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g that if he peeped out into the room the phantom of the murdered horseman would beckon to him from the dark corners. Lying so till the dawn broke and the cocks began to crow, he would then look cautiously forth, and seeing by the grey light that the corners were empty, and that the figure by the door was not the Yew-lane Ghost, but his mother's faded print dress hanging on a nail, would drop his head and fall wearily asleep. The day was no better, for each hour brought him nearer to the next night school; and Bessy's illness made his mother so busy, that he never could find the right moment to ask her sympathy for his fears, and still less could he feel himself able to overcome them. And so the night-school came round again, and there he sat, gulping down a few mouthfuls of food, and wondering how he should begin to tell his mother that he neither dare, could, nor would, go down Yew-lane again at night. He had just opened his lips when the father came in, and asked in a loud voice "Why Bill was not off." This effectually put a stop to any confidences, and the boy ran out of the house. Not, however, to school. He made one or two desperate efforts at determination, and then gave up altogether. He _could_ not go! He was wondering what he should do with himself, when it struck him that he would go whilst it was daylight and look for the grave with the odd verse of which Bessy had spoken. He had no difficulty in finding it. It was marked by a large ugly stone, on which the inscription was green and in some places almost effaced. SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF EPHRAIM GARNETT-- He had read so far when a voice close by him said-- "You'll be late for school, young chap." Bill looked up, and to his horror beheld Bully Tom standing in the road and kicking the churchyard wall. "Aren't you going?" he asked, as Bill did not speak. "Not to-night," said Bill, with crimson cheeks. "Larking, eh?" said Bully Tom. "My eyes, won't your father give it you!" and he began to move off. "Stop!" shouted Bill in an agony; "don't tell him, Tom. That would be a dirty trick. I'll go next time, I will indeed; I can't go to-night. I'm not larking, I'm scared. You won't tell?" "Not this time, maybe," was the reply; "but I wouldn't be in your shoes if you play this game next night;" and off he went. Bill thought it well to quit the churchyard at once for some place where he was not likely to be seen; he had never p
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