“Ah,” said Johnson, “that is easily explained. I was simply in one of my cataleptic fits. No wonder you thought I was dead.” “Yes, I thought you had committed suicide.” “That’s what we all thought about you. What did you leave the money for?” “Why, to pay your funeral expenses.” “Well, since I don’t need it, I shall return it,” said Johnson. “I was afraid I’d have to use it to pay yours.” “I am glad it has all turned out so happily, old fellow,” said Spencer, and the two ghosts shook hands. He Addressed the Jury. A man who had never seen the inside of a courtroom until he was introduced as a witness in a case pending in one of the Scottish courts, on being sworn, took a position with his back to the jury, and began telling his story to the judge. The judge, in a bland and courteous manner, said,-- “Address yourself to the jury, sir.” The man made a short pause, but, notwithstanding what had been said to him, continued his narrative. The judge was then more explicit, and said to him, “Speak to the jury, sir; the men sitting behind you on the benches.” The witness at once turned around, and, making an awkward bow, said, with perfect gravity,-- “Good morning, gentlemen.” * * * * * Transcriber’s Note: Punctuation has been made consistent. The following change was made: p. 7: married changed to remarried (never remarried. He)