New National Fourth Reader by Charles J. Barnes and J. Marshall Hawkes


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Language Lesson.--Let pupils write statements, each containing one of
the following words, used in such a manner as to show its proper
meaning: _beech, beach; sense, scents; fourth, forth; hear, here_.

Give rules for the capital letters in the first three paragraphs of the
lesson.

Let pupils place _un_ before each of the following words, and then
define them.

safe lock heard pleasant fit

Define each of the following words formed from _please_, and state in
each case what change of meaning occurs.

please pleasant pleasantly unpleasantly


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LESSON XLVII.


dag'ger, _a short sword_.

spell, _a feeling which prevents one from moving_.

bran'dished, _raised, and moved in different directions_.

in spir'ing, _making one feel_.

awe, _deep fear_.

de mand'ed, _asked as a right_.

punct'u al, _always on time_.

ro mance, _a story of surprising adventures_.

bur'glar, _one who breaks into a house at night_.

cus'tom, _a way or a manner of doing things_.

reigned, _ruled; held power_.


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A GHOST STORY.

PART III.


This was a start, not a scare--for the new visitor was a human foe, and
I had little fear of such, being possessed of good lungs, strong arms,
and a Roman dagger nearly as big as a carving-knife.

The step that I had just heard broke the spell, and creeping noiselessly
to the window, I peeped out to see a dark figure coming up the stem of
the tall tree close by, hand-over-hand, like a sailor or a monkey.

"Two can play at that game, my friend; you scare me, and I'll scare
you." And with an actual sense of relief in breaking the silence, I
suddenly flung up the curtain, and leaned out.

I brandished my dagger with what I intended to be an awe-inspiring
screech; but, owing to the flutter of my breath, the effort ended in a
curious mixture of howl and bray.

A most effective sound, nevertheless; for the burglar dropped to the
ground as if he had been shot, and, with one upward glance at the white
figure dimly seen in the starlight, fled as if a thousand ghosts were at
his heels.

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