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 - I Me 'Ghost of the Revere House Ruins.! A...
I Me 'Ghost of the Revere House Ruins.! A well-known young man who pays frequent visits to the south side waa given a severe fright one night recently. He had tarried rather late on the night In question, thereby missing th last car and being compelled to walk. The streets were deserted and the wind whistled mournfully through the iron lattice work of Main street bridge. ' Just as the belated wayfarer reached the north end of the bridge, the town clocks, first one and then another, chimed the hour of twelve. When opposite the deserted Revere house ruins he raised his eyes and suddenly stopped. Surely he could not be mistaken! .The figure of a woman, dressed In white, leaned gracefully against the till, of an upper story window. As the young man paused to collect his wits the figure moved. A shapely arm encased in drapery was slow, ly raised and seemed to beckon. It sent a chill through his very marrow and ha swiftly recalled the numerous ghost stories he had heard and read in years gone by. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not the victim of an optical illusion, but the figure was still there, plain and unmistakable, The young man was about to cross the street for ft closer view of the apparition, when it suddenly warned him away.wlth hasty gesture and then fell backwards. At the same Instant there was a crash. By this time the young man was becoming really frightened.' Was it a midnight prowler in the vacant building? Or was it the work of soma practical joker? He did not have the courage to investigate and turning he proceeded home as fast as he could walk. He said nothing to any one about the affair, tut was almost convinced that he had seen a real ghost. The next night, however, ha had occasion to again pass the place. There was his "ghost" beckoning gaily In the open window. In fact there were waving some, things In several of the upper windows. In the bright moonlight ha could now see that the "somethings" were tattered strips of paper from the ceilings and walls that had been lossened by the water used to quench the flames. With every passing breeze they waved back and forth, like things of life. The mystery was explained. The crash he had heard on the first night was probably caused by a bit of falling plaster. Laughing, he told his story to his companion, who happened to be a reporter, and who decided it was good enough to repeat. But the ghosts are still there. An act of charity usually discounts an act of heroism. m

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  1. The Oshkosh Northwestern,
  2. 24 Mar 1900, Sat,
  3. Page 5

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