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And there’s He Is . big 
and hearty and -wus to send thrills 
down other folk’s backs. How would 
they know he was strong he-man 
stuff if he didn’t tell them so? He 
gets the children about him and tells 
them ghost stories, blood curdling 
ghost stories. “And a long bony aim 
without body or even the shadow of 
body reached out of the darkness and 
clutched him. He couldn’t push It off. 
His hand slipped right through It, yet 
It clutched with Icy fingers on nls 
throat. Slowly, slowly." 
“Bill.” calls mother half laughing, 
half protesting, "Don’t frighten thOBe 
children with your awful stories. You 
know there’s not a word of truth in 
them. They’re awful." 
“He isn’t scaring us, mom. We 
aren't afraid. Go on, Uncle Bill. What 
happened then? Did he choke him or 
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And Uncle Bill pleased by the ap- 
plause goes on with his thrilling tale, 
right on to the frozen end. The chil- 
dren draw a long breath and stretch 
themselves and draw closer to the 
fireside. The youngest boy gets close 
to his mother In the circle of lamp 
light. “No, I’m not scared, mother. 
Ghosts don’t really happen, do they?” 
And that night he cannot sleep and 
AUNT HET 
By BOBKBT QC1UJU* 
