
The elfin light about her plays 
With waving lines in shining maize; 
With dance fantastic weaves a charm 
To blind her eyes to shades of harm. 
Her hand her rounded chin supports, 
The flickering gleams her soft hair courts; 
And bright curls vagrant from their place 
Throw flitting shadows on her face; 
But light sinks deep in her sweet eyes, 
Where happy love a-dreaming lies. 



The Elf-Child. 

By James Whitcomb Riley. 

Little orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, 

An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, 

An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth an' 

An' make the fire, an' bake the;bread, an' earn her board an' 

An* all us other children, when the supper things is done, 
We sets around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun 
A-list'nin' to the witch tales 'at Annie tells about, 
An' the gobble-uns 'at gits you 
Ef you 

Onct they was a little bby wouldn't say his pray'rs — 
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, 
His mamma heerd him holler, an' his daddy heerd him bawl, 
An' when they tum't the kivvers down he wasn't there at all! 
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an^ cubby-hole an' 

An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' everywheres, I guess. 
But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout! 
An* the gobble-uns' 11 git you 
Ef you 

An* one time a little girl 'ud alius laugh an' grin, 
An* make fun of ever' one an' all he.r blood-an-kin, 

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An' onct when they was "company," an* ole folks was there, 
She mocked 'em an* shocked 'em an' said she didn't care! 
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' tum't to run an' hide. 
They was two great, big, Black Things'a-standin' by her side. 
An* they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed 

what she's about! 
An* the gobble-uns '11 git you 
Ef you 

An' little orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue, 
An* the lamp wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-00! 
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray. 
An' the lightnin' bugs in dew is all squenched away — 
You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear, 
An' cherish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, 
An' he'p the po' an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, 
Er the gobble-uns' 11 git you 
Ef you 

Don't ^ 


The Enchanted Shirt. 

By John Hay. 

The king was sick. His cheek was red, 

And his eye was clear and bright; 
He ate and drank with a kingly zest, 

And peacefully snored at night. 

But he said he was sick — and a king should know; 

And doctors came by the score — 
They did not cure him. He cut off their heads 

And sent to the schools for more. 


At last two famous doctors came, 

And one was poor as a rat ; 
He had passed his hfe in studious toils 

And never found time to grow fat. 

The other had never looked in a book; 

His patients gave him no trouble; 
If they recovered they paid him well, 

If they died their heirs paid double. 

Together they looked at the royal tongue 

As the king on his couch reclined; 
In succession they thumped his august chest. 

But no trace of^disease could find. 

The old sage said, ** You're as sound as a nut,** 
**Hang him up!" roared the king, in a gale — 

In a ten-knot gale of royal rage; 
The other leech grew a shadow pale; 

But he pensively rubbed his sagacious nose, 

And thus his prescription ran: 
"The king will be well if he sleeps one night 

In the shirt of a Happy Man." 

Wide o*er the realm the couriers rode, 

And fast their horses ran, 
And many they saw, and to many they spake, 

But they found no Happy Man. 

They found poor men who would fain be rich, 

And rich who thought they were poor; 
And men who twisted their waists in stays, 

And women that short hose wore. 

They saw two men by the roadside sit, 

And both bemoaned their lot; 
For one had buried his wife, he said. 

And the other ono hpH not. 

ISO WERl^EiVS ktADWGS ^o. il. 

At last they came to a village gate; 

A beggar lay whistling there ; 
He whistled and sang and laughed, and rolled 

On the grass in the soft June air. 

The weary couriers paused and looked 

At the scamp so blithe and gay, 
And one of them said, *' Heaven save you, friend, 

You seem to be happy to-day." 

■^ "Oh, yes, fair sirs,'* the rascal laughed, 
And his voice rang free and glad; 
"An idle man has so much to do 
That he never has time to be sad*" 

**This is our man,'* the courier said, 

**Our luck has led us aright; 
I will give you a hundred ducats, friend, 

For the loan of your shirt to-night." 

The merry blackguard lay back on the grass 
And laughed till his face was black; 

**I would do it, God wot," and he roared with fim, 
** But I haven't a shirt to my back." 

Each day to the king the reports came in 

Of his unsuccessful spies, 
And the sad panorama of human woes 

Passed daily under his eyes. 

And he grew ashamed of his useless life 
And his maladies hatched in gloom; 

He opened the windows and let in the air 
Of the free heaven into his room. 

And out he went m the world and toiled 

In his own appointed way; 
And the people blessed him, the land was glad, 

And the king was well and gay. 


Uncle DanTs Apparition. 

By Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner. 

Whatever the lagging, dragging journey from Tennessee 
to Missouri may have been to the rest of the emigrants, it 
was a wonder and deUght to the children, a world of enchant- 
ment; and they believed it to be peopled with the mysterious 
dwarfs and giants and goblins that figured in the tales the 
negro slaves were in the habit of telling them nightly by the 
shuddering light of the kitchen fire. 

- At the end of nearly a week of travel, the party went into 
camp near a shabby village which was caving, house by 
house, into the hungry Mississippi. The river astonished 
the children beyond measure. Its mile-breadth of water 
seemed an ocean to them, in the shadowy twilight, and the 
vague riband of trees on the further shore, the verge of a 
continent which surely none but them had ever seen before. 
* "Uncle Dan'l " (colored), aged 40; his wife, ** Aunt Jinny," 
aged 30; **Yoimg Miss" Emily Hawkins, ** Young Mars" 
Washington Hawkins, and ** Young Mars" Clay, the new 
member of the family, ranged themselves on a log, after sup- 
per, and contemplated the marvelous river and discussed it. 
The moon rose and sailed aloft through a maize of shredded 
cloud-wreaths; the somber river just perceptibly brightened 
under the veiled light; a deep silence pervaded the air, and 
was emphasized, at intervals, rather than broken, by the hoot- 
ing of an owl the baying of a dog, or the muffled crash of 
a caving bank in the distance. 

The little company assembled on the log were all children 
(at least in simplicity and broad and comprehensive igno- 
rance), and the remarks they made about the river were in 
keeping with their character; and so awed were they by the 
grandeur and the solemnity of the scene before them, and by 
their belief that the air was filled with invisible spirits, and 
that the faint zephyrs were caused by their passing wings, 


that all their talk took to itself a tinge of the supernatural, 
and their voices were subdued to a low and^reverent tone. 
Suddenly Uncle Dan'l exclaimed: 

"Chil'en, dah's sumfin a-comin'!*' 

All crowded close together, and every heart beat faster. 
Uncle Dan'l pointed down the river with his bony finger. 

A deep coughing sound troubled the stillness, away toward 
a wooded cape that jutted into the stream a mile distant. 
All in an instant a fierce eye of fire shot out from behind the 
cape, and sent a long, brilliant pathway quivering athwart the 
dusky water. The coughing grew louder and louder, the glar- 
ing eye grew larger and still larger, glared wilder and still 
wilder. A huge shape developed itself out of the gloom and 
from its tall duplicate horns dense volumes of smoke, starred 
and spangled with sparks, poured out and went tumbling 
away into the further darkness. Nearer and nearer the thing 
came, till its long sides began to glow with spots of light 
which mirrored themselves in the river, and attended the 
monster like a torchlight procession. 

** What is it ? O ! what is it. Uncle Dan'l ? " 

With deep solemnity the answer came : 

**It's de Almighty! Git down on yo' knees!" 

It was not necessary to say it twice. They were all kneel- 
ing in a moment. And then, while the mysterious coughing 
rose stronger and stronger, and the threatening glare reached 
further and wider, the negro's voice lifted up'^its supplica- 

**0 Lord, we's been mighty wicked, an' we knows dat we 
'zerve to go to de bad place, but good Lord, deah Lord, we 
ain't ready yit, we ain't ready — let dese po' chil'en hab one 
mo' chance, jes' one mo' chance. Take de ole niggah if you's 
got to hab somebody. Gk>od Lord, good deah Lord, we don't 
know whah you's a-gwine to, we don't know who you's got 
yo' eye on, but we knows by de way you's a-comin', we knows 
by de way you's a-tiltin' along in yo' charyot o' fiah, dat some 
po' sinner's a-gwine to ketch it. But, good Lord, dese chil'en 
don't 'blong heah, dey's f'm Obedstown, whah dey don't.know 



nuffin, an' you knows yo' own sef, dat dey ain*t 'sponsible. 
An*, deah Lord, good Lord, it ain't like yo' mercy, it ain't 
like yo' pity, it ain't like yo' long-sufferin' lovin' kindness, 
for to take dis kind o' 'vantage o' sich little chil'en as dese is, 
when dey's so many grown folks chuck full o' cussedness dat 
wants roastin' down dah. O Lord, spah de little chil'en, 
don't tar de little chil'en away f'm dey frens, jes* let 'em off, 
jes' dis once, and take it out'n de ole niggah. Heah I is. 
Lord, heah I is! De ole niggah's ready, Lord, de ole — " 

The flaming and churning steamer was right abreast the 
party, and not twenty steps away. The awful thunder of a 
mud- valve suddenly burst forth, drowning the prayer, and as 
suddenly Uncle Dan'l snatched a child under each arm and 
scoured into the woods with the rest of the pack at his heels. 
And then, ashamed of himself, he halted in the deep darkness 
and shouted (but rather feebly) : 

*' Heah I is. Lord, heah I is!" 

There was a moment of throbbing suspense, and then, to 
the surprise and comfort of the party, it was plain that the 
august presence had gone by, for its dreadful noises were 
receding. Uncle Dan'l headed a cautious reconnoissance in 
the direction of the log. Sure enough **The Lord" was just 
turning a point a short distance up the river; and, while they 
looked, the lights winked out, and the coughing diminished by 
degrees, and presently ceased altogether. 

**H'wsh! Well, now dey's some folks says dey ain't no 
'ficiency in prah. Dis chile would like to know whah we'd a 
ben now if it wam't fo' dat prah? Dat's it. Dat's it!" 

** Uncle Dan'l, do you reckon it was the prayer that saved 
us?" said Clay. 

*'Does I reckon? Don't I know it! Whah was yo' eyes? 
Wam't de Lord jes' a-comin' chow! chow\ chow! an' a-goin' 
on turrible; an' do de Lord carry on dat way 'dout dey's 
sumfin don't suit him? An' wam't he a-lookin' right at dis 
gang heah, an' wam't he jes' a-reachin' for 'em? An' d' you 
spec' he gwine to let 'em off 'dout somebody ast him to do it? 
No, indeedy!" 

154 wikiiTER's REAt>im^ ^0. a. 

**Do you reckon he saw tis, Uncle Dan'l?" 

**De law sakes, chile, didn^t I see him a-lookin' at tis?*' 

" Did you feel scared, Uncle Dan'l ? '' 

**No, sah! When a man is 'gaged in prah, he ain't *fraid 
o' nuffin — dey can't nuffin tech him." 

"Well, what did you run for?" 

*' Well, I — I — ^Mars Clay, when a man is under de influence 
ob de sperit, he dunno what he's 'bout — ^no, sah; dat man 
dunno what he's 'bout. You mout take an' tah de head 
off'n dat man, an' he wouldn't scasely fine it out. Dah's de 
Hebrew chU'en dat went frough de fiah; dey was burnt con- 
sidable — ob course dey was ; but dey didn't know nuffin 'bout 
it — heal right up agin: if dey'd ben gals dey'd missed dey 
long haah, maybe, but dey wouldn't felt de burn." 

**I don't know but what they were girls. I think they 

"Now, Mars Clay, you knows better'n dat. Sometimes 
a body can't tell whedder you's a-sayin' what you means or 
whedder you's a-sayin' what you don't mean, 'case you says 
'em bofe de same way." 

" But how should / know whether they were boys or girls?" 

"Goodness sakes, Mars Clay, don't de good book say? 
'Sides, don't it call 'em de //^-brew chil'en? If dey was gals 
wouldn't dey be de she-brew chil'en? Some people dat kin 
read don't 'pear to take no notice when dey do read." 

"Well, Uncle Dan'l, I think that — My! here comes another 
one up the river! There can't be two!" 

"We gone dis time — ^we done gone dis time, sho'! Dey 
ain't two, Mars Clay — dat's de same one. De Lord kin 
'pear eber)rwhah in a second. Goodness, how de fiah an' de 
smoke do belch up! Dat mean business, honey. He comin' 
now like he fo'got sumfin. Come 'long, chil'en; time you's 
gwine to roos'. Go 'long wid you — ole Uncle Dan'l gwine 
out in de woods to rastle in prah — de ole niggah gwine to do 
what he kin to sabe you agin." 

He did go to the woods and pray ; but he went so far that he 
doubted, himself, if the "Lord" heard him when he went by. 


Hallowe'en Cheer. 

When the apples are all gathered, 

And the chestnut trees are bare; 
When there's frost upon the garden, 

And a chillness in the air, 
While a breath of early winter 

Finds the meadows brown and sere, 
Comes the welcome time for keeping 

Glad the Halloweven cheer. 

I recall when I, a laddie. 

With a band of comrades bold. 
Played such pranks as older people 

Little less than crime would hold. 
Gates there were that wanted owners, 

Signboards scattered far and near. 
After we had kept at midnight 

Thus the Halloweven cheer. 

'Twas an autumn night and cloudless, 

With a full moon in the sky, 
That I won love's precious promise 

From my sweetheart, fair and shy. 
She had heard the mystic wisdom 

Of the waters of the meer; 
There she sought her lover's picture 

'Mid the Halloweven cheer. 

Seeing her I quickly hastened 

From the shadow of the wood 
And, reflected in the water, 
' She beheld me where I stood. 
Then I told the olden story 
- • In love's language, low and clear; 
Asked the hand the fates had pledged me 
'Mid th^ H^llpweven ch^^r, 


We were married when the holly 

Bloomed the Christmas greens among; 
Still love's tokens are as precious 

As they were when we were yotmg. 
Once again we walk together 

Down the path to memory dear, 
And I kiss her by the lakeside 

'Mid the Halloweven cheer. 

The Ghosts. 

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 

[From " Hiawatha."] 
Never stoops the soaring vtdture 
On his quarry in the desert, 
On the sick or wounded bison, 
But another vulture, watching 
From his high aerial look-out, 
Sees the downward plunge and follows; 
And a third pursues the second, 
Coming from the invisible ether, 
First a speck, and then a vulture, 
Till the air is dark with pinions. 

So disasters come not singly; 
But as if they watched and waited, 
Scanning one another's motions; 
When the first descends, the others 
Follow, follow, gathering flock-wise 
Round theii victim, sick and wounded. 
First a shadow, then a sorrow. 
Till the air is dark with anguish. 


Now, o'er all the dreary Northland, 

Mighty Peboan, the Winter, 

Breathing on the lakes and rivers, 

Into stone had changed their waters. 

From his hair he shook the snow-flake 

Till the plains were strewn with whiteness, 

One uninterrupted level. 

As if, stooping, the Creator 

With His hand had smoothed them over. 

One dark evening, after sundown. 

In her wigWam Laughing Water 

Sat with old Nokomis, waiting 

For the steps of Hiawatha 

Homeward from the hunt returning. 

On their faces gleamed the firelight, 

Painting them with streaks of crimson, ^' 

And behind them crouched their shadows 

In the comers of the wigwam, 

And the smoke in wreaths above them 

CUmbed and crowded through the smoke-fltic. 

Then the curtain of the doorway 

From without was slowly lifted; 

Brighter glowed the fire a moment 

And a moment swerved the smoke-wreath. 

As two women entered softly. 

Passed the doorway uninvited. 

Without word of salutation, 

Without sign of recognition, 

Sat down in the farthest comer. 

Crouching low among the shadows. 

From their aspect and their garments, 
Strangers seemed they in the village; 
Very pale and haggard were they. 
As they sat there aad and silent, 
Trembling, cowering with the sha4ows. 

158 WERNEieS READINGS No. 31. ' 

Was it the wind above the smoke-flue, 
Muttering down into the wigwam? 
Was it the owl, the Koko-koho, 
Hooting from the dismal forest? 
Sure, a voice said in the silence: 
"These are corpses clad in garments, 
These are ghosts that come to hatmt you, 
From the Kingdom of Ponemah, 
From the land of the Hereafter!" 

Homeward now came Hiawatha 
From his hunting in the forest, 
With the snow upon his tresses, 
And the red deer on his shoulders. 
At the feet of Laughing Water 
Down he threw his lifeless burden; 
Nobler, handsomer she thought him 
Than when first he came to woo her. 
First threw down the deer before her, 
As a token of his wishes. 
As a promise of the future. 

Then he turned and saw the strangers, 
Cowering, crouching with the shadows; 
Said within himself, **Who are they? 
What strange guests has Minnehaha?*' 
But he questioned not the strangers. 
Only spake to bid them welcome 
To his lodge, his food, his fireside. 

When the evening meal was ready 
And the deer had been divided, 
Both the pallid guests, the strangers, 
Springing from among the shadows, 
Seized upon the choicest portions, 
Seized th^ white fat of the roebuck, 


Set apart for Laughing Water, 
For the wife of Hiawatha; 
Without asking, without thanking, 
Eagerly devoured the morsels, 
Flitted back among the shadows 
In the comer of the wigwam. 

Not a word spake Hiawatha, 

Not a motion made Nokomis, 

Not a gesture Laughing Water; 

Not a change came o'er their features; 

Only Minnehaha softly 

Whispered, saying, **They are famished; 

Let them do what best delights them; 

Let them eat, for they are famished." 

Many a daylight dawned and darkened, 
Many a night shook off the daylight 
As the pine shakes off the snow-flakes 
From the midnight of its branches ; 
Day by day the guests unmoving 
Sat there silent in the wigwam ; 
But by night, in storm or starlight, 
Forth they went into the forest, 
Bringing fire-wood to the wigwam. 
Bringing pine-cones for the burning, 
Always sad and always silent. 

Once at midnight Hiawatha, 

Ever wakeful, ever watchful. 

In the wigwam, dimly lighted 

By the brands that still were burning, 

By the glimmering, flickering firelight, 

Heard a sighing, oft repeated. 

Heard a sobbing, as of sorrow. 


From his couch rose Hiawatha, 
From his shaggy hides of bison, 
Pushed aside the deer-skin curtain, 
Saw the pallid guests, the shadows. 
Sitting upright on their couches, 
Weeping in the silent midnight. 

And he said: "O guests! why is it 
That your hearts are so afflicted, 
That you sob so in .the midnight? 
Has perchance the old Nokomis, 
Has my wife, my Minnehaha, 
Wronged or grieved you by unkindness. 
Failed in hospitable duties?" 

Then the shadows ceased from weeping, 
Ceased from sobbing and lamenting. 
And they said, with gentle voices: 
** We are ghosts of the departed. 
Souls of those who once were with you. 
From the realms of Chibiabos 
Hither have we come to try you, 
Hither have we come to warn you. 

" Cries of grief and lamentation 
Reach us in the Blessed Islands; 
Cries of anguish from the living. 
Calling back their friends departed. 
Sadden us with useless sorrow. 
Therefore have we come to try you; 
No one knows us, no one heeds us. 
We are but a burden to you. 
And we see that the departed 
Have no place among the Hving. 


"Think of this, O Hiawatha! 
Speak of it to all the people, 
That henceforward and forever 
They no more with lamentations 
Sadden the souls of the departed 
In the Islands of the Blessed. 

"Farewell, noble Hiawatha! 

We have put you to the trial. 

To the proof have put your patience, 

By the insult of bur presence, 

By the outrage of our actions. 

We have found you great and noble. 

Fail not in the greater trial, 

Faint not in the harder struggle.** 

When they ceased, a sudden darkness 
Fell and filled the silent wigwam. 
Hiawatha heard a rustle 
As of garments trailing by him, 
Heard tl\e curtain of the doorway 
Lifted by a hand he saw not. 
Felt the cold breath of the night air, 
For a moment saw the starlight; 
But he saw the ghosts no longer, 
Saw no more the wandering spirits 
From the Kingdom of Ponemah, 
From the Land of the Hereafter. 


The* Colored Dancing Match. 

By Frank L. Stanton: 

'Twtiz in de dancin* season w*en de fros' wuz layin' roun' 
En de rabbit wtiz a-gwine lak a gray ghos' 'cross de groun' — 
W*en de lazies' er niggers wuz a-comin' to de scratch — 
Dat we took de whole plantation wid de ctdlud Dancin' Match. 

De prize wuz — ^lemme see now: Two hams, a side er meat. 
Sack er flour, en a jimmyjohn what had a mouth ez sweet 
Ez a hive a-drippin' honey — ez a red rose, w'en de dew 
Sorter tilts it, 'twell it's leanin' ter de bees what drinks ter votu 

De flo' wuz smooth en sanded, de fiddler in his place — 
De lively music ripplin' 'cross de wrinkles in his face 
En lightin' up de eyes er him, en tinglin' ter his feet: 
**Good Times in Ole Verginny," en "Kentucky's Hard ter 
Beat I" 

De schedule fer de dancin' wuz ** All get in de ring!" 

En "Who'll hoi' out de longes' whilst dey got a foot ter fling! " 

Dey wuz twenty answer roll-call, lak a sojerin' brigade, 

En dey never wuz sich dancin' sence a fiddle-string wuz made I 

En couple after couple — ^fagged out en short er breath — 
Went reeUn' f'um dat dancin' 'fo' dey dance deyse'f ter death! 
All of 'em 'cept Br'er Williams: he wuz in de-ring fer sho'. 
En his foots des kep' a-kickin' er de white san'l'um de flo'I 

De fiddlestick a-flyin', de lights a-gittin' low, 

De music in a gallop, en Br'er Williams on de go! 

"You wins de prize, Br'er Williams!" — But still de fiddler 

En lightnin* wuzn't nuthin, ter de steps Br'er Williams made! 


^e dance so fas', I tell you he paralyze dem folks; 
Lak a wagon- wheel a-gwine *twell you des can't see de spokes! 
Wid shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, en many a turn en twist, 
His form a-gittin' misty, en de fiddler in de mist! 

De lights gone out ; -de owl hoot ; de dogs begin ter bark, 
En Br'er WilHams lookin' ghos*-hke wid dat dancin' in de 

Out de winders jumped de people; de mules commence ter 

. prance, 
En *twuz, '*Good Lawd, he'p Br'er Williams, fer de devil's in 

de dance!" 

Dey galloped 'cross de cotmtry — de wagons rattlin' 'long; 
But still heerd dat fiddle gwine in a mos* ondyirC song! 
En lookin* back, dey sighted in de*skeery-lookin' light 
Br'er Williams still a-dancin' lak a shadder in de night. 

En in de dancin' season, f'um de valley en de hill 

Dey kin see Br'er Williams dancin' — heah de fiddle playin' 

En heah de night owls hootin', see de ole ha'nts stan'in' roun', 
Whilst Br'er Williams' ghos' is movin' ter de fiddle's squeaky 


En dar he'll dance ferever, w'en de fros' is fallin gray; 
En dat terrifyin' fiddler makes de same ol' fiddle play; 
You kin heah de flo' a-creakin', en de win' all mo'nful sighs; 
En we don't want no mo' dancin' whar de devil wins de prize! 

The Courtin'. 

By James Russell Lowell. 

God makes sech nights, all white an' still 
Fur 'z you can look or listen, 

Moonshine an' snow on field an* hil l. 
All silence an' all gUsten. 


Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown 
An* peeked in thru' the winder, 

An' there sot Huldy all alone, 
'Ith no one nigh to hender. 

A fireplace filled the room's one side 
With half a cord* o' wood in — 

There wam't no stoves (tell comfort died) 
To bake ye to a puddin*. 

The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out 
Towards the pootiest, bless her, 

An' leetle flames danced all about 
The chiny on the dresser. 

Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, 

An' in amongst 'em rusted 
The ole queen's arm that gran'ther Young 

Fetched back from Concord busted. 

The very room, coz she was in. 
Seemed warm from floor to ceilin', 

An' she looked full ez rosy agin 
Ez the apples she was peelin'. 

'T was kin' o' kingdom-come to look 
On sech a blessed creetur, 

A dogrose blushin' to a brook 
Ain't modester nor sweeter. 

He was six foot o' man, A 1, 
Clean grit an' human natur'; 

None coidd n't qtiicker pitch a ton 
Nor dror a furrer straighter. 


He'd sparked it with full twenty gals, 
Had sqtiired *em, danced 'em, druv 'em, 

Fust this one, an' then thet, by spells — 
All is, he could n't love 'em. 

But loflg o' her his veins 'ould run 

All crinkly like curled maple, 
The side she breshed felt full o* sun, 

Ez a south slope in Ap'il. 

She thought no v'ice hed 'sech a swing 

Ez hisn in the choir; 
My! when he made Ole Hundred ri^ig. 

She knowed the Lord was nigher. 

An she'd blush scarlit, right in prayer, 

When her new meetin'-bunnet 
Felt somehow thru' its crown a pair 

O' blue eyes sot upon it. 

Thet night, I tell ye, she looked somet 

She seemed to 've gut a new soul, 
For she felt sartin-sure he'd come, 

Down to her very shoe-sole. 

She heered a foot, an' knowed it tu, 

A-raspin* ^on the scraper, — 
AU ways to once her feelin's flew 

Like sparks in bumt-up paper. 

He kin' o' I'itered on the mat. 

Some doubtfle o' the sekle. 
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, 

But hem went pity Zekle. 

An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk 

Ez though she wished him furder, 
An' on her apples kep' to work, 

Parin' away like murder. 


*' You want to see my Pa, I s*pose?'' 
**Wal. . .no. . .1 come designin' " — 

**To see my ma? She's sprinklin' clo'es 
Agin to-morrer's i'nin'." 

To say why gals acts so or so, 
Or don't 'otild be presumin'; 

Mebby to mean yes an' say no 
Comes natural to women. 

He stood a spell on one foot fust, 
Then stood a spell on t' other 

An' on which one he felt the wust 
He couldn't ha' told ye nuther. 

Says he, *'I'd better call agin"; 

Says she, ''Think likely,. Mister"; 
Thet last word pricked him like a pin, 

An' . . . Wal, he up an' kist her. 

When Ma bimeby upon *em slips, 

Huldy sot pale ez ashes. 
All kin' o' smily 'roun the lips 

An' teary 'roun the lashes. 

For she was jes' the quiet kind 
Whose naturs never vary, >s^ 

Like streams that keep a summer mind 
Snowhid in Jenooary. 

The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued 

Too tight for all expressin', 
Tell mother see how metter* stood, 

An' gin 'em both her blessin'. 

Then her red come back like the tide 
Down to the Bay o' Fundy, 

An' all I know is they was cried 

In m^^tiix' come nex' Sunday. ^3 " ' 



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