A Book of Ghosts. S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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       PREFACE

       A BOOK OF GHOSTS

       JEAN BOUCHON

       POMPS AND VANITIES

       THEN THE BRIDE PUT BACK HER VEIL, AND BETTY, STUDYING THE WHITE FACE, SAW THAT THIS ACTUALLY WAS NOT HERSELF; IT WAS HER DEAD SISTER LETICE.

       McALISTER

       THE LEADEN RING

       HER HAT WAS BLOWN OFF, AND NEXT INSTANT A DETONATION RANG THROUGH HER HEAD AS THOUGH A GUN HAD BEEN FIRED INTO HER EAR.

       THE MOTHER OF PANSIES

       THE RED-HAIRED GIRL

       A WIFE'S STORY

       A PROFESSIONAL SECRET

       IF HE WENT OUT FOR A WALK THEY TROTTED FORTH WITH HIM, SOME BEFORE, SOME FOLLOWING.

       H. P.

       GLÁMR

       COLONEL HALIFAX'S GHOST STORY

       THE MEREWIGS

       THE "BOLD VENTURE"

       MUSTAPHA

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       "YOU LET THAT MUSTAPHA COME IN, AND TRY AND STICK HIS KNIFE INTO ME."

       LITTLE JOE GANDER

       "MAMMY," SAID HE, "MAMMY, MY VIOLIN COST THREE SHILLINGS AND SIXPENCE, AND I CAN'T MAKE IT PLAY NOWAYS."

       A DEAD FINGER

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       BLACK RAM

       A HAPPY RELEASE

       "I BELIEVE THAT THEY ARE TALKING GOODY-GOODY."

       THE 9.30 UP-TRAIN

       ON THE LEADS

       AUNT JOANNA

       SHE THRUST HER HAND INTO THE TEAPOT AND DREW FORTH THE COINS, ONE BY ONE, AND ROLLED THEM ALONG THE TABLE.

       THE WHITE FLAG

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      Some of the stories in this volume have already appeared in print. "The Red-haired Girl" in The Windsor Magazine; "Colonel Halifax's Ghost Story" in The Illustrated English Magazine; "Glámr" I told in my Iceland: Its Scenes and Sagas, published in 1863, and long ago out of print. "The Bold Venture" appeared in The Graphic; "The 9.30 Up-train" as long ago as 1853 in Once a Week.

A BOOK OF GHOSTS

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JEAN BOUCHON

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      I was in Orléans a good many years ago. At the time it was my purpose to write a life of Joan of Arc, and I considered it advisable to visit the scenes of her exploits, so as to be able to give to my narrative some local colour.

      But I did not find Orléans answer to my expectations. It is a dull town, very modern in appearance, but with that measly and decrepit look which is so general in French towns. There was a Place Jeanne d'Arc, with an equestrian statue of her in the midst, flourishing a banner. There was the house that the Maid had occupied after the taking of the city, but, with the exception of the walls and rafters, it had undergone so much alteration and modernisation as to have lost its interest. A museum of memorials of la Pucelle had been formed, but possessed no genuine relics, only arms and tapestries of a later date.

      The