Today | News | Books | Recipes Adventure | Science Fiction | Ghost stories | Poetry | Children | History BookThe Project Gutenberg eBook of The sociable ghost This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title: The sociable ghost Being the adventures of a reporter who was invited by the sociable ghost to a grand banquet, ball, and convention under the ground of old Trinity churchyard. A true tale of the things he saw and did not see while he was not there. Author: Olive Harper Illustrator: Thomas McIlvaine A. W. Schwartz Release date: August 26, 2025 [eBook #76737] Language: English Original publication: New York: J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 1903 Other information and formats: www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/76737 Credits: William McGovern *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SOCIABLE GHOST *** [Illustration: North porch of Trinity Church, and the first meeting of the sociable ghost and the newspaper man.] THE SOCIABLE GHOST. BEING THE ADVENTURES OF A REPORTER WHO WAS INVITED BY THE SOCIABLE GHOST TO A GRAND BANQUET, BALL, AND CONVENTION UNDER THE GROUND OF OLD TRINITY CHURCHYARD. A TRUE TALE OF THE THINGS HE SAW AND DID NOT SEE WHILE HE WAS NOT THERE. WRITTEN DOWN BY OLIVE HARPER AND ANOTHER. ILLUSTRATED BY THOMAS MCILVAINE AND A. W. SCHWARTZ. "The breezy call of incense breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed: The cock's shrill clarion or the echoing horn No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed." (COPYRIGHT 1903, BY J. S. Ogilvie Publishing Company.) NEW YORK: J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 57 ROSE STREET. *** TABLE OF CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNING OF THE ACQUAINTANCE 9 CHAPTER II. THE REPORTER MEETS THE LEADER OF THE FOUR HUNDRED 46 CHAPTER III. THE GAMBLER'S PENANCE 59 CHAPTER IV. THE MENDED GHOST 78 CHAPTER V. THE PRINCESS FROM EGYPT 91 CHAPTER VI. THE GHOSTS TELL STORIES, AND COMPARE NOTES 141 CHAPTER VIII. THE GRAND BALL, CONVENTION AND END OF IT ALL 203 *** LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. North porch of Trinity Church, and the first meeting of the sociable ghost and the newspaper man Frontispiece "Drat that toe! I'm sure I broke it off" 33 "I flatter myself that the decorations are fine" 54 "Did you say that to me?" 62 "I won't play if such favoritism is shown" 76 The mended ghost 79 "But you must join us" 87 "Forget it, forget it!" 95 The Princess Shep 109 With a smile of ineffable sweetness she vanished 120 "Don't rouse the sleeping lion" 122 "I found her sitting at the piano" 154 They had evidently found the buffet 166 The dance and cake walk 178 N.B.-While other books have pictures "taken from life," it should be noticed that those In this book are taken from death. *** DEDICATION. To all who are able to read between the lines, and understand the real purpose and meaning of this book, it is dedicated with the sincere friendship of the authors. *** CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNING OF THE ACQUAINTANCE At the northwestern end of Trinity Church stands a clump of bushes under a tree, and lying under both bushes and tree is a large, flat stone with the inscription quite effaced. It is the entrance to one of the old family vaults. Beneath this dense shrubbery in the darkness at night sat a young man. The hour was so late that even in that busy neighborhood the lights were few and far between, except in the tall newspaper offices up the street. Few people could be seen on the great thoroughfare which but a few hours before had been so animated. Stillness reigned save for the occasional train of cars now and then whizzing by at the back, and the Broadway cars shooting along at great and uninterrupted speed in front. The young man was not ill nor out of employ, as the notebook and pencils in his pocket would show. Yet he was plainly out of sorts with everything. A little dog came sniffing around him and he kicked it viciously, and a starved kitten crept timidly up to him, whereat he picked a piece of stone from the slab and threw it at the little creature which, frightened, scampered away in the darkness. Aroused thus from his reverie, the young man looked and felt more miserable than ever. He was surprised at himself, for this was the first time in his life that he had ever made a movement to harm an animal. His conscience pricked him and he did not like the sensation. From all this it may be inferred that the young man was in love, and that was the truth; and worse than all, the girl of his choice was now as unattainable as one of the stars in the Milky Way. First of all, she was the only daughter of a millionaire, and secondly, she was to be married the next day to an impecunious nobleman from sunny France. Thirdly, she had eyes only for the grand title. And that was why this young man sat alone in the darkest corner of Trinity churchyard, kicking dogs and stoning cats. That very day his chief had given him an assignment to go and write a description of the wedding presents. He had turned in his copy, and not waiting to find out if there was anything else to do, went out, and with the instinct of a hurt dog, had chosen the darkest spot he knew of, and had crept down to this place, which even in daylight is gloomy, prepared to suffer as much as he wished to, unknown to anyone. If he went home he must see his adoring mother. He was not prepared for that. He felt that he could not bear the scrutiny of her soft but penetrating glance until he had gotten over the worst. He knew well that she would see his trouble, even though he said no word, and that she would wait for him to speak. But, even this unspoken sympathy was more than he could endure. He intended to fight it out alone, now and in the darkness, shut out from human kind and curious scrutiny. A fine old pipe and a paper of tobacco, not yet opened, and a box of matches were in his pocket, but he was in no mood for the soothing influence of the weed. In another pocket was a flask of good whiskey which he always carried for such emergencies as might arise in his profession as a reporter, but it was full and untouched. He had forgotten that he had it. The noises of the great city were settling down to a soft hum as it approached midnight. The trains and electric cars were fewer now, while the throbbing of the newspaper presses away up on Park Row sounded clear and distinct in his ears as the other noises ceased. The sweet calm of a mild May night fell unconsciously upon him and brought with it a feeling almost of resignation. Suddenly he became aware that he was not alone. Amazed and bewildered, he saw that the old graveyard was waking up, and that from every grave issued a shade which took form as |