"Cold, cold-hearted!"
The old gentleman looked around in an amazed manner, and with anger in his heart, but he saw no one. He became a little bewildered, when again there came a voice saying:
"Go to the station house! Go to the station house!"
The old man turned pale. It was the most mysterious incident of his whole life, and again came the words:
"Go to the station house!"
The admonition sounded close in his ears, and yet there was not a living soul near him that he could see. He began to tremble, and again, even while he glanced around, the voice repeated:
"Please give me money for bread," and there came the response in exact imitation of the old man's tones:
"Go to the station."
"Great Mercury!" ejaculated the man. "I am pursued by a phantom."
"Yes, you are pursued by a phantom, you who refused to give a poor child money for bread."