And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales this is your host John

Haggadorn today as we're getting closer to Halloween we offer the lost ghost

by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman. This story first appeared in 1903 in the collection,

the wind in the rose bush, and other stories of the supernatural.

And now, the Lost Ghost.

Mrs. John Emerson sitting with her needlework beside the window, looked out and saw Mrs. Road of Meserve coming down the the street and knew at once by the trend of her

steps and the can't of her head that she meditated turning in at her gate. She

also knew by a certain something about her general carriage, the thrusting forward of the neck,

a bustling hitch of the shoulders, that she had important news.

Rotem, sir, always had the news as soon as the news was in being, and generally Mrs. John Emerson was the first to whom she imparted it.

The two women had been friends ever since Mrs. Maseerv had married Simon Missourve and come to the village to live.

Mrs. Missourve was a pretty woman, moving with graceful plirts of ruffling skirts.

Her clear-cut, nervous face as delicately tinted as a shell looked brightly from the

plumey brim of a black hat at Mrs Emerson in the window. Mrs Emerson was glad to

see her coming. She returned the greeting with enthusiasm, then Rose

hurriedly, ran into the cold parlor and brought out one of the best rocking chairs. She was

just in time after drawing it up beside the opposite window to greet her friend of the door.

Good afternoon, said she. I declare I'm real glad to see you. I've been alone all day. John went to the city this

morning. I thought of coming over to your house this afternoon but I couldn't bring

my sewing very well. I'm putting the ruffles on my new black dress skirt.

Well, I didn't have a thing on hand except my crochet work, responded Mrs. Meserve, and I thought I'd just run over a few minutes.

I'm real glad you did. and I thought I'd just run over a few minutes.

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