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It was certainly a queer house. Even through the blinding storm they could distinguish itseccentric outlines as they alighted from the stage. Dorothy laughed happily, heedless of thefact that her husband’s umbrella was dripping down her neck. “It’s a dear old place,” shecried; “I love it already!”For an instant a flash of lightning turned the peculiar windows into sheets of flame, then allwas dark again. Harlan’s answer was drowned by a crash of thunder and the turning of theheavy wheels on the gravelled road.“Don’t stop,” shouted the driver; “I’ll come up to-morrer for the money. Good luck to you—an’ the Jack-o’-Lantern!”“What did he mean?” asked Dorothy, shaking out her wet skirts, when they were safelyinside the door. “Who’s got a Jack-o’-Lantern?”“You can search me,” answered Harlan, concisely, fumbling for a match. “I suppose we’vegot it. Anyhow, we’ll have a look at this sepulchral mansion presently.”His deep voice echoed and re-echoed through the empty rooms, and Dorothy laughed; alittle hysterically this time. Match after match sputtered and failed. “Couldn’t have got muchwetter if I’d been in swimming,” he grumbled. “Here goes the last one.”By the uncertain light they found a candle and Harlan drew a long breath of relief. “It wouldhave been pleasant, wouldn’t it?” he went on. “We could have sat on the stairs untilmorning, or broken our admirable necks in falling over strange furniture. The next thing isa fire. Wonder where my distinguished relative kept his wood?”Lighting another candle, he went off on a tour of investigation, leaving Dorothy alone.She could not repress a shiver as she glanced around the gloomy room. The bare lonelinessof the place was accentuated by the depressing furniture, which belonged to the blackwalnut and haircloth period. On the marble-topped table, in the exact centre of the room,was a red plush album, flanked on one side by a hideous china vase, and on the other by abasket of wax flowers under a glass shade.

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It was certainly a queer house. Even through the blinding storm they could distinguish itseccentric outlines as they alighted from the stage. Dorothy laughed happily, heedless of thefact that her husband’s umbrella was dripping down her neck. “It’s a dear old place,” shecried; “I love it already!”For an instant a flash of lightning turned the peculiar windows into sheets of flame, then allwas dark again. Harlan’s answer was drowned by a crash of thunder and the turning of theheavy wheels on the gravelled road.“Don’t stop,” shouted the driver; “I’ll come up to-morrer for the money. Good luck to you—an’ the Jack-o’-Lantern!”“What did he mean?” asked Dorothy, shaking out her wet skirts, when they were safelyinside the door. “Who’s got a Jack-o’-Lantern?”“You can search me,” answered Harlan, concisely, fumbling for a match. “I suppose we’vegot it. Anyhow, we’ll have a look at this sepulchral mansion presently.”His deep voice echoed and re-echoed through the empty rooms, and Dorothy laughed; alittle hysterically this time. Match after match sputtered and failed. “Couldn’t have got muchwetter if I’d been in swimming,” he grumbled. “Here goes the last one.”By the uncertain light they found a candle and Harlan drew a long breath of relief. “It wouldhave been pleasant, wouldn’t it?” he went on. “We could have sat on the stairs untilmorning, or broken our admirable necks in falling over strange furniture. The next thing isa fire. Wonder where my distinguished relative kept his wood?”Lighting another candle, he went off on a tour of investigation, leaving Dorothy alone.She could not repress a shiver as she glanced around the gloomy room. The bare lonelinessof the place was accentuated by the depressing furniture, which belonged to the blackwalnut and haircloth period. On the marble-topped table, in the exact centre of the room,was a red plush album, flanked on one side by a hideous china vase, and on the other by abasket of wax flowers under a glass shade.

Overcoming Fear and Greed with Love in At the Sign of the Jack O'Lantern When two newlyweds receive news of an inheritance that a recently passed uncle leaves them, their first reaction is one of joy and gratitude. But what happens when the newly inherited home turns out to be much stranger than you first could even have imagined? At the Sign of the Jack O'Lantern is a humorous haunting novel, penned by Myrtle Reed, that will thrill as much as inspire you, while being known to offer most readers a truly enjoyable time. Written in the early 20th century, it follows the pursuits of Harlan and Dorothy Carr, newlyweds, inheriting an impressive, large and quite scary country home from Dorothy's Uncle Ebeneezer. What would normally seem like a fortunate and exciting life event soon turns out to be much more than the young couple had bargained for. Aside from opportunistic relatives and a beautiful young woman showing up at the door and increasing the tension between the two, the house itself seems to still be filled with the presence of Uncle Ebeneezer, bringing about some of the eeriest and most unusual challenges that Dorothy and Harlan need to overcome together. At the Sign of the Jack O'Lantern is one of the most significant novels written about the undying lesson of how pure love can overcome any kind of difficulty in the end. You will find it to be not only an enjoyable and fulfilling read, but also a book that will make you think about deeper values and how they may relate to what we'd normally call “common” events of day-to-day life. An exciting mix of mystery, humor and bold comments addressed at social situations that are a striking reflection of the contemporary social values of the time, the novel will undoubtedly bring you a few good laughs, while offering a genuine glimpse at life at the turn of the 20th century.