3m Face Mask 9332 ed with wonderful good humor to the well meant strangulation, his black eyes intently fixed upon the dumplings which his foster mother was dexterously rolling together, when a strange footstep was heard shuffling uncertainly about on the floor of the round house just outside the dwelling room door. Mrs. Lake did not disturb herself. Country folk were constantly coming with their bags of grist, and both George and the miller were at hand, for a nice breeze was blowing, and the mill ground merrily. After a few seconds, however, came a modest knock on the room door, and Mrs. Lake, wiping her hands, proceeded to admit the knocker. She was a smartly dressed woman, who bore such a mass of laces and finery, with a white woollen shawl spread over it, apparently with the purpose of smothering any living thing there might chance to be beneath, as, in Mrs. Lake s experienced eyes, could be nothing less than a baby of the most genteel order. The manners of the nurse were most genteel also, and might have quite overpowered Mrs. Lake, but that the windmiller s wife had in her youth been in good service herself, and, though an early marriage had prevented her from rising beyond the post of nursemaid, she was fairly familiar with the etiquette of the nursery and of the servants hall. Good morning, ma am, said the nurse, who no sooner ceased to walk than she began a kind of diagonal movement without progression, in which one heel clacked, and all her petticoats swung, and the baby who, head downwards, was snorting with gaping mouth under the woollen coverlet, was supposed to be soothed. Good morning, ma am. You ll excuse my intruding Not at all, mum, said Mrs. Lake. By which she did not mean to reject the excuse, but to disclaim the intrusion. When the nurse was not speaking, she kept time to her own rocking by a peculiar click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth and indeed it sometimes mingled, almost confusingly, with her conversation. You re very obliging, ma am, I m sure, said she, and, persuaded by Mrs. Lake, she took a seat. You ll excuse me for asking a singular question, ma am, but was your husband s father and grandfather both millers They was, mum, said Mrs. Lake. My husband s father s father built this mill where we now stands. It cost him a deal of money, and he died with a debt upon it. My husband s father paid un off and he meant to have built a house, mum, but he never did, worse luck for us. He allus says, says he, that s my husband s father, mum, I ll leave that to Abel, that s my maester, mum. But nine year ago come Michaelmas Mrs. Lake s story was here interrupted by a frightful outburst of coughing from the unfortunate baby, who on the removal of the woollen shawl presented an appearance which would have.w, you bunnings disposable face masks shouldn t have come out on this expedition. Now, for you, Willie, added the young gentleman, whirling sharply round, if you re not a pattern Solomon 3m particulate respirator face mask henceforth, it won t be the fault of your friends. And if wisdom doesn t bring 3m face mask 9332 you to school after this, I shall try the argument of the one legged donkey. I don t think I shall miss next time, Sir. 233 I hope you won t. Now, John, as you ve come so far, you may as well see the lad safe home but don t shake hands with the family in 3m face mask 9332 the present state of your fists, or you might throw somebody into 3m face mask 9332 a fit. Good night Yew lane echoed a round of Good nights and Bill and the gardener went off in high spirits. As they crossed the road, Bill looked round, and under the trees saw the young gentlemen strolling back 3m face mask 9332 to the Rectory, arm in arm. Mr. Bartram Lindsay with his chin high in the air, and Master Arthur vehemently exhorting him on some topic, of which he was pointing the moral with flourishes of the one legged donkey. For those who like to know what became of everybody, these facts are added The young gentlemen got safely home and Master Arthur gave 3m face mask 9332 such a comical account of their adventure, that the Rector laughed too much to scold them, even if he had wished. Beauty Bill went up and down Yew lane on many a moonlight night after this one, but he never saw another ghost, or felt any more fears in connection with Ephraim Garnett. To make matters more entirely comfortable, however, John kindly took to the 234 custom of walking home with the lad after night school was ended. In return for this attention, Bill s family were apt to ask him in for an hour and by their fire side he told the story of the two ghosts so often from the manufacture in the Rectory barn to the final apparition at the cross roads that the whole family declare they feel just as if they had seen it. Bessy, under the hands of the cheerful doctor, got quite well, and eventually married. As her cottage boasts the finest window plants in the village, it is shrewdly surmised that her husband is a gardener. Bully Tom talked very loudly for some time of having the law of the rival ghost but finding, perhaps, that the story did not redound to his credit, was unwilling to give it further publicity, and changed his mind. Winter and 3m 7503 half face mask summer, day and night, sunshine and moonlight, have passed over the lane and the churchyard, and the wind has had many a ghostly howl among the yews, since poor Bill learnt the story of the murder but he knows now that the true Ephraim Garnett has never been seen on the cross roads since a hundred years ago, and will not be till the Great Day. In the ditch by the side of Yew lane shortly after 235 the events I have been describing, a little lad found a large turnip, in which someo.
n spite of his youth, was already Monsieur the Viscount. He also was beautiful. His exquisitely cut mouth 3m face mask 9332 had a curl which was the inheritance of scornful generations, but which was redeemed by his soft violet eyes and by an under lying expression of natural amiability. His hair was cut square across the forehead, and fell in natural curls behind. His childish figure had already been trained in the fencing school, and had gathered dignity from perpetually treading upon shallow steps and in lofty rooms. From the rosettes on his little shoes to his chapeau plumes, he also was like some porcelain figure. Surely, such beings could not exist except in such a chateau as this, where the very air unlike that breathed by common mortals had in the ante rooms a faint aristocratic odour, and was for yards round Madame the Viscountess dimly suggestive of frangipani Monsieur the Viscount did not stay long by the embroidery frame he was entertaining to day a party of children from the estate, and had come for the key of an old cabinet of which he wished to display the treasures. When tired of medical plastic face mask this, 3m face mask 9332 they went out on to the terrace, and one of the children who had not been there before exclaimed at the beauty of the view. 137 It is true, said the little Viscount, carelessly, and all, as far as you can see, is the estate. I will throw a stone to the end of your property, Monsieur, said one of the boys, laughing and he picked one off the walk, and stepping back, flung it with all his little strength. The stone fell before it had passed the fountains, and the failure was received with shouts of laughter. Let us see who can beat that, they cried and there was a general search for pebbles, which were flung at random among the flower beds. One may easily throw such as those, said the Viscount, who was poking under the wall of the first terrace but here is a stone that one may call a stone. Who will send this into the fish pond It will make a fountain of itself. The children drew round him as, with ruffles turned back, he tugged and pulled at a large dirty looking stone, which was half buried in the earth by the wall. Up it comes said the Viscount, at length and sure enough, up it came but underneath it, his bright eyes shining out of his dirty wrinkled body horror of horrors there lay a toad. Now, even in England, toads are not looked upon with much favour, and a party of English children would have been startled by such a discovery. But with French people, the dread of toads is ludicrous in its 138 intensity. In France toads are believed to have teeth, to bite, and to spit poison so my hero and his young guests must be excused for taking flight at once with a cry of dismay. On the next terrace, however, they paused, and seeing no signs.h his clothes and take care of his sticks. He had a great interest in the growth of his moustache and whiskers. For some time past Master Arthur had had a trick of pulling at his upper lip whilst he was teaching which occasionally provoked a whisper of Moostarch, guvernor between two unruly members of his class but never till to night had Bill seen anything in that line which 197 answered his expectations. Now, however, as he stood before the young gentleman, the fire light fell on such a distinct growth of hair, that Bill s interest became absorbed to the exclusion of all but the most perfunctory attention to the lesson on hand. Would Master Arthur grow a beard Would his moustache be short like the pictures of Prince Albert, or long and pointed like that of some other great man whose portrait he had seen in the papers He was calculating on the probable effect of either style, when the order was given to put away books, and then the thought which had been for a time diverted came back again his walk home. Poor Bill his fears returned with double force from having been for awhile forgotten. He dawdled over the books, he hunted in wrong places for his cap and comforter, he lingered till the last boy had clattered through the doorway, and left him with a group of elders who closed the proceedings and locked up the school. But after this further delay was impossible. The whole party moved out into the moonlight, and the Rector and his son, the schoolmaster and the teachers, commenced, a sedate parish gossip, whilst Bill trotted behind, wondering whether any possible or impossible business would take one of them his way. But when the turning point was reached, the Rector destroyed all his hopes. 198 None of us go your way, I think, said he, as lightly as if there were no grievance in the case however, it s not far. Good night, my different types of masks we wear boy And so with a volley of good nights, the cheerful voices passed on up the village. Bill stood till they had quite died away, and then when all was silent, he turned into the lane. The cold night wind crept into his ears, and made uncomfortable noises among the trees, and blew clouds over the face of the moon. He almost wished that there were no moon. The shifting shadows under his feet, and the sudden patches of light on unexpected objects, startled him, and he thought he should have felt less frightened if it had been quite dark. Once he ran for a bit, then he resolved to be brave, then to be reasonable he repeated scraps of lessons, hymns, and last Sunday s Collect, to divert and compose his mind and as this plan seemed to answer, he determined to go through the Catechism, both question and answer, which he hoped might carry him to the end of his unpleasant journey. He had just asked hims.but as it is, one might as well go about in a wild beast caravan. Godfather Time frowned, but shook his glass all the same, and away they went at a famous pace. All at once 3m face mask 9332 they came to a stop. Now for it, says Melchior here goes one at any rate. 29 Time called out the name of the second brother over his shoulder and the boy stood up, and bade his brothers and sisters good bye. It is time that I began to push my way in the world, said he, and passed out of the coach, and in among the crowd. You have taken the only quiet boy, said Melchior to the godfather angrily. Drive fast now, for pity s sake and let us get rid of the tiresome ones. And fast enough they drove, and dropped first one and then the other but the sisters, and the reading boy, and the youngest still remained. What are you looking at said Melchior to the lame sister. At a strange figure in the crowd, she answered. I see nothing, said Melchior. But on looking again after a while, he did see a figure wrapped in a cloak, gliding in and out among the people, unnoticed, if not unseen. Who is it Melchior asked of the godfather. A friend of mine, Time answered. His name is Death. Melchior shuddered, more especially as the figure had now come up to the coach, and put its hand in through the window, on which, to his 30 horror, the lame sister laid hers and smiled. At this moment 3m face mask 9332 the coach stopped. What are you doing shrieked Melchior, Drive on drive on But even while he sprang up to seize the check string the door had opened, the pale sister s face a little paler now had dropped upon the shoulder of the figure in the cloak, 3m performance respirator p100 and he had carried her away and Melchior stormed and raved in vain. To take her, and to leave the rest Cruel cruel In his rage and grief, he hardly knew it when the untidy brother was called, and putting his book under his arm, slipped out of the coach without looking to the right or left. Presently the coach stopped again and when Melchior looked up the door was open, and at it was the fine man on the fine horse, who was lifting the sister on to the saddle before him. What fool s game are you playing said Melchior, angrily. I know that man. He is both ill tempered and a bad character. You never told her so before, muttered young Hop o my Thumb. Hold your tongue, said Melchior. I forbade her to talk to him, which was enough. I don t want to leave you but he cares for 31 me, and you don t, sobbed the sister and she was carried away. When she had gone, the youngest brother slid down from his corner and came up to Melchior. We are alone now, Brother, he said let us be good friends. May I sit on the front seat with you, and have half the rug I will be very good and polite, and will have nothing more to do with those fellows, if you will talk to.
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He could not utter a word a mist 104 began to come before his eyes, through which the Burgomaster s head seemed to bob up and down, and then his father s, and his mother s, and Marie s, with a look of pity on her face. He tried to tell her that he was now a great man and felt quite happy but, unfortunately, was only able to burst into tears, and then to burst out laughing, and then a sharp pain shot through his head, and he remembered no more. Friedrich had a dim consciousness of n 95 mask coming round after this, and being put to bed then he fell asleep, and slept heavily. When he woke Marie was sitting by his side, and it was dark. The mother had gone downstairs, she said, and she had taken her place. Friedrich lay silent for a bit at last he said, I am very happy, Marie. I am very glad, dearest. Dost thou think father will let the Burgomaster give me a good education, Marie Yes, dear, I am sure he will. It is very kind, said Friedrich, thoughtfully for I know he wants me for the business. But I will help him some day. n95 2 And, Marie, I will be a good man, and when I am very rich I will do n95 resperators block out all smoke give great alms to the poor. 105 Thou wilt be a good man before thou art a rich one, I trust, said his dogmatic sister. We are accepted in that we have, and not in that we have not. Thou hast great talent, and wilt give it to the Lord, whether He make thee rich or no. Wilt thou not, dearest What dost thou mean, Marie Am I never to write anything but hymns No, no, I do not mean that, she said. I am very ignorant and cannot rightly explain it to thee, little brother. But genius is a great and perilous gift and, oh, Friedrich Friedrich promise me just this that thou wilt never, never write anything against the faith or the teaching of the Saviour, and that thou wilt 3m face mask 9332 never use the graces of poetry to cover the hideousness of any of those sins which it is the work of a lifetime to see justly, and to fight against manfully. Promise me just this. Oh, Marie to think tha.ern ghostly stories is apparent in The Haunted Orchard, by Richard Le Gallienne, for this prose poem has an appeal of tenderness rather than of terror. And everybody who has had affection for a dog will appreciate the pathos of the little sketch, by Myla J. Closser, At the Gate. The dog appears more frequently as a ghost than does any other animal, perhaps because man feels that he is nearer the human, though the horse is as intelligent and as much beloved. There is an innate pathos about a dog somehow, that makes his appearance in ghostly form more credible and sympathetic, while the ghost of any other animal would tend to have a comic connotation. Other animals in fiction have power of magic notably the cat but they don t appear as spirits. But the dog is seen as a pathetic symbol of faithfulness, as a tragic sufferer, or as a terrible revenge ghost. Dogs may come singly or in groups Edith Wharton has five of different sorts in Kerfol or in packs, as in Eden Phillpotts s Another Little Heath Hound. An illuminating instance of the power of fiction over human faith is furnished by the case of Arthur Machen s The Bowmen, included here. This story it is which started the whole tissue of legendry concerning supernatural aid given the allied armies during the war. This purely fictitious account of an angel army that saved the day at Mons was so vivid that its readers accepted it as truth and obstinately clung to that idea in the face of Mr. Machen s persistent and bewildered explanations 3m face mask 9332 that he had invented the whole thing. Editors wrote leading articles about it, ministers preached sermons on it, and the general public preferred to believe in the Mons angels rather than in Arthur Machen. Mr. Machen has shown himself an artist in the supernatural, one whom 3m face mask 9332 his generation has not been discerning enough to appreciate. Some of his material is painfully morbid, but his pen is magic and his inkwell holds many dark secrets. In this collection I have attempted to include specimens of a few of the distinctive types of modern ghosts, as well as to show the art of individual stories. Examples of the humorous ghosts are omitted here, as a number of them will be brought together in Humorous Ghost Stories, the companion volume to this. The ghost lover who reads these pages will think of others that he would like to see included for 3m p3 face mask I believe that readers are more passionately attached to their own favorite ghost tales than to any other form of literature. But critics will admit the manifest impossibility of bringing together in one volume all the famous examples of the art. Some of the well known tales, particularly the older ones on which copyright has expired, have been reprinted so often as to be almost hackneyed, while others.