The sanatorium job was finished in a week. I secured one hundred and two superior spectral specimens, and upon my return to the laboratory, put them up in heavily embossed tins with attractive labels in colors.
My delight at the outcome of this business was, however, soon transformed to anger and indignation. The proprietor of the health resort, having found that the specters from his place had been sold, claimed a rebate upon the contract price equal to the value of the modified ghosts transferred to my possession. This, of course, I could not allow. I wrote, demanding immediate payment according to our agreement, and this was peremptorily refused. The manager"s letter was insulting in the extreme. The Pied Piper of Hamelin was not worse treated than I felt myself to be; so, like the piper, I determined to have my revenge.
I got out the twelve tanks of Waterloo ghost-hash from the storerooms, and treated them with radium for two days. These I shipped to the Catskills billed as hydrogen gas. Then, accompanied by two trustworthy a.s.sistants, I went to the sanatorium and preferred my demand for payment in person. I was ejected with contumely. Before my hasty exit, however, I had the satisfaction of noticing that the building was filled with patients. Languid ladies were seated in wicker chairs upon the piazzas, and frail anemic girls filled the corridors. It was a hospital of nervous wrecks whom the slightest disturbance would throw into a panic.
I suppressed all my finer feelings of mercy and kindness and smiled grimly as I walked back to the village.
That night was black and lowering, fitting weather for the pandemonium I was about to turn loose. At ten o"clock, I loaded a wagon with the tanks of compressed cohorts, and, m.u.f.fled in heavy overcoats, we drove to the sanatorium. All was silent as we approached; all was dark. The wagon concealed in a grove of pines, we took out the tanks one by one, and placed them beneath the ground-floor windows. The sashes were easily forced open, and raised enough to enable us to insert the rubber tubes connected with the iron reservoirs. At midnight everything was ready.
I gave the word, and my a.s.sistants ran from tank to tank, opening the stopc.o.c.ks. With a hiss as of escaping steam the huge vessels emptied themselves, vomiting forth clouds of vapor, which, upon contact with the air, coagulated into strange shapes as the white of an egg does when dropped into boiling water. The rooms became instantly filled with dismembered shades of men and horses seeking wildly to unite themselves with their proper parts.
Legs ran down the corridors, seeking their respective trunks, arms writhed wildly reaching for missing bodies, heads rolled hither and yon in search of native necks. Horses" tails and hoofs whisked and hurried in quest of equine ownership until, reorganized, the spectral steeds galloped about to find their riders.
Had it been possible, I would have stopped this riot of wraiths long ere this, for it was more awful than I had antic.i.p.ated, but it was already too late. Cowering in the garden, I began to hear the screams of awakened and distracted patients. In another moment, the front door of the hotel was burst open, and a mob of hysterical women in expensive nightgowns rushed out upon the lawn, and huddled in shrieking groups.
I fled into the night.
I fled, but Napoleon"s men fled with me. Compelled by I know not what fatal astral attraction, perhaps the subtle affinity of the creature for the creator, the spectral sh.e.l.ls, moved by some mysterious mechanics of spiritual being, pursued me with fatuous fury. I sought refuge, first, in my laboratory, but, even as I approached, a lurid glare foretold me of its destruction. As I drew nearer, the whole ghost-factory was seen to be in flames; every moment crackling reports were heard, as the over-heated tins of phantasmagoria exploded and threw their supernatural contents upon the night. These liberated ghosts joined the army of Napoleon"s outraged warriors, and turned upon me. There was not enough formaldybrom in all the world to quench their fierce energy. There was no place in all the world safe for me from their visitation. No ghost-extinguisher was powerful enough to lay the host of spirits that haunted me henceforth, and I had neither time nor money left with which to construct new Gatling quick-firing tanks.
It is little comfort to me to know that one hundred nervous invalids were completely restored to health by means of the terrific shock which I administered.
"DEY AIN"T NO GHOSTS"
BY ELLIS PARKER BUTLER
From the _Century Magazine_, November, 1911. By permission of the Century Company and Ellis Parker Butler.
"Dey Ain"t No Ghosts"
BY ELLIS PARKER BUTLER
Once "pon a time dey was a li"l" black boy whut he name was Mose. An"
whin he come erlong to be "bout knee-high to a mewel, he "gin to git powerful "fraid ob ghosts, "ca"se dat am sure a mighty ghostly location whut he lib" in, "ca"se dey "s a grabeyard in de hollow, an" a buryin"-ground on de hill, an" a cemuntary in betwixt an" between, an"
dey ain"t nuffin" but trees nowhar excipt in de clearin" by de shanty an" down de hollow whar de pumpkin-patch am.
An" whin de night come erlong, dey ain"t no sounds _at_ all whut kin be heard in dat locality but de rain-doves, whut mourn out, "Oo-_oo_-o-o-o!" jes dat trembulous _an"_ scary, an" de owls, whut mourn out, "Whut-_whoo_-o-o-o!" more trembulous an" scary dan dat, an" de wind, whut mourn out, "You-_you_-o-o-o!" mos" scandalous" trembulous an"
scary ob all. Dat a powerful onpleasant locality for a li"l" black boy whut he name was Mose.
"Ca"se dat li"l" black boy he so specially black he can"t be seen in de dark _at_ all "cept by de whites ob he eyes. So whin he go" outen de house _at_ night, he ain"t dast shut he eyes, "ca"se den ain"t n.o.body can see him in de least. He jes as invidsible as nuffin". An" who know"
but whut a great, big ghost b.u.mp right into him "ca"se it can"t see him?
An" dat sh.o.r.e w"u"d scare dat li"l" black boy powerful" bad, "ca"se yever"body knows whut a cold, damp pussonality a ghost is.
So whin dat li"l" black Mose go" outen de shanty at night, he keep" he eyes wide open, you may be sh.o.r.e. By day he eyes "bout de size ob b.u.t.ter-pats, an" come sundown he eyes "bout de size ob saucers; but whin he go" outen de shanty at night, he eyes am de size ob de white chiny plate whut set on de mantel; an" it powerful" hard to keep eyes whut am de size ob dat from a-winkin" an" a-blinkin".
So whin Hallowe"en come" erlong, dat li"l" black Mose he jes mek" up he mind he ain"t gwine outen he shack _at_ all. He cogitate he gwine stay right snug in de shack wid he pa an" he ma, "ca"se de rain-doves tek notice dat de ghosts are philanderin" roun" de country, "ca"se dey mourn out, "Oo-_oo_-o-o-o!" an" de owls dey mourn out, "Whut-_whoo_-o-o-o!"
an" de wind mourn out, "You-_you_-o-o-o!" De eyes ob dat li"l" black Mose dey as big as de white chiny plate whut set on de mantel by side de clock, an" de sun jes a-settin".
So dat all right. Li"l" black Mose he scrooge" back in de corner by de fireplace, an" he "low" he gwine stay dere till he gwine _to_ bed. But byme-by Sally Ann, whut live" up de road, draps in, an" Mistah Sally Ann, whut is her husban", he draps in, an" Zack Badget an" de school-teacher whut board" at Unc" Silas Diggs"s house drap in, an" a powerful lot ob folks drap in. An" li"l" black Mose he seen dat gwine be one s"prise-party, an" he right down cheerful "bout dat.
So all dem folks shake dere hands an" "low "Howdy," an" some ob dem say: "Why, dere"s li"l" Mose! Howdy, li"l" Mose?" An" he so please" he jes grin" an" grin", "ca"se he ain"t reckon whut gwine happen. So byme-by Sally Ann, whut live up de road, she say", "Ain"t no sort o" Hallowe"en lest we got a jack-o"-lantern." An" de school-teacher, whut board at Unc" Silas Diggs"s house, she "low", "Hallowe"en jes no Hallowe"en _at_ all "thout we got a jack-o"-lantern." An" li"l" black Mose he stop"
a-grinnin", an" he scrooge" so far back in de corner he "mos" scrooge frough de wall. But dat ain"t no use, "ca"se he ma say", "Mose, go on down to de pumpkin-patch an" fotch a pumpkin."
"I ain"t want to go," say" li"l" black Mose.
"Go on erlong wid yo"," say" he ma, right commandin".
"I ain"t want to go," say" Mose ag"in.
"Why ain"t yo" want to go?" he ma ask".
""Ca"se I"s afraid ob de ghosts," say" li"l" black Mose, an" dat de particular truth an" no mistake.
"Dey ain"t no ghosts," say" de school-teacher, whut board at Unc" Silas Diggs"s house, right peart.
""Co"se dey ain"t no ghosts," say" Zack Badget, whut dat "fear"d ob ghosts he ain"t dar" come to li"l" black Mose"s house ef de school-teacher ain"t ercompany him.
"Go "long wid your ghosts!" say li"l" black Mose"s ma.
"Wha" yo" pick up dat nomsense?" say" he pa. "Dey ain"t no ghosts."
An" dat whut all dat s"prise-party "low: dey ain"t no ghosts. An" dey "low dey mus" hab a jack-o"-lantern or de fun all sp"iled. So dat li"l"
black boy whut he name is Mose he done got to fotch a pumpkin from de pumpkin-patch down de hollow. So he step"outen de shanty an" he stan" on de doorstep twell he get" he eyes pried open as big as de bottom ob he ma"s wash-tub, mostly, an" he say", "Dey ain"t no ghosts." An" he put"
one foot on de ground, an" dat was de fust step.
An" de rain-dove say", "OO-_oo_-o-o-o!"
An" li"l" black Mose he tuck anudder step.
An" de owl mourn" out, "Whut-_whoo_-o-o-o!"
An" li"l" black Mose he tuck anudder step.
An" de wind sob" out, "You-_you_-o-o-o!"
An" li"l" black Mose he tuck one look ober he shoulder, an" he shut he eyes so tight dey hurt round de aidges, an" he pick" up he foots an"
run. Yas, sah, he run" right peart fast. An" he say": "Dey ain"t no ghosts. Dey ain"t no ghosts." An" he run" erlong de paff whut lead" by de buryin"-ground on de hill, "ca"se dey ain"t no fince eround dat buryin"-ground _at_ all.
No fince; jes" de big trees whut de owls an" de rain-doves sot in an"
mourn an" sob, an" whut de wind sigh an" cry frough. An byme-by somefin"
jes" _brush_" li"l" Mose on de arm, which mek" him run jes a bit more faster. An" byme-by somefin" jes brush" li"l" Mose on de cheek, which mek" him run erbout as fast as he can. An" byme-by somefin" grab" li"l"
Mose by de aidge of he coat, an" he fight" an" struggle" an" cry out: "Dey ain"t no ghosts. Dey ain"t no ghosts." An" dat ain"t nuffin" but de wild brier whut grab" him, an" dat ain"t nuffin" but de leaf ob a tree whut brush" he cheek, an" dat ain"t nuffin" but de branch ob a hazel-bush whut brush" he arm. But he downright scared jes de same, an"
he ain"t lose no time, "ca"se de wind an" de owls an" de rain-doves dey signerfy whut ain"t no good. So he scoot" past dat buryin"-ground whut on de hill, an" dat cemuntary whut betwixt an" between, an" dat grabeyard in de hollow, twell he come" to de pumpkin-patch, an" he rotch" down an" tek" erhold ob de bestest pumpkin whut in de patch. An"