And there's [illegible] He is big and hearty and loves to send thrills down other folk's backs. How would they know he was strong he-man stuff if he didn't tell them so? He gets the children about him and tells them ghost stories, blood curdling ghost stories. "And a long bony arm without body or even the shadow of body reached out of the darkness and clutched him. He couldn't push it off. His hand slipped right through it, yet it clutched with icy fingers on his throat. Slowly, slowly." "Bill," calls mother half laughing, half protesting, "Don't frighten those children with your awful stories. You know there's not a word of truth in them. They're awful." "He isn't scaring us, mom. We aren't afraid. Go on, Uncle Bill. What happened then? Did he choke him or what?" And Uncle Bill pleased by the ap- plause goes on with his thrilling tale, right on to the frozen end. The chil- dren draw a long breath and stretch themselves and draw closer to the fireside. The youngest boy gets close to his mother in the circle of lamp light. "No, I'm not scared, mother. Ghosts don't really happen, do they?" And that night he cannot sleep and AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILLEN