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54 Larry's Ghost. and Rose could have slept, too, had she not had her great project to kape her awake. “Tt might have been half-past twelve o’clock, whin there came a sound as ov some one runnin’ in great haste, an’ in a minit more the door was burst open, an’ Larry rushed in, pale an’ breathless. “Rose started up, as if in dismay, an’ thin closin’ the door, an’ puttin’ her back agin it, she asked Larry if he would have the civility to tell her what he meant by this outlandish conduct. ‘“« ¢ Arrah, whisht! Rose, dear,’ sez he, ‘shure, I’ve seen a ghost, an’ am kilt an’ murthered inthirely !’ “6 Ah!’ sez Rose—‘I see now how it is, an’ it’s what I’ve been expectin’ this many a day. It wor a sorry day for me whin I left me father’s house. I had me choice of the best boys in the counthry, an this is what I’ve come to for takin’ a man that loves a dhrap betther nor the woman he promised to love an’ cherish.’ “With this, she sat hersilf down on the stool by the fire, an’ throwin’ her apron over her face, fell to sobbin’ an’ moanin’. The sight ov her tears brought Larry till his sinses sooner nor anything else could have done, for they wor the first she had shed since he married her. “¢Tisten, alamick !’ sez he, dhrappin’ down on his knees afore her an’ puttin’ his two arms about her neck; ‘it’s truth I’m tellin’ ye, an’ no lie; an’ may the divil take me if I took a dhrap more nor usual. But this wor the way ov it, Rose, dear: I parted wid the boys that wor at Dinnis Ryan’s, at the road leadin’ by Widdy Glenn's barn, an came along undher the light ov the moon till I reached Craig Hill, whin all ov a suddint a cloud came over the moon, an’ just as I got till the turn ov the hill, a great white figure started up an’ sthretched its long skeleton arms afore me, as if till kape me from comin’ forrad- But not a bit ov me thought ov stirrin’ a step; for ye see I wor took wid a quare feelin’ as if I had turned intill a big tree, that had its roots struck firm in the ground. If the divil himsilf had been behint me, I couldn’t have stirred astep. Well, there stood the ghost, and there stood me; an’ at last the ghost sez, in a quare-soundin’ voice, as if it came from the ground—“ Larry O’Leary, I’m come for ye!” “ <Well, if ye’ll b’lave me, Rose, I fell to shakin’ at this, till me very teeth clatthered in me head, an’ I thought by this time it wor ae for me to say somethin’, an’ not be whipped off widout so much “by yer lave;” so whin I could get the management ov me tongue, 7 sez, sez I, “‘ May I make so bowld as till ask who yer riverence is, an’ what’s wantin’ ov me?” ** ¢Sez he, ‘‘I’m the ghost ov poor Ted Reilly, that came till his death wid dhrinkin’, an’ wor found dead in the ditch.” “ ¢ At this I shook the more; an’ thin the ghost proceeded to tell methat havin’ been under the ground in a warrum place, wid a lot ov ‘ fellows like him, that wor havin’ a good time, wid lots ov hot dhrink — Gomichbooks.co m