The sociable ghost : $b Being the adventures of a reporter who was invited by the sociable ghost to a grand banquet, ball, and convention under the ground of old Trinity churchyard. A true tale of the things he saw and did not see while he was not there.Harper, Olive
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The sociable ghost : $b Being the adventures of a reporter who was invited by the sociable ghost to a grand banquet, ball, and convention under the ground of old Trinity churchyard. A true tale of the things he saw and did not see while he was not there.
Harper, Olive
American fiction -- 20th century; Ghost stories
Then he turned his gaze to the lighting of this immense place, and was
surprised that he had not noticed it at first. There were arches
innumerable, and each one of these was covered with glowing vines, all
such as bear flowers. In some places were hung baskets of the most
gorgeous orchids, with their pendant foliage. Many of the columns had
passion vines covered with their mysterious blossoms. There were roses
and clematis and hundreds of other flowers that he had never seen, all
climbing up those arches, and drooping in graceful festoons. He suddenly
became aware that all the light emanated from the flowers and the leaves
of these climbing plants. The passion flowers emitted light of the
natural color of these blossoms, and the roses shed soft radiance. Even
the leaves and tendrils were incandescent. Every bud and flower gave its
share of light and the effect of all these together was one of marvelous
richness, yet it was delicate and beautiful beyond description.
The odor of the different flowers hung on the air until it was almost
oppressive, but yet so delicious. The young man thought what a success
this kind of lighting and decoration would be for some of the smart set
who are always trying to find something new with which to surprise their
guests. He made a mental note of it and said to himself that other men
had become leaders in the domains of swelldom on less than this, and he
decided to keep his eyes open for any other novelty which could be
transplanted above ground.
There was a breeze from somewhere, and he saw that the festoons of
incandescent flowers were swaying in the wind, and the movement set free
hundreds of delicious odors until now unsuspected. He was trying to
study out a plan by which the danger of fire could be avoided, and still
preserve all the marvelous effect of the illumination. As he stood lost
in his admiration he became aware that a man was watching him. As he
turned the man made a ceremonious bow and said:
“Excuse me, sir; but may I ask if you are really as much interested in
the decorations as you appear to be?”
“I certainly am,” answered the young man, “and I wonder who could have
done it. It must have taken many minds and many hands to have
accomplished it. I am filled with wonder at the master mind that
conceived it. Can you tell me anything about it?”
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