DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

says, "and I get a good chancet I will hit him with
a piece of railroad iron fur you."
Of course, I knowed I would never find him. But
what I said seemed to brighten her up a little.
"But," says I, "if I went too fur with it, and was
hung fur it, how would you feel then, Martha?"
Well, sir, that didn't jar Martha none. She
looked kind of dreamy and said mebby she would
go and jine a convent and be a nun. And when
she got to be the head nun she would build a chapel
over the tomb where I was buried in. And every
year, on the day of the month I was hung on, she
would lead all the other nuns into that chapel, and
the organ would play mournful, and each nun as
passed would lay down a bunch of white roses onto
my tomb. I reckon that orter made me feel good,
but somehow it didn't.
So I changed the subject, and asts her why I ain't
seen Miss Hampton around the place none. Martha
says she has a bad sick headache and ain't been
outside the house fur four or five days. I asts
her why she don't wait on her. But she don't
want her to, Martha says. She's been staying in
the house ever since we been in town, and jest
wants to be let alone. I thinks all that is kind of
funny. And then I seen from the way Martha is
answering my questions that she is holding back
something she would like to tell, but don't think
she orter tell. I leaves her alone and purty soon
she says:
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
I tell her sometimes I think I don't believe in 'em,
and sometimes I think I do, but anyhow I would
hate to see one. I asts her why does she ast.
"Because," she says, "because--but I hadn't
ought to tell you."
"It's daylight," I says; "it's no use being scared