The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 141: what you’re looking at

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134 What Shall She Do? observations were duly telegraphed to the Topeka paper _in the evening. In addition to this | was expected twice a week to write a commercial letter giving the exact state of the markets of the world and prognosticating the same for a week to come. Then there was a daily news letter, the use of the “wire” in case of emergency (I was the Associated Press reporter), and the soliciting of adver- tisements. With all this on my shoulders little else could be ex- pected, and yet I found time for one little affair which came to my knowledge and which | now propose to give to the public. When I was installed in my office I was given an old, time stained desk which had once done duty in the editorial rooms of the Kansas City Times. There were a number of old papers in the drawers, and one day after returning to the office a little earlier than usual I began clearing them out. Among many worth- less newspaper scraps (evidently laid away by some re- porter for future use) I found the following manuscripts, which IJ sent to my chief for publication and which I here insert. IT, THE HAUNTED HOUSE. [Written for the Sunday Capital.] It was under no ghostly circumstances that I first saw the place—that is, after it became haunted. Fifteen years in India had made me feel almost like (E(o) COMMICEOOO