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It was a wet, dismal evening, and the com¬ 
pany were dismal too. Katie was sick again, 
and Callahan had gone to G-. He came i n 
late, weary and dripping. Ere he had time to 
replace his wet coat with the dry one Mrs. Mar- 
ben brought, the door opened and the female 
portrait of the west room glided in, pale and 
noiseless. 
jC Allah an stepped forward, the phantom 
looked affrighted, and glided out quietly; Cal¬ 
lahan followed and shut the door. It was a 
race as tor life, hut Callahan heat, and, at the 
door of the west-room, clasped Katie’s lithe 
figure in his arms. 
“Now, Kattie,” he said, depreeatingly. 
“Let me go, Dennis,— Mr. Callahan I 
mean.” 
“No, you mean Dennis, hut I won’t let you 
go till you promise to he Mrs. Callahan. I 
love you dearly, as you know already.” 
Katie laid her curly head down on Calla¬ 
han’s bosom, and wound her arms round his 
neck. 
“Dear Dennis!” 
They forgot the wet and discomfort, of the 
night, forgot the anxiety of the good people be¬ 
low, forgot all save that there were two people 
in the world, Katie Cardeen and Dennis Cal¬ 
lahan, and they two loved each other. Sitting 
on the lounge in the west-end room they talked 
until the clock struck one, and Captain Mar- 
ben came to the room, caudle in hand, calling 
anxiously, 
“Mr. Callahan, are you here?” 
“ Yes sir, safe and sound. Come in.” 
“And the ghost?” 
“I’ve laid the ghost, captain, and now I claim 
my pay." 
“Good gracious!” exclaimed the captain, 
scanning Katie, “who is this?” 
He advanced cautiously, and held the candle 
close up to her face, 
“Callahan, in the name of all that’s won¬ 
derful, what does this mean ?” 
“It means that ‘witch Katie’ is one of the 
ghosts, as 1 suspected all aloDg, and I believe the 
other was your son Walter ; to which of them 
I am indebted for my complexion of a fortnight 
ago, and my cropped hair, they can best tell 
themselves.” 
“The young villians! What on earth put it 
into your heads?" 
Katie hung her head aud was silent. 
“Who blacked Mr. Callahan’s face, girl?” 
“I put copperas in the water, and nut-galls 
cn the towel, in revenge for that paper he made 
us nil sign, binding us to "— 
Callahan laughed; “and my lost curls, 
Katie, what of them ?” 
Katie blushed; “ W'alter cut them off.” 
“ How did he do it, without waking me.” 
“I gave Walter a nandkerchief saturated 
with chloroform; ho threw it over your face 
when you were sleeping.” 
“Why, Katie, wbat it ft had killed me! You 
know it does, sometimes ?" 
Katie grasped his arm, with a horrified look. 
“Oh! I i.<*vor thought of that. Whni if it 
had ?—what a wicked girl I am!” 
“And the pane of glass, Katie,” said the 
captain. 
“Here it is captain," and Callahan drew 
out a roll of adhesive plaster and glass. 
“You see she plastered this on the window, 
and then gave it a rap. Of course you found no 
pieces, for she had it in her pocket.” 
“Who spoke behind my chair?” 
“ I am a little of a ventriloquist.” 
“Well, but Katie, you should not, the ser¬ 
vants are frightened, and the guests are in a tre¬ 
mor. Why did yon?” 
“ I guess Just for mischief and revenge.” 
“ Captain I claim the fulfillment of your pre¬ 
mise.” said Callahan, stepping back and put¬ 
ting his arm round Katie. 
“O ho! that’s it, is it? Well, Dennis, do 
yon think you can manage her? Now Katie 
go, and don’t have the headache for a week at 
least.” 
There was a wedding at Knockavallock that 
day two weeks, and the same day Walter gave 
bis unde the false key he had made for their 
mischief. 
Katie proved quite a model wife, and was 
never again known to play ghost. 
“ Follow me, follow me!” Callahan sprang 
up and foUowd, hut saw nothing, searched all 
the hall but. in vain, and returned discomfited to 
his eoat, 
“ I shall not live in this house another year,” 
said Mr. Marben. 
“ I beg pardon for my demand, but what will 
you give me to lay that ghost ?” 
“I’ll get you au appointment, Callahan.” 
“ And I,” said the captain “ will ”— 
“Hold, captain, my terms with you shall he 
private; if you agree to them I’ll wager my 
dapple gray, in Mr. Marben’ s stable, that I’ll 
bring all things right.” 
A malicious gleam shot thawart Katie’s face; 
which did not escape Callahan’s notice, and 
he freasured it up among his circumstantial 
evidence. 
That evening Callahan brought in a folded 
paper, which he requested them to sigu, the 
captain assuring them that the contents were 
all right. All had signed but Katie, and Cal¬ 
lahan was putting it away when she said, 
pettishly, 
“I can write too, Mr. Callahan.” 
His gravity almost forsook him, as she took 
the pen and wrote in a fine hand, “ Katie Cah- 
I>EEN,” and a look of triumph sat on his face as 
he put the paper away in his breast pocket. 
The next morning he missed it, bnt found it 
by the wash-stand. “Ha! the ghost has paid 
me a visit,” said he quietly. 
I am ashamed to tell it, hut Callahan had 
overslept himself that morning, and was awak¬ 
ened by the breakfast bell. lie washed hastily, 
brushed his hair, without‘looking in the glass, 
and ran down stairs. Breakfast was scarcely 
half through, when Katie looked at him in sur¬ 
prise and exclaimed: 
“ Why, Mr. Callahan, where have you been ? 
You look like a Brownie!” 
The rest turned their eyes the same way, and 
were filled with consternation. Callahan’s 
face, neck, and bands were a beautiful brownish 
black. He rushed to the mirror and held up his 
hands in amazement, ejaculating some phrases 
more expressive than polite. Captain Marben 
had been absent from breakfast, and when he 
came he met Callahan in the hall, stared at 
the 6trange negro, and would have passed on; 
but, as Callahan spoke, the voice arrested 
him, and he burst into an uproarious fit of 
laughter — 
“Why Callahan, what has changed you into 
adarkie? Did you do it yourself?” 
“ Copperas ar.d nut-galls will do the same for 
any one —the ghost paid me a visit and this is 
the effect.” 
“ Do give up that mad scheme of yours, 
Dennis 1” 
“ Never, captain!” 
Katie happened to pass just at that moment, 
and Callahan gave her a savage glance, at 
which she elevated her black brows inquiringly. 
A few days passed, with no repetition of the 
ghostly visits, still 6trange noises were heard; 
the black was wea Vng off Callahan’s face, and 
he showed the cap Rln a revolver, saying that be 
was not afraid of (AUiost now. 
The next morM^Pwthe top curls of his head 
wherein he much "lighted were shorn, and he 
vowed vengeance. 
That evening he seated himself near Katie, 
who had always received him with more freedom 
than &he accorded to the other gentlemen. 
Drawing his chair near hers he said in a low 
tone — 
“Miss Katie, will you join me in the ghost 
adventure?” 
“ What! to get a complexion like yours, and 
lose my hair?” 
“I don’t think there is any danger of that,— 
besides the color is wearing off.” 
“ Well, I have no objection,—what do you 
propose to do ?” 
“Come out on the balcony, and I will tell 
you.” 
“Oh! no.” 
“ Why not?” 
“ I am afraid of the ghost.” 
“Nonsense! You are the only cool one, 
when the rest are excited. Come, there is a 
superb passion-flower in the conservatory.” 
“ 0, then I will go!” and away they went, out 
into the cool balcony. 
“ Katie, do you see the moon ?” 
“Yes, what ol it?” 
“Isn’t It beautiful?” 
“ Not particularly.” 
“ Come look «t this flower, Katie, —of what 
does it remind you?” 
“ Of a large China aster.” 
“ Oh for shame! Where did your parents re¬ 
side, Miss Katie?” 
The question Btung the girl, and she retroated 
a pace or two, facing Callahan. 
“Sir, my parents, my parent’s sins, or myself, 
are nothing to you.” 
Callahan advanced and caught her, held her 
tight for a moment, and said : 
“ Witch Katie, you are all the world to me.” 
He carried her to the door, set her inside and 
turned back, just as a flaming meteor blazed for 
a moment in the sky, and then shot athwart the 
horizon with unearthly brilliancy. Callahan 
leaned on the railing and watched the course of 
the falling star, till it disappeared as if quenched 
in the sea. “ I am a fool,” thought he; “she 
has me in her power, and what tricks she will 
play!” 
A crash was heard, and Callahan rushed 
down stairs, to find the whole company, Katie 
among them, examining a pane, almost bereft 
of its glass,—yet not a piece to he found, out¬ 
side or inside. He crowded up close in the 
throng, and with a dexterity worthy a pupil of 
Fagan, picked Katie’s pocket of something. 
Ti e performances ceased for about a week, 
when Callahan was once more restored to his 
natural color. Katie still held him aloof, 
though he thought he saw something in her eyes 
which led him to hope, he scarcely knew what. 
been for the monotony of her life at Knockaval¬ 
lock. The rest of the visitors did not arrive till 
two weeks after Captain Marben, and the time 
hung heavily ou her hands. One day she asked 
Mr. Marben for the key of the west-end room. 
Taking it off the bunch, he said, 
“ Don’t let the ghost out, Katie.’’ 
Away she flew,—but the key would not turn, 
and she took it down to the kitchen to get it 
oiled. Jot was all consternation and entreaty, 
hut in vain ; and, candle in hand, the valorous 
Katte made her ascent to the chamber of the 
ghost. Opening the door she peeped in, a little 
afraid, but quickly mastering her trepidation, 
entered—the door released from her hand shut¬ 
ting with a hang, and the current of air extin¬ 
guishing her candle. A little flustered by this 
she proceeded to light a tuat-ch, when her eye 
caught sight of a terrible white object in a far 
corner, which she was sure had risen out of the 
ground, for there was nothing there when she 
entered. She flew to the door, but it closed 
with a spring, and she had dropped the key 
in her alarm. Quieting herself, she followed 
Judy’s advice, “that if anything appeared she 
was to cross herself and name the Trinity.” 
Having thus fortified herself, she struck a mat eh 
and soon had the satisfaction of holding once 
more the lighted candle. The white object 
neither spoke nor moved, and Katie summoned 
up courage to approach. A hearty laugh came 
to her lips as she saw that the object of her 
alarm was a broken statue. She threw open 
the rusty-hinged shutters, and let in the light of 
day and the pure breath ol early summer. A 
high, tapestried bed was in one corner, the hang¬ 
ings of which, dusty and moth-eaten, were 
dropping by piece meal; beside it was an an¬ 
tique dressing table, and above this the picture 
of a lady, very pretty withal, in spite of her 
enormous ruff. On another side of the apart¬ 
ment was an oaken chest, and above it the por¬ 
trait of a man, perhaps the husband of the dark 
beauty in the ruff; he also wore the same style 
of neck-ornament, and these immense bran-hag 
breeches of the olden time, Katie tried to lift 
the lid of the chest,— it was locked. She set 
the candle on it and went in search of Walter, 
In a few moments they both entered. 
“ Why, Katie, what have you the candle 
burning for, it is light enough to see without! 
Phew! it smells musty,—aud what in the—I 
beg pardon, what sort ot pantaloons has that 
chap ?” 
Katie blew out the candle, and explained her 
wishes in a few words; and with a energetic 
jerk Walter brought the lid of the chest off at 
the hinges. There was a whole cargo of cast-off 
clothing, that had been the property of the male 
and female Mahbens from time immemorial. 
Katie stopped short in the midst of her laugh¬ 
ter ; a sudden idea bad struck her, and she con¬ 
ferred with Walter. He took the key she was 
showing him, and examined it closely. 
“ Yes, Dan Phelan can make one,—all right, 
it will be capital fun I” 
“What are you up to, Walter, and you, 
Katie ?" 
“ Come and look at the pictures, lather. Is 
that you mother,— and you aunt— did you ever 
see such fashions ? The girl is downright pretty, 
though!” 
That evening Katie retired early with a severe 
headache. Walter had been absent ever 6ince 
dinner at G-, the nearest post town. The 
servants were congregated in the kitchen, where 
Barney, lie coachman, was telling fairy tales. 
The family were in the drawing-room, where a 
few embers smouldered in the fire-place. Cftpt. 
Marben was relating incidents of his life in 
India, aDd his brother was listening—the two 
ladies confabulating on the latest sty lee, while 
Ettie, Hans and Charlie, the children of the 
household, were playing dominoes in a corner; 
special indulgence having been granted to sit up 
and finish a game which threatened to be a pro¬ 
longed one. The clock struck eleven and their 
mother’s hand was on the bell-rope, but a unan¬ 
imous petition had the effect of causing her to tor- 
get their existence in renewed conversation. The 
great high clock in the hall warned for twelve, 
the cock crew on bi6 perch, the. old dog barked 
from his kennel, the drawing-room door swung 
slowly on its hinges, and two solemn figures 
entered. 
The ladies screamed, the gentlemen started 
and the children shrank into the corner. Grave¬ 
ly the figures came, hand in hand; the west-end 
room pictures had stepped from their frames, 
and come walking down among them ! Captain 
Marben was nearest the female figure — it put 
out a hand and touched his. It was as cold us 
marble. He sprang back with a curious guttural 
howl,—the figure laughed a wild, unearthly- 
laugh, and retreated. 
The servants heard the uproar, and this spread 
the consternation; but as the company arrived 
the next day, they were too busy to comment 
much on it. Katie declared, when they told 
her of it, “ that she would sit up every night 
till twelve o'clock, headache or no, so as to see 
the ghosts;" and Mr. Dennie Callahan, one 
of the visitors, declared his determination to 
lay the restless spirits. 
That evening the scene was repeated; Mr. 
Callahan advanced, but the figures retreated— 
he pursued, but they flitted before Him, touched 
the door of t he west room and entered ; he tried 
it but in vain, it was fast locked; he ran down 
to Mr. Marben for the key— Katie had returned 
it the day before — obtained it and a light, and 
searched the room from end to end, hut found 
nothing, Katie was iu the parlor when ho re¬ 
turned, discussing with the rest the appearance 
of the ghosts; even Callahan was perplexed, 
but joked it off. 
The next day at dinner a voice behind Calla¬ 
han’s ehair cried, “ Ha! laughest thou, Loch- 
iel, my vision to scorn?" Callahan sprang 
to Ms feet to grasp the intruder, but no one was 
there, and he resumed Ms seat. Not ter, min- 
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WITCH KATIE, 
Superstition, to the extent of a belief in su¬ 
pernatural phenomena, seems to he an innate 
weakness of human nature itself. We all have 
more or less of it. Even the fears, which, in 
the dark, strike a chill to the heart of a child, 
cluster around some imaginary monster, some 
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He had returned from India, at the expiration of 
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one son ; from India he brought the daughter of 
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Katie Cardekn had very little of the Eng¬ 
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Captain Marben was a lover of hospitality, 
and Silverwells was rarely without guests. 
About the Christmas holidays as many as a 
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judicious management, her natural bent for 
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grew older only broke out. occasionally, until at 
sixteen, her usual routine of going to school 
nine months in the year, and helping aunt Anna, 
(Mrs. Marben,) receive company the other three 
was broken in upon to her great relief. The 
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an exodus to the estate of the captain’s brother, 
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Knockavalloch was in a wild part of the “ Up 
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a primitive set of people. The mansion itself 
was one of those old-fashioned stone houses, al¬ 
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castle—with narrow mnllioned windows, and 
a multiplicity of offices that would have aston¬ 
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testified that either the “window tax” had 
been abolished, or else the proprietor was able 
to pay it without diminishing his light. 
There was an endless quantity of hiding holes 
about Knockavalloch, and it did not take Katie 
long to explore them. Molly, the chamber¬ 
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