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Show "Warm" Corpse Too Much for Nerve of Ghouls About one hundred years ago a gentleman, well known for the mad pranks In which he delighted, was walking past a lonely klrkyard In Midlothian when he saw a well-appointed horse and trap standing unattended un-attended before the gate. Curious to know what this might mean, he crouched In the ditch by the wall and waited. In a few moments two men came out of the klrkyard carrying In a sack a long object which they propped up on end on the seat next to the driver's. Then they said something about tools and went back. Quick as thought the watcher pulled down the sack, emptied its grisly contents into the ditch, climbed into the trap, got Into the sack, and braced himself stiffly into position. Hardly had he done so when the two men returned and threw some tools into the trap, after which one got up In front and the other on the back seat "Wud" as he was, our adventurer now began to repent of his hastiness, reflecting that one corpse was as good as another on the dissecting table, where, In those days, questions were by no means always asked. Suddenly the driver turned to his mate, and In accents of crawling horror gasped, "Mon, Jamie, the corp's warm 1" The "corp" had presence of mind enough to moan in a hollow tone, "We're all warm where I come from." There were two wild yells, the springs of the trap bounced furiously, furi-ously, the horse broke Into a gallop, and when he got out of his sack the gentleman found himself alone, heading head-ing for Edinburgh at a great pace. The horse, trap, harness and tools served him well for many years and no one ever claimed them. Edinburgh Edin-burgh Scotsman. |