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Updated: June 25, 2025
In terms which would have been understood by "our army in Flanders" he execrated the forefathers, the name, and the upbringing of Mr. Edward Farrer. Not a soul in the streets; not a light in a window. He left the little town behind, passed the last isolated house on the road, and walked into the greater blackness of a road between tall hedges.
Ward, timidly. "He's afraid of nothing." "Except ghosts," remarked her daughter, softly. "Hold your tongue, miss," said her father, twisting his moustache. "No sensible man is afraid of what doesn't exist." "A lot of people believe they do, though," said Mr. Farrer, breaking in. "I heard the other night that old Smith's ghost has been seen again swinging from the apple tree.
I had gone into the conservatory to show some plants to funny old bald Mr Farrer, and when he toddled out to show a bloom to his wife I came face to face with Will, standing in the entrance by himself, looking so handsome and bored. He gave a quick step forward as he saw me and exclaimed first "Babs!" and then, with a sudden change of voice and manner, almost as if he were startled "Una!"
"I'm the happiest man in the world," said Mr. Farrer, in accents of dreamy tenderness. Miss Ward sighed. "Wait till father comes in," she said. Mr. Farrer peered through the plants which formed a welcome screen to the window and listened with some uneasiness. He was waiting for the firm, springy step that should herald the approach of ex-Sergeant-Major Ward.
"Did you see anything else?" he asked, sharply. "One more," said Mr. Farrer, regarding him pleasantly. "One I call the Running Ghost." "Run " began the sergeant-major, and stopped suddenly. "It came in at the front gate," pursued Mr. Farrer. "A tall, well-knit figure of martial bearing much about your height, Mr. Ward with a beautiful filmy white robe down to its knees "
"After all that to-do gettin' settled, seems 's if you ought 'o stay settled. Good land! It ain't anything to have a fuss over, anyway!" "But it is our cow-bell. It belonged on the black farrer cow, that Jim turned his nose up at, and he sneaked around and got it just to spite us." "Oh, I guess not," she replied incredulously.
He was up late next morning, and made but a poor breakfast. His after- dinner nap was disturbed, and tea was over before he had regained his wonted calm. An hour later the arrival of a dignified and reproachful Mr. Farrer set him blazing again. "I have come to see you about last night," said Mr. Farrer, before the other could speak.
Duncon left him, and betook himself to a journey to Bath, but with a promise to return back to him within five days; and he did so: but before I shall say any thing of what discourse then fell betwixt them two, I will pay my promised account of Mr. Farrer. Mr.
Farrer was not there, and that no useful purpose could be served by remaining. It was clear that the young man's courage had failed him, and, with grey head erect, elbows working like the sails of a windmill, and the ends of the nightgown streaming behind him, the sergeant-major bent his steps towards home. He dropped into a walk after a time and looked carefully over his shoulder.
It couldn't do me any harm." "Did you see its face?" inquired Mrs. Ward, nervously. Mr. Farrer shook his head. "What sort of a body had it got?" said her daughter. "So far as I could see, very good," said Mr. Farrer. "Very good figure not tall, but well made." An incredible suspicion that had been forming in the sergeant-major's mind began to take shape.
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