Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 162: what you’re looking at

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154 A FIGHT WITH FORTUNE. faithful servant who attended him, and not half an hour ago had a brief description of the funeral.”’ ‘‘Oh, ay, there was a funeral.’’ ‘‘Vet you have the assurance to say rf “Bob, Pll tell you the story in newspaper re- porter’s style, and you can round out sentences and fill in to suit yourself. After I had attended to your business I went out of the city—had an engagement with a gentleman, old friend and patron of the pub- lic offices he has held. Found him in a feverish state of excitement—had sent for me to share his secret. ‘‘When I heard it I was astonished—amazed— could hardly believe my ears. He brought proof— piled it up mountain high. My scepticism vanished, and I was ready to accept it all as so. ‘His story—well, it ran about like this. Man of very peculiar habits—near him was a cemetery, and in it lie the remains of several very dear to him. General is something of a night hawk—says thought flows more freely with him when darkness covers the earth. ‘Tt has been a habit of his to wander in the old graveyard after nightfall—singular fad, wasn’t it, Bob. He was there one night a week or more ago, when he thought he heard a groan. Sure enough, it came from one of the grim old tombs. ‘‘Most men would have taken to their heels and put for home—I believe you would—dead sure with regard to myself. ‘This general is made of different stuffi—proves it by taking his constitutional in a graveyard at night. ‘What did he do—why, made a rush for that par- Gomichooksscom