The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 108: what you’re looking at

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The Baby Ghost. IOI phat Oi would riccommind wouid be this—that yees do the same and curses all the curses ye can think of on th’ ~ poor thing’s head.”’ That night Mr. Mulligan went to bed chuckling to himself over his scheme, and fell asleep with the con- science of a man who will see no ghosts. But not long did he sleep before he was awakened by a low cry. “The divil take the brat. Phat does it want now? Pat, shut your noise.”’ But Pat did not shut his noise, and Mr. Mulligan rolled out of bed ina passion. ‘There at his feet was the baby ghost crawling about and moaning in a most heart- rending manner. “Oi beg your pardon,’ Mr. Mulligan said; “Oi didn’t know it was you. Oi thought it was that boy Pat and got up to give him a batin’. Phat can O1 do for me little leddy?”’ But the “little leddy”’ made no reply. The next morning the first thing Mr. Mulligan did was to hurry over to Mr. Otto’s a second time to inquire why he had not exorcised the ghost. When he learned that Mr. Otto had done his best at heaping curses upon the poor baby’s head he was completely non-plussed. “Phat was the matter with the scheme?” he said to himself. “It was a good one, Oi know. Something must hev gone wrong.”’ That night was a repetition of the two previous ones, with the exception that Mr. Mulligan, knowing what he ECORNIEOOOKS (EO)