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Show ' SUCH A PLEASANT EOOM. ',. "It ain't ey'ry body L'd put to sleep In this room," said, old Mn. Jinks to the fastidious fas-tidious and extremely nerrous ycfudj minis- 'er..Tho WM Pndinr night at her house. Thts here room u full of sacred assoeis-tiona assoeis-tiona to me," aha vent on, aa aha buttled around opening shutters and arranging the curtains. "My first hatband died in that bed. nia head on theaa rery pill era, and poor Mr. Jinks died settia' right la that eornar. Sometimes Some-times when I coma into the room in the dark I think I aee him settin' there still. , 'My own father died Iayin' right on that lounge under the winder. Poor pal He waa Speeritualiat, and ha alius aaid he'd appear ap-pear in thia room after he died, and aome-timea aome-timea I'm foolish enough to look for him. - If you ahoald aee anything of him tonight, you'd better not tell me, for it'd be a sign to me that there waa aomething In Speeritualism, and I'd hate to think that.' , "My eon by my first man fell dead of heart diaeaae right where you stand. He waa a doctor, and there'a two whole akeletona in that eloaet that belonged to him, and "If a dozen skulls in that lower drawer. There,. I gueaa things '11 do now -Well, goodnight, and pleasant dreams." |