The Auckland Ghost.

Gisborne Times, Volume VI, Issue 194, 23 August 1901, Page 4

The Auckland Ghost.

The -following is from the Auckland l-lerald: —A correspondent, “.Joe,” informs me that he lias lost his " best girl ” through the “ blessed ghost,” while giving her an airing last Sunday evening in the Western Bark, its “anowre true tale,” but I let him toll his own sad story himself : Dear " Mcreutio,” —T wish to eoniide in you my experience with that blessed ghost, because I feel you will sympathise with me. Well, last Sunday evening 1 took my best girl (I had only been introduced to her the day before—a ease of love at first sight, don’t you know), for a walk along Fonsonby Hoad. We intended to; ■>o to Church, but, somehow, wo found ourselves sitting on a scat in the ’Western Hark. I was pouring words of ardent love into her ear, and had just assured her I would stick to her through thick and thin, and that death alone would part us, when that blessed ghost suddenly arose from the ground and stood before us. I was paralysed with fear and could neither move nor speak, while she fainted straight off. The next thing I know was that I was standing outside the park gates, without rny hat or walking .stick. In a few minutes Annie ran out, too, but she absolutely refused to allow me to speak to her, not even to take her home. Now, I am considered a fairly brave man, but a tenpound note could not have tempted me to go hack for my hat and stick. Conlound that blessed ghost ! If only I had challenged it and stuck to my love 1 I have met Annie three times since, but she somehow never sees me. Oh, if she only knew how I love her 1 Could I only have one chance of proving my passionate love 1 Can you help or advise mo how I can win her back ? How I wish \vc had gone to church ! Oh 1 Annie, Annie, do forgive me. Just once, love. if you see Annie, please tell her that I still love her, and that she is breaking my heart. Hang thatblessed ghost 1 If it would only mind its own business, instead of annoying decent people. Mow, dear “ Mercutio,” I hope you will toll mo howto make friends again with Annie. Perhaps you wore in passionate love with a girl once, too '!—Yours very truly, Joe. P.S.—I really believe it is a true ghost. No living man could eomo out of the ground like it did. The moral of the story is that Joe ought to have gone to church, and would have saved himself a lot of trouble. It is said that spectators see more of the game than the players, but really I scarcely know how to advise him for the best, unless to remind him that “ faint heart never won fair lady,” and of the old adage, “ Try, try again ! ”