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
"Seeing that this driver was settled for the night the hotel keeper asked
him if he would do something for him. 'Certainly, what is it?' The other
replied that the little English jeweler was very sick, and that he was
worn out taking care of him. So he asked the driver to give the sick man
his medicine at exactly three o'clock. The driver was always willing to
do anyone a good turn, and asked about the dose, and how to prepare it,
saying at the same time that the little Englishman must have been taken
very suddenly. The landlord replied that he had indeed and was scarcely
expected to pull through, and that all depended on his getting his
medicine regularly. 'And, he will tell you that he isn’t sick, and don't
want any medicine, and all that, but you must make him take it.'
"'All right,' replied the driver, 'I'll see that he takes it. You go to
bed.' They played and smoked until three o'clock, and then the big driver
mixed up the draught in a big spoon, and taking a candle he came up the
stairs. He forgot about the other Englishman, and asked the porter where
the little Englishman was that had come up that day. The sleepy porter
told him where my room was. Now I can tell the rest from my own
knowledge. I was suddenly aroused from my sleep to see an enormous form
standing beside my bed, outlined by the flickering candle on the stand,
and naturally my first thought was that I was about to be robbed and
murdered, perhaps murdered first. I called out to know who it was and the
big figure said:
"'You keep still now, and don’t get excited. No one is going to hurt you,
so just take this now, and then lie down and go to sleep. It won't hurt
you.'
"I was sure now that I was going to be drugged into insensibility and I
told him that I would take nothing. He said:
"'Now don't you fash yourself, but take this medicine, It will do you
good and is not bad to take, all stirred up with molasses.'
"'But I won't touch it,' I cried; 'you want to drug me and rob me. Get
out of here.' As I said that I pushed him away with all my strength, but
he just put his great hand around my neck and jerked me up in bed,
saying:
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