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Ghost Story Title : The Rival Ghosts Part-1 By Brander Matthews

 

Ghost Story:

The good ship sped on her way across the calm Atlantic. It was an outward passage, according to the little
charts which the company had charily distributed, but most of the passengers were homeward bound, after a summer of rest and recreation, and they were counting the days before they might hope to see Fire Island Light. On the lee side of the boat, comfortably sheltered from the wind, and just by the door of the captain's room (which was theirs during the day), sat a little group of returning Americans. The Duchess (she was down on the purser's list as Mrs. Martin, but her friends and familiars called her the Duchess of Washington Square) and Baby Van Rensselaer (she was quite old enough to vote, had her sex been entitled to that duty, but as the younger of two sisters she was still the baby of the family)--the Duchess and Baby Van Rensselaer were
discussing the pleasant English voice and the not unpleasant English accent of a manly young lordling who
was going to America for sport. Uncle Larry and Dear Jones were enticing each other into a bet on the ship's
run of the morrow.
'I'll give you two to one she don't make 420,' said Dear Jones.
'I'll take it,' answered Uncle Larry. 'We made 427 the fifth day last year.' It was Uncle Larry's seventeenth
visit to Europe, and this was therefore his thirty-fourth voyage.
'And when did you get in?' asked Baby Van Rensselaer. 'I don't care a bit about the run, so long as we get in
soon.'
'We crossed the bar Sunday night, just seven days after we left Queenstown, and we dropped anchor off
Quarantine at three o'clock on Monday morning.'
'I hope we shan't do that this time. I can't seem to sleep any when the boat stops.'
'I can; but I didn't,' continued Uncle Larry; 'because my state-room was the most for'ard in the boat, and the
donkey-engine that let down the anchor was right over my head.'
'So you got up and saw the sunrise over the bay,' said Dear Jones, 'with the electric lights of the city
twinkling in the distance, and the first faint flush of the dawn in the east just over Fort Lafayette, and the rosy
tinge which spread softly upward, and----'
'Did you both come back together?' asked the Duchess.
'Because he has crossed thirty-four times you must not suppose that he has a monopoly in sunrises,' retorted
Dear Jones. 'No, this was my own sunrise; and a mighty pretty one it was, too.'
'I'm not matching sunrises with you,' remarked Uncle Larry, calmly; 'but I'm willing to back a merry jest
called forth by my sunrise against any two merry jests called forth by yours.'
'I confess reluctantly that my sunrise evoked no merry jest at all.' Dear Jones was an honest man, and would
scorn to invent a merry jest on the spur of the moment.
'That's where my sunrise has the call,' said Uncle Larry, complacently.
'What was the merry jest?' was Baby Van Rensselaer's inquiry, the natural result of a feminine curiosity thus
artistically excited.
'Well, here it is. I was standing aft, near a patriotic American and a wandering Irishman, and the patriotic
American rashly declared that you couldn't see a sunrise like that anywhere in Europe, and this gave the
Irishman his chance, and he said, 'Sure ye don't have 'em here till we're through with 'em over there.''
'It is true,' said Dear Jones, thoughtfully, 'that they do have some things over there better than we do; for
instance, umbrellas.'
'And gowns,' added the Duchess.
'And antiquities,'--this was Uncle Larry's contribution.
'And we do have some things so much better in America!' protested Baby Van Rensselaer, as yet uncorrupted
by any worship of the effete monarchies of despotic Europe. 'We make lots of things a great deal nicer than
you can get them in Europe--especially ice-cream.'
'And pretty girls,' added Dear Jones; but he did not look at her.
'And spooks,' remarked Uncle Larry casually.
'Spooks?' queried the Duchess.
'Spooks. I maintain the word. Ghosts, if you like that better, or specters. We turn out the best quality of
spook----'
'You forget the lovely ghost stories about the Rhine, and the Black Forest,' interrupted Miss Van Rensselaer,
with feminine inconsistency.
'I remember the Rhine and the Black Forest and all the other haunts of elves and fairies and hobgoblins; but
for good honest spooks there is no place like home. And what differentiates our spook--_Spiritus
Americanus_--from the ordinary ghost of literature is that it responds to the American sense of humor. Take
Irving's stories for example. _The Headless Horseman_, that's a comic ghost story. And Rip Van
Winkle--consider what humor, and what good-humor, there is in the telling of his meeting with the goblin
crew of Hendrik Hudson's men! A still better example of this American way of dealing with legend and
mystery is the marvelous tale of the rival ghosts.'
'The rival ghosts?' queried the Duchess and Baby Van Rensselaer together. 'Who were they?'
'Didn't I ever tell you about them?' answered Uncle Larry, a gleam of approaching joy flashing from his eye.
'Since he is bound to tell us sooner or later, we'd better be resigned and hear it now,' said Dear Jones.
'If you are not more eager, I won't tell it at all.'
'Oh, do, Uncle Larry; you know I just dote on ghost stories,' pleaded Baby Van Rensselaer.
'Once upon a time,' began Uncle Larry--'in fact, a very few years ago--there lived in the thriving town of
New York a young American called Duncan--Eliphalet Duncan. Like his name, he was half Yankee and half
Scotch, and naturally he was a lawyer, and had come to New York to make his way. His father was a
Scotchman, who had come over and settled in Boston, and married a Salem girl. When Eliphalet Duncan was
about twenty he lost both of his parents. His father left him with enough money to give him a start, and a
strong feeling of pride in his Scotch birth; you see there was a title in the family in Scotland, and although
Eliphalet's father was the younger son of a younger son, yet he always remembered, and always bade his only
son to remember, that his ancestry was noble. His mother left him her full share of Yankee grit, and a little
house in Salem which has belonged to her family for more than two hundred years. She was a Hitchcock, and
the Hitchcocks had been settled in Salem since the year 1. It was a great-great-grandfather of Mr. Eliphalet
Hitchcock who was foremost in the time of the Salem witchcraft craze. And this little old house which she left
to my friend Eliphalet Duncan was haunted.




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