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said motu; . 
And there's rie Is big 
and liearty and Ij! os to send ttollls 
down other folk’s hacks. How ■rould 
they know he was strong he^an 
stuff If he didn’t tell them soH He 
gets the children about him and'lellS' 
them ghost stories, blood curAlng 
ghost stories. "And a long bony^i-m 
without body or even the shadow of 
body reached out of the darknes^nd 
clutched him. He couldn’t push tfloff. 
His hand slipped right through it J yet 
it clutched with Icy fingers on^hls 
throat. Slowly, slowly." ' i 
"Bill.” calls mother half laughing, 
half protesting. "Don’t frighten liose 
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. IWe 
aren’t afraid. Go on. Uncle Bill. What 
happened then? Did he choke him or 
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seeing 
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what?’ 
■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 soared, mother. 
Ghosts don’t really happen, do they?" 
And that night he cannot sleep and 
AUNT HET 
By BOB^T auXLI^ 
