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JTALE8 TOLD BY MY GRANDFATHER. THE RESURECTIONISTS. [By LLEWELLYN LLOYD.] Grandfather had been dozing in his armchair, -his long snow-white hair hung loosely, and rested on his shoulders. The fire glow shone on his face, and he looked like a picture I have seen called *'The Patriarch." His face twitched as though some strange unpleasant dream disturbed his sleep; a plaintive cry escaped from his thin white lips, a cry such as a frightened child would utter, and -then my grandad woke with a start, looked in surprise around the room, and then gave a sigh of relief. "You have been dreaming, grandfather?" I said. "Yes, yes," the old man replied "A dream -of the past. Life is made up of dreams, Llew Bach; you youngsters have the best of them. You have pleasant visions of the future that is dawning before you. But we old men can only look back through the vista of long years and see how every hope grew and died when almost on the point of being realised. I sometimes think I am one too many in the world. I feel that I am always in 4he way of somebody, and I ought to die, and make room for younger and better men." "Now -Granda.d," said I, "You've got a fit of despon- dency you are in no one's way, and it would be a isad blow to a great many if you died." "I am an useless old fellow, and it is a waste of good air to keep me breathing," replied the old man- "What can I do to benefit my fellow-men? Nothing; I •can only sit in this chair calling up memories' of long ago, and fancying the faces I see in the fire are like those of friends who long have slept in Glyntaff Cemetery." Grandfather shook his white head mournfully, and I could see a tear glisten in -each eye. "You talk a heap of nonsense, grand- dad," I said. "Of what use are you? You are a link between the present and the past. Your tales -of long ago amuse a great many youngsters of the present day, so banish melancholy and tell me a story. Shall I light the lamp ?" "No, no, I like the firelight. Have I ever told you about 'The Resurrectionists?' I thought I hadn't. Well, as it is rather a long story, I must ask you to fill my pipe again. Ah, thank you; Now then for the story. It was a winter's night, many years ago, Phil. -Evans, Griff. Vaughan, Twm y Gof, Ianto'r Cridd, .and I were sitting around a blazing fire in the -kitchen of 'Tafarn y Bont.' We were talking about -the wonderful invention that has since made so "many fortunes, the railway locomotive. None of -us had seen this remarkable engine, and the tales told about the power and the possible speed sounded like a romance or a story told about fairyland. Tery few believed these wild rumours, and many put the railway and locomotive down as a travel- ler's tale. Ianto'r Cridd said that even if what we heard could be true, of what use could the in- vention possibly be? How could people breathe traveling at the rate of twenty miles an hour ? Well, this was the subject of a very animated dis- -,cussion, when Dai Caerfyrddin rushed into the room, his face as pale as death, and the poor fellow trembled like a leaf. We gave him a chair, and some warm beer, but it was fully five minutes be- fore he spoke. "What's the matter ?" asked Twm y Gof. "You look frightened." "I have seen < enough to frighten any one," gasped Dan. "Well, tell us all about it. What have you v-seea ?" "A ghost! I" ~"A ghost," we echoed; we believed in ghosts then. "Whera ?" 6 "On Llanwonno mountain," said the poor fellow 2" churchyard." We gathered closer around 4she fire, and spoke in whispers, as though fearing the ghost had followed Dai down the mountain side, and stood at the door waiting to give us a fright as we went out. A ghost in the good old days made the bravest man quail. At last Ianto'r Cridd spoke out aloud "Differ- ent people," said he, "have different opinions about ghosts; for my part I don't believe in them, and I have heard William Rhys says there are no such things to be seen." "William Rhys," said Twm y Gof, "is a very scl' 3r gentleman, and a good man too, but he has Hot seen everything." "It's my opinion," replied Ianto, "That Dai's been drinking during the day, and has fancied all -this." "I have not tasted a drop of beer until I came in Jhere just now," answered Dai. "Tell us what you saw then," asked the doubter. "When I came over the mountain, and a good --way from the church,I saw two lights that seemed to float about the churchyard like a 'Jack-o-lan- ternthen I thought a Jack-o-lantern' is never seen in a churchyard; it must be a 'canwyll corff,' I said to myself, and you know the copse candle is never seen but just before a funeral, and they say if you have courage to go near enough to see the face of the bearer of the candle, you will see the spirit of the person who is about to die. Well, though I trembled with fear, I mustered courage to go near enough to the churchyard to see what was going on within. Oh, I shall never forget the sight." "What did you see?" asked Ianto. "I saw two spirits, dressed in white shrouds, digging a grave. I could not help it, I uttered a cry of fear. One of the ghosts turned, and came running towards me holding the light above its head." "Did you see the face, Dai?" asked Griff Vaughan in an eager but frightened whisper. "Yes, I saw the face, I wish to Heaven I had not," replied Dai shuddering. "Wkose face Was it?" we all asked anxiously. •'It was the face of a skeleton; a death's head' said Dai. "It was the angel of death, I saw," he continued, "and two people are doomed to die be- fore the week is out. Oh, prepare, for who can tell which of us is called. The grave is dug, for I with these eyes I saw it." "This was all fancy, Dai," said Ianto. "I swear that what I am telling you is the plain truth." "Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, lads," said Ianto. "I have told you I don't believe in ghosts, and if you have courage to follow me to Llanwonno churchyard to morrow night I'll tackle the ghost." All volunteered except Dai Caerfyrddin, who said that he had seen enough ghosts to last a life- time. The next night about half-past nine about half- a-dozen fellows, including myself, started up Llan- wonno mountain. You know the church ? It's a jtonely spot, isn't it ? Just the place to suit a ghost. We all felt very brave when we started, but our courage oozed away with every step; about half the fellows turned back before we got half way, saying they had to get up early the next morning, and others made an excuse that they were not paid for ghost hunting. The others wanted to see Ianto Cridd tackle the "thing," whatever it might turn out to be. vr ell, when we got within sight of the church, soon enough we saw the lights, just as Dai Caerfyrddin had described them. We all stopped; some wanted to run back, but Ianto kept straight ahead, and shouted to the other fellows,but no one moved. Ianto was away about ten minutes before we saw him running towards us as fast as his legs could carry him. We didn't stay to question him, but all ran helter skelter down the mountain, and no one stopped until we got down to the bridge. "Go home boys," said Ianto, "go home; it's all true. I will never doubt again." Well, the village was in a terrible state of excite- ment. About ten of us called on William Rhys, .and told the old gentlemen all about it. "Pooh, pooh," said Mr Rhys, "how many times have I told you there are no such things as ghosts except in your imagination. "Clothed in shrouds ? Nonsense, & ghost has no Shroud. If you had seen a spirit he would have been naked. To-morrow night, if you will follow tne, I'll lay his ghostship for you." The next night again we climbed Llanwonno mountain. Again we saw the lights, and dared not go beyond a certain spot. Old William Rhys walked boldly down towards the church, and we Stood waiting anxiously for his return. Ten minutes passed; fifteen, twenty, and we became uneasy about the brave old man. At last Ianto'r Cridd, as brave a lad as ever lived, said "Something's wrong, lads. The spirit I have seen may be an evil one, but if its the devil hit. .i, ,i' SI £ 't fi I himself he sha'nt hurt good old William Rhys if I can help it. Come on, boys," and Ianto ran down towards the church, but no one followed. About five minutes after this we heard Ianto shout— f "Come down here, some of you boys, Mr Rhys is hurt." Well, after a short delay, we all descended the hill, and then we saw poor William Rhys I lying on the grass. A lantern was beside him,the candle still alight. To be Continued in onr next.







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