A TENNESSE GHOST

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4604, 6 October 1883, Page 1

A TENNESSE GHOST

Comes to a house in Hamilton County, and rocks the baby to sleep every night. Now, then, by all the dwellers in the nether gloom, if there is a restless ghost of any old ancestor of ours would like to fiud steady employment at good wages in a quiet family and good neighborhood, we can give the perturbed spirit all it wants to do in the silent line of general housework, with Sunday afternoon .for itself, and one night out every weelrVJugp. it could go around and raise a ghostly racket with the neighbors, and hajinV «!lj;. the lonely houses in the neigh^orh^od^,! What a gem of a house servant 'r4\&Wtst:-^* would be. Never " sass " back ; always; f invisible. The pie would come in on the ' table as though it were sailing through the air; the. carpet-sweeper would perform its noiseless functions without the howling , accompaniment of" Gnah-na-gnah-na-tha-,-,., wah—-that wur the place whayre the whiskfe; vf is plenthy—wback ! foldhe rol'lol!" J)Sd f ;■ ' at night it could baunt all the objectionable V neighbors until they fled t^be afii^hhorli^hd^^^, and property would depreciate 75 per £ent; when we could ,b.py it in and whack up with the ghost. No light and no fire re* , i quired for the gbost's room. No private ! watchman wanted on the block; no dog oo /[ the premises. When a burglar climbed in fc; at the window, and felt the cold, clammy fingers of the ghost wriggling down the backof hi 3 neck; when tie drove a ten inch bowieknife clean through the ghost's bosom Sve times, and the spectre smiled sadly at him, and showed him where his throat had been cut clean off nine years before—how. the robber would drop his kit and wing; his restless flight to realms beyond the farther limits'of the city corporate. And when the door-bell rang, the ghost would just• v stickj its head clear though the key* hole and see who was there before the.door ' ' was opened. And then there would be no sweethearts loafing about the kitchen Sanday nights—ah, no. Truly a ghoit would be a great boon to the home of oar readers, any who know of a ghost out of a job send him at once to this office. . ,