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HAUUTIHG CITY HALL So John Larkins, the Watchman, Says, but John Has the Habit of 44 Seems Things." KNEW ! HIM BY HIS COUCH Down the Stairs He Came as He Used to and Hung Up His Keys In the Big Closet Twas Sure Awesome. The ghost cf " Marty " Keese, the aged Janitor of the City Hall, who died nearly a montu ago, visited the building on Thursday nfght and took- took- a final look around, which included a call upon old John Larkins, the watchman. ' John told this yesterd.ty, with the additional statement statement that the call nearly frightened him to death. He has' a habit, however, of "seeing things." It was John Larkins who waa bowled over a few months ago by the late Mayor Havemeyer. According to John, the late Mr. Havemeyer stepped out of his picture frame aa John was passing through the Mayor's room and swatted the old watchman behind the ear. "Marty" Keese, though, did not do anything like that. According to John Larklna it was near the hour of midnight midnight that he completed his rounds of the building and pulled his chair close to the closed grating 4a front of the. main entrance, entrance, composing himself to take a catnap catnap in the cool breeze. In the distance a clock had Just finished striking 12. Presently Presently old John eat up with a start to see a figure groping Its way laboriously down the curved stairway from the direction of the Governor's room. " I Bat as still as I could," said John, "not drawin a breath for fear of disturb-in' disturb-in' disturb-in' me visitor, and waitln' for him to come out into the light where I could see who he was. But Just then he stopped and put his hand to hia chest, beginnin' to cough like all possessed. Three times he toughed, and then he stepped out where could see him. " The cough was enouglt, though. No man but Marty Keese ever coughed like that, and well I knew it. Me hair was raisin up on me head belikes to knock me hat olf, and all over I broke out into a cold sweat. But move I could not. " Both me legs was that glued to the sides of the chair that I couldn't move them at all. at all. I tried to yell but not a sound came and so I sat there while Marty walked over to the old closet under the stairs, opened the door, hung up his big bunch of keys, as natural as you please, and then turned to go upstairs upstairs again. " At the foot of the stairs he stopped to cough again. You've heard Marty cough? I thought me heart would break wtd fear, but as .he pulled himself, slow, up toward the first turn in the stair I got me voice back " ' Marty! I yelled. ' Marty, me bye, and what are you doin' here? ' " He turned and gave me one look,- look,- but he didn't answer and disappeared up the stairs. I ran to the foot of . the stairs and looked up. but no Marty could I see. Then I came back and sat down. I was that flustered me knes shook under me, and when toe moroin' came I was as weak as a kitten. Some of the boys say I never saw a ghost, but I know and Marty knows If he could tell."

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  1. The New York Times,
  2. 17 Jul 1909, Sat,
  3. Page 7

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