THE INTOXICATED GHOST THE INTOXICATED GHOST AND OTHER STORIES BY ARLO BATES [Illustration] BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press, Cambridge 1908 COPYRIGHT 1908 BY ARLO BATES ALL RIGHTS RESERVED _Published April 1908_ CONTENTS The Intoxicated Ghost 1 A Problem in Portraiture 43 The Knitters in the Sun 85 A Comedy in Crape 117 A Meeting of the Psychical Club 145 Tim Calligan's Grave-Money 177 Miss Gaylord and Jenny 207 Dr. Polnitzski 249 In the Virginia Room 277 THE INTOXICATED GHOST AND OTHER STORIES THE INTOXICATED GHOST I It was not her beauty which made Irene Gaspic unusual, although she was bewitchingly pretty; nor yet her wit, her cleverness, or her wealth, albeit she was well endowed with all these good gifts: other girls were pretty, and wise, and witty, and rich. It was something far more piquant and rare which marked Irene as different from her mates, the fact being that from her great-aunt on the mother's side, an old lady who for nearly ninety years displayed to her fellow-mortals one of the most singular characters possible, Irene had inherited the power of seeing ghosts. It is so generally regarded as a weakness even to believe in disembodied spirits that in justice to Irene it is but fair to remark that she believed in them only because she could not help seeing them, and that the power with which she was endowed had come to her by inheritance quite without any wish on her part. Any fair-minded person must perceive the difference between seeing ghosts because one is so foolish as to believe in them, and believing in their existence because one cannot help seeing them. It might be added, moreover, that the firmness which Miss Gaspic had displayed when visited by some of the most unpleasant wraiths in the whole category should be allowed to tell in her favor. When she was approached during a visit to Castle Doddyfoethghw--where, as every traveler in Wales is aware, is to be found the most ghostly phantom in the three kingdoms--by a gory figure literally streaming with blood, and carrying its mangled head in its hands, she merely remarked coldly: "Go away at once, please. You do not alarm me in the least; but to come into the presence of a lady in such a state of unpleasant dismemberment is in shockingly bad taste." Whereat the poor wraith fell all along the ground in astonishment and alarm, leaving a stain of blood upon the stone floor, which may be seen to this day by any one who doubts the tale enough to go to Castle Doddyfoethghw to see.