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The Ghost Town Mystery

The Ghost Town Mystery

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by Gertrude Chandler Warner, Charles Tang

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Grandfather has just bought a plot of land in the Rocky Mountains—complete with a ghost town! When the Aldens hear their land is haunted they don’t believe it. But when they see a ghostly figure in the main street, they know something’s up. There’s a mystery and the Aldens are determined to solve it!


Grandfather has just bought a plot of land in the Rocky Mountains—complete with a ghost town! When the Aldens hear their land is haunted they don’t believe it. But when they see a ghostly figure in the main street, they know something’s up. There’s a mystery and the Aldens are determined to solve it!

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Whitman, Albert & Company
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Boxcar Children Series , #71
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The Ghost Town Mystery



Copyright © 1999 Albert Whitman & Company
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ISBN: 978-1-4532-1428-2


Tincup Creek or Bust!

Bumpity-bump! Ten-year-old Violet Alden clung to the edge of the Jeep's open window. "This is the bumpiest car we've ever been in," she exclaimed.

"It's the bumpiest road we've ever been on," Jessie said, pushing her bangs out of her eyes.

"It's both," agreed Henry, squeezed between his sisters in the backseat. "These four- wheel-drive Jeeps are made to go over rough roads." The oldest at fourteen, Henry knew a lot about automobiles.

Sitting next to Grandfather in the front seat, six-year-old Benny twisted around to talk to his brother and sisters.

"I think it's like a ride at the carnival," he said.

"It's a ride, all right," said Grandfather, laughing. "I forgot my property was located on top of such a high mountain!"

"The Rocky Mountains," Violet said. "They sure are rocky!"

Just that morning the Aldens had left their home in Greenfield, Connecticut. They flew to Denver, Colorado. There Grandfather rented a car at the airport and they drove west into the Rockies. They checked into their motel, Eagles Nest, then set off to find the property Grandfather had recently purchased.

Mrs. Harrington, owner of Eagles Nest, told Grandfather his rental car would never make it up the mountain but her trusty old Jeep would. So Grandfather borrowed the tough little car from her.

Jessie tried to read the survey map, but the fine lines kept blurring. "I hope we're on the right road," she said, concerned.

"Just think if we'd lived in the olden days," commented Grandfather. "Back when there was a gold rush in these parts."

"Gold rush?" Benny asked. "Was that like when we went to Alaska?"

The Aldens had visited Alaska and learned about the gold rush in the Yukon Territory.

"In our nation's history gold has been discovered more than once," said Grandfather. "The first big gold rush was in California in 1849. Later, gold was found east of here near a mountain called Pikes Peak."

"I read about that," Henry put in. "All these people came out here in covered wagons with banners on the sides that said, 'Pikes Peak or Bust.'"

"We could have come in our boxcar," said Benny. "We would have beaten everybody else."

The others laughed.

When their parents died, the Alden children had no place to live. They found an empty boxcar in the woods that became their home. They knew they had a grandfather, but believed he was mean and hid from him.

Luckily, Grandfather found his grandchildren and took them to live in his big house in Greenfield. Kindhearted James Alden knew the boxcar meant a lot to the children and had it moved to their backyard. The kids never forgot the abandoned train car that kept them together. Now they used it as sort of a clubhouse.

Life with Grandfather was one big adventure, they quickly learned. And now they were beginning a new one.

It started when Grandfather received a call from his old business friend Jay Murphy. Mr. Murphy owned some property in Colorado that he wanted to sell. He offered the land to Grandfather, briefly describing the acreage along Tincup Creek.

Grandfather visited the property when he signed the final papers. When he came back, he was eager to show his grandchildren the land. So he arranged a second trip to Colorado, this time with the children.

James Alden was still chuckling at Benny's idea of traveling west in the red boxcar. "I suppose our banner would say 'Tincup Creek or Bust!'"

"Tincup Creek is one side of our property," reported Jessie. She pressed the map against her knees so the wind wouldn't blow it away.

Violet nodded. "We saw Tincup Creek at Eagles Nest, too."

"The stream is supposed to be great for fishing," Henry said. "I think the guys staying at Eagles Nest are fishermen. At least, they had poles and stuff."

"What a funny name, Tincup," remarked Violet. "I wonder how it got that name." She was trying to glimpse the scenery as the Jeep joggled over a deep rut.

The trees were mostly evergreens, tall and sweet-smelling. Colorful summer wildflowers brushed the sides of the car. Violet had brought her camera, but she'd have to wait until they stopped before she could take any pictures.

Suddenly Grandfather braked hard. They had run out of road.

"Is this it?" asked Benny. "Is this the land you bought?"

Grandfather leaned out of the Jeep's open door. "Not yet. There should be a trail beyond this road. Is that right, Jessie?"

Now she could read the map. "Yes, that's right. The trail doesn't look very long."

"At the end of that trail, the property starts." James Alden grabbed a water bottle in a mesh holder and slung the strap across his shoulder. "Okay, everybody. Let's go!"

Where the rutted, potholed road ended, a narrow trail continued through the trees.

It was a beautiful day for a walk up the mountain. The sun shone brightly in the blue midsummer sky.

"We're at a higher altitude than we were in Connecticut," Henry informed them. "Walking is harder here."

"The altitude doesn't seem to bother Benny," Violet said with a giggle.

"Nothing does," added Jessie. "Except being late for a meal!" Their younger brother was always hungry.

She was a little hungry herself. Upon their arrival at Eagles Nest, Mrs. Harrington had served them a rather skimpy lunch. From reading the brochure, Jessie knew that Eagles Nest called itself a resort. It was supposed to offer all kinds of activities. The pictures in the glossy pamphlet showed people riding horses and eating delicious-looking meals in the family-style dining room. Eagles Nest even served an afternoon snack.

But when the Aldens had pulled up by the tilted wagon-wheel gate, the run-down cabins didn't look like the ones pictured in the brochure. The three cabins they had reserved weren't ready. Mrs. Harrington's pretty daughter, Marianne, hurried to make up the beds.

Lunch was also late. Instead of the hearty "rancher's" meals the pamphlet promised, they had tuna salad with crackers. There were several cabins, but only two other men were eating in the dining room. Mrs. Harrington had said she was expecting another party later that day.

When Jessie questioned Grandfather about the place, he had replied, "Perhaps Mrs. Harrington has fallen on hard times. Eagles Nest was built back in the fifties. It was probably popular back then. But now it's off the beaten path. Since she became a widow, Mrs. Harrington hasn't kept up the place."

"There aren't any horses or hot-air balloon rides," Jessie had stated, showing him the brochure.

Grandfather shook his head. "Mrs. Harrington told me while you children were unloading the car that she sold the horses years ago. The balloon rides were on another mountain, but that company went out of business, too."

"Well, we're only going to be here a week," Jessie had said. How bad could it be? she thought.

Grandfather had nodded in agreement. "With this cool air and these majestic mountains, we'll feel like pioneers living in those rustic cabins!"

Jessie was pulled out of her thoughts when Benny ran back to her.

"How much farther?" he asked. "It seems like we've been walking forever!"

Grandfather wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "I sure wish my land wasn't on the highest mountain in the Rockies."

"Is it?" asked Violet.

"No," said Grandfather. "I was just joking. But when I was out here earlier, I thought this was the highest mountain!"

Jessie consulted the survey map one last time. "The trail should be ending right about —" She broke off when the path they had been climbing sloped away at their feet.

Everyone stared at the astonishing sight down below, set squarely like a child's blocks.

At the bottom of the canyon were old wooden buildings. Weathered signs were still readable: a barbershop, a dry goods shop, Anderson's Hotel. A wide road split the two rows of buildings.

Grandfather owned a little town!


Grandfather's Town

No one spoke for a moment as they gazed into the canyon. Dust blew down the dirt road that divided the buildings.

"That looks like a Wild West town," said Violet in awe.

"It is a Wild West town," Grandfather said with a grin. "And it's ours!"

"You knew about this?" asked Henry.

"I wanted to surprise you," said Grandfather, his grin broadening.

Jessie still couldn't believe it. "Well, you sure did that!" She tapped the map. "How come the town doesn't show up on this map?"

"It's a topological map," Grandfather answered. "It only shows roads and land formations, like mountains and rivers."

"What's the name of our town?" asked Violet.

"Tincup, after the creek," said Grandfather. He checked his watch. "Well, we'd better head back to Eagles Nest for that afternoon snack. We'll have plenty of time to explore the town this week."

Back at the motel, they went into the dining hall, a large room made of logs. Sofas and a fireplace were at one end, while a long table and chairs were arranged at the other.

A lanky young man with carrot-colored hair stood by the fireplace. He stared at Marianne Harrington as she arranged pitchers on the sideboard by the table.

Mrs. Harrington came in when she heard the Aldens enter.

"This is Corey Browne, our new guest," she told James Alden. "He's a student at Colorado State."

"Hey," said the green-eyed young man, still watching Marianne.

Jessie stifled a giggle. It was obvious Corey had a crush on pretty Marianne.

"Ready for snack time?" announced Mrs. Harrington.

"Mmm," said Benny appreciatively. "I'm starving!"

But the "snack" turned out to be a few limp celery and carrot sticks with water to drink. Disappointed, Benny gnawed on a piece of celery.

He was so hungry, he forgot about the town until Grandfather said, "Mrs. Harrington, I showed my grandchildren the town. What do you know about it?"

The motel owner sat down at the table.

"It's quite a story," she began. "Tincup," she said, "is a ghost town!"

For some reason, Violet shivered. "A ghost town! That's neat," she said.

"It's been that way for over a hundred years," said Mrs. Harrington. "Way back, a forty- niner going home camped at Tincup Creek." Then she explained, "A forty-niner was somebody who went to California for the 1849 gold rush. His name was Duncan Payne. One morning he washed his face in the stream and saw something yellow, like gold."

Everyone at the table became still.

"Duncan had sold his mining stuff before leaving California," said Mrs. Harrington. "All he had was a knife and a tin cup. He dipped the cup in the stream and caught the gold. Duncan dug and dug, but he didn't find much gold. He did find a lot of black sand along the creek. He took samples of the sand back to Denver. It turned out to be silver ore."

Corey nodded. "Silver is an important part of Colorado's history. But it's hard to find. No one had ever paid any attention to the black sand along the creeks," he said loudly.

Corey seemed nice, thought Violet, but she didn't like the way he practically yelled when he spoke.

"Until Duncan Payne came along," Mrs. Harrington said. "Duncan started a mine. Soon a town was built near the mine. It was called Tincup after the gold Duncan found in his tin cup."

"I have a cup," said Benny. "It's old, too. I used to drink milk out of it."

Mrs. Harrington went on with her story. "The town of Tincup grew. Singers and dancers and actors came to entertain the miners. One night during an opera, Duncan fell in love with a singer. Her name was Rose. She had beautiful blue eyes and black hair down to her knees."

Jessie hugged herself with delight. "This is so romantic!"

"Then what happened?" Violet asked eagerly.

Mrs. Harrington smiled. "Duncan and Rose married and built a mansion above Tincup, near the mine. They had a daughter named Seraphina. Seraphina went to eastern schools. They traveled all over Europe. They were rich and happy. And then" — she lowered her voice — "trouble struck."

At that moment, the door to the dining hall opened. Two men came in.

One had sandy hair and gray eyes that crinkled at the corners. His shirt was crisply ironed and his jeans were neat.

The other man was nearly bald and wore glasses. He wore a tattered vest with mesh pockets and fishing hooks poked through loops. He scowled when he saw the others at the table.

Henry wondered why the second stranger seemed so sour when no one had even said anything to him yet. At first Henry thought the two men were together, but they sat at opposite ends of the table.

The first man said, "Adele, do you have any iced tea?"

"Sorry," said Mrs. Harrington. "Just water. Marianne, fetch the gentlemen some water."

Marianne, who had been quietly folding worn napkins, got up to pour the newcomers glasses of water.

"Everybody," announced Mrs. Harrington, "this is Victor Lacey." The sandy-haired man smiled and raised his glass in a friendly way. "And our other guest is Robert Williams," added Mrs. Harrington.

Robert Williams nodded formally. Now Henry knew the two men had not come to Eagles Nest together. They were so different, they couldn't possibly be friends. Henry also noticed that Victor Lacey called the motel owner by her first name. Mr. Lacey must have been staying here awhile.

"They are here to try their luck at trout fishing," said Mrs. Harrington. She introduced the two men to the Aldens, and told them that the Aldens were visiting to see the land and the town that they owned.

Benny wanted to get back to the story. "What happened to Duncan and Rose?"

"It's so sad," said Mrs. Harrington mournfully. To the newcomers she said, "I'm telling the story of the old town at the bottom of the canyon. You might have seen it."

Mr. Lacey gazed over his glass with round gray eyes. "There's an old town around here?"

"You'll see it if you go hiking," said Grandfather.

"Tincup wasn't the only silver-mining town," Mrs. Harrington went on. "The West was full of them. But too much silver was being used for money. So President Cleveland lied to the silver-mine owners and told them gold would be used for money instead."

"What happened to the silver mines?" asked Jessie.

"They closed," replied Grandfather. "Overnight the mines shut down."

"The miners had to leave," Mrs. Harrington said, taking up the story again. "Soon towns like Tincup were empty. They became ghost towns because no one lived in them."

Now even Corey was interested. "So what became of Duncan and Rose?"

"Duncan was suddenly broke," answered Mrs. Harrington. "The men who abandoned the mines had to start over. Most of them didn't have much money. They built rafts and floated down rivers to big cities to find work. Duncan, who was not a young man, joined a group on a homemade raft. There was a storm on the Colorado River one night. The raft broke up and he was killed."

The dining room was silent.

"Poor Rose," said Violet. "What did she do?"

Mrs. Harrington leaned forward. "Before he left, Duncan told her he would be back someday and to look for him at sundown. Rose Payne stayed in the mansion above Tincup. Every day she sat in her chair, watching until the sun began to drop over the cliff wall. Then she'd take the trail down to Tincup and walk toward the setting sun."

"What was she doing?" asked Benny.

"Going to meet her husband," Mrs. Harrington said dramatically. "Even after she knew he'd been killed, Rose Payne left her house and walked toward the sunset every single day."

Grandfather had a question. "We didn't see the mansion. Where is it?"

"Gone," said Mrs. Harrington with a wave of her hand. "It was built near the mine on top of the mountain. Rose refused to leave or let anyone fix it. So the mansion fell to pieces around her."

"But the town is still there," said Corey. "Cool!"

"Wow!" exclaimed Victor Lacey. "That's some yarn! What are you going to do with your ghost town, Mr. Alden?"

Grandfather shook his head. "I have no idea."

Benny was excited about the idea of owning a town. "Can I be the police chief?"

Everyone laughed, breaking the spell of Rose and Duncan Payne's tragic story.

The "snack" over, Marianne hustled over to clear away the glasses.

"You've lived near a ghost town all your life," Jessie said to the young woman. "What's it like?"

Marianne bent down. "Mother didn't tell you the whole story," she said mysteriously.

"What didn't she tell us?" asked Jessie.

But Marianne whisked away Jessie's glass, saying only, "You'll find out soon enough."


The Lady in Gray

"I wonder what she meant by that?" Violet asked when Jessie told the others about Marianne's strange remark.

"She said we'd find out soon enough," Henry said, glancing around. "Talk about the Payne mansion. This place is falling apart. I wonder why Mrs. Harrington doesn't make any repairs."

Jessie stopped in front of the cabin she was sharing with Violet. "Grandfather told me earlier he thinks Mrs. Harrington has fallen on hard times. She probably can't afford to have the repairs made."

Henry unlocked the door to his and Benny's cabin. "I can see why. It's the middle of summer and hardly anybody is staying here."

"We'll see you guys after we've unpacked and cleaned up," Jessie said to the boys. "Then Grandfather is taking us back to see the town."

"I still can't believe we own our very own town!" Benny exclaimed. "I want to be fire chief and police chief!"

Violet giggled. "I don't think there are fires or criminals, Benny. Nobody lives there!"


Excerpted from The Ghost Town Mystery by GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER, Charles Tang. Copyright © 1999 Albert Whitman & Company. Excerpted by permission of ALBERT WHITMAN & Company.
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Meet the Author

Gertrude Chandler Warner (1890–1979) was an American author of children’s books, most notably the nineteen original titles in the Boxcar Children Mysteries series. Warner was raised in Putnam, Connecticut, across the street from a railroad station, which later inspired her to write about children living in a boxcar. In 1918, she began what would become a thirty-two-year career teaching first and third grade at the Israel Putnam School. She died in Putnam on August 30, 1979, when she was eighty-nine years old. But the Boxcar Children live on: To this day, talented authors contribute new stories to the series, which now includes over one hundred twenty books.

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I love it. You think it is scary but it isn't.