and she sternly warned Mr. Otis to beware of some
trouble coming to the house.
“I have seen things with my own eyes, sir.” she
said, “that would make any Christian’s hair stand
on ‘end, and many and many a night I have not
closed my eyes in sleep for the awful things that
are done here.” |
Mr. Otis, however, and his wife warmly assured
the honest soul that they were not afraid of ghosts,
and, after invoking the blessings of Providence
on her new master and mistress, and making arran-
cements for an-increase of salary, the old house-
keeper tottered off to her own room. =
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The storm raged fiercely all that night, but noth-
ing of particular note occurred. The next morning,
however, when they came down to breakfast, they
found the terrible stain’ of blood omce again on
the floor.
“I don’t think it can be the fault of the Paragon
Detergent,” said Washington, “for I have tried
it with everything. It must be the ghost.” He
accordingly rubbed out the stain a second time,
but the second morning it appeared again. The
third morning also it was there, though the library
had been locked up at night by Mr. Otis ‘himself,
and the key carried upstairs.
The whole family were now quite interested; Mr.
Otis began to suspect that he had been too dog-
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