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nuea Liiu war. uiu innuui iiuuiuuhh HHiHBiiauur ACTIVITY OF THE GHOSTS. ing questions, ana 1 remarked that he would ge no answers' to such questions. He asked the third question, when instantly, as if with two nail hammers, tho raps were produoed, and such unearthly rapB I never heard before or sinoe. We all became alarmed at this demonstration and the most of all.

Aa soon as ho was ablo to speak ha said to me: "You have caUed up the dovil and don't you ever do the liko again in my house." His tone and manner wore such that wo never dared even mention tho matter aftorward. I do not know that I havo ever heard a genuino rap since that day. Were it not for that night I doubt whether I could believe a single experience that I read. Religto Philosoptiical Journal. cameirom tne deptnsoi wie eann, crying, the hearth and disentomb the skull of the murdered Syms 1" Impelled by a mysterious forco Major Ward mechanically obeyed the command and in a few minutes had unearthed a skull.

Holding the skull his hands he gazed first at the ghastly object and then at the erect and awful figure of the headless skeleton. Quick as a flash of light tho skull passed from his hands and resumed its place on the specter. Taking up the narrative where it had left off, the apparition said that Cleves had taken the money and personal effects of the murdered man. In his poeketbook were $90 in bills on the bank of St. Clair, Mich.

The peddler's horse and wagon were taken to Indiana and sold. Ward inquired for what object the weird skeleton had related this terrible story. "That through you tho world may learn of my fate, that my remains may be decently interred and my soul relieved of its awful secret. I am tho Bpirit of the murdered Syms, whose soul for years has been seen around this place. Long have I wandered with my dread secret no and down tho earth, longing to impart tho story of my fate to man.

But, although many have seen me, I could not speak until first spoken to by a living man. Your courage has at last brought peace to my soul. Write to my grandnophew, Gilmoro Syms, of Columbus. and acquaint him with all I have told yon." As tho specter pausod in his solemn injunctions the sudden influx of cold air into the room indicated that tho hour before dawn had arrived. "Tho hour amoroachos," said tho skeleton, when we must part." Taking a step toward the door tho specter hesi tatod for a momont, then turned and with a grateful gesture extended its bony hand to Ward.

Ward took the cold, hard hand in his, and as tho skeleton pressed his benefactor's hand cold chills ran over Ward's body until he shook with the aguo. Locked in the skeleton's grasp Ward accompanied it to tho door and several yards into tho open air, tho terror stricken Stow following as if in a trance. "My hour has como!" muttered tho specter. "Ward, farewell." Then raising tho long, bony forefinger of its right hand warningly, tho specter fixed on Ward a look which thrilled him to tho heart, and said: "Forget not Forget not 1" In a minute moro the air was suffused with a bright, bluish light, and a noise like distant thunder was heard. As suddenly as it camo the light faded, and with it all traces of tho ghost of the haunted house of tho Black Swamp.

O'leueland Plain Dealer. A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE WITH SPOOKS. A gentleman at present stopping at tho Albany lately told a jVeps representative a strange and weird story, which is as exciting as it is mysterious. A few years ago he was in the city, and, not desirous of stopping at a hotel, sought a room in a then quiet neighborhood on Seventeenth street. Tho house wiis spacious, as well as luxuriously furnished.

A massive oak door formed the entrance from the wide hallway to the parlor, in tho rear of which there was a sittingroom and library combined, and directly behind that a diningroom, which was connected with a pantry and kitchen by a narrow passageway, in which a trap door led to a dark and poorly ventilated cellar. In the front hall there was a wide, easy staircase, with a landing half way, which ascended to the second floor, composod of five rooms a hall bedroom, a front sittingroom, two side bod rooms and a bathroom. A narrow, steep pair of stairs led fromihis latter room to a roughly finished attic. The landlady, a modest, quiet appearing woman of middle age, informed tho gentleman that ho could occupy tho front room up thus: "Oh, my darljng mamma Crans! My God! I dreamed Isaw Allie' last Hdoy night." He then described just as I saw her; how she came iuto the room, and he cried and tried to hold her, but sbe vanished; how ho had prayed for her to return, and that she did bo, and then he lay stilly and how she kissed him, then how sho unbuttoned his nightshirt, laid back the collar and laid her head on his breast; how he" had clasped his arms around her, but awoke to find her not there. Then, at the end of the six days, when my letter reached him aud he read of my similar experience, he at once wrote me that all I had seen was correct, even to every articlo of furniture in the room, also as his dream appoared to him.

I hope you can read this. I have written it so hurriedly. My cares aro many, and I wrote under difficulty. Hoping it may prove of uso to you, sincerely yours for the truth, Mrs. N.

J. Crass. The fact of the letters crossing was verified by the son in law mentioned as "Charley." Boston Herald. NOISY IIOBUOBLIXS. This city, for more than fivo years past, has had within its limits many haunted buildings, that have led many to believe that ghosts were a reality and disembodied spirits aro free to act and often materialize and assume tho form of human beings.

Tho old Delaware mills, that stand on the north bank of the Kaw River, have during these years caused a great deal of comment among the skeptics who aro alow to believe in modern ghosts as they come down to us from the past. In 3 803 Orlando Darling, a native of Vermont, came to this place, and, with tho assistance of a banker, erected a sawmill on the site where the Delawaro mills now stand. Business began to boom, and several young men found employment in the mill. Among them was a man named Thompson, who She evening was shot in a row at a dance and. fell dead from the effects of a bullet from a revolver in the hands of a young man by the name of Crone.

Thompson fell to the ground and expired almost instantly. His remains were brought to the mill that evening and lay in stato about twenty four hours, viewed by hundreds of his friends. His body was Bout East to his friends for burial. Crone, tho murderer, was arrested aud confined in the county jail for several months, but was aftorward released on condition that he would enlist in tho United States Army, which ho did, and served until tho closo of the war. A year or two later Darling's mill was converted into a flouring mill and remained such for several years, when the proprietor failed and left the country for California.

Tho property then changed hands and after two or throe transfers became the property of the Union Pacific Railway and since then, or about five years ago, ihas been abandoned and used as a harbor for tramps. Since theso mills became tho property of tho Union Pacific Railroad Company great stories have been told by many who claim to bo eye witnesses to nightly visitants in tho form of Bpirits under the captaincy of this man Thompson, who spent his last days on earth in and around the old building. These ghosts aro said to be noisy by the immediate neighbors living near the mill. Theso spirits, to the number of thirty or more, meet about 10 o'clock in the evening and then clear the room of all lumber and other material lying around loose in the thfrd story of the building. They then commence their gymnastics with yells and shrieks that would cause a demon from the infernal regions to give an audience for a fow moments.

After this programmo is filled then come musical instruments a heavenly order, far transcending anything ever heard bofore. This music continues until 1 o'clock in the morning, when a general roll call ends the performance. These nightly visitations and apparitions havo caused a terror and almost a gonoral stampedo among those having property within rifle shot of theso mills. The existence of the building has been threatened time and again, but tho demons who hold sway in tho mill keep vigilant guard over tho proporty. Tho citizens on the north side of the river have repeatedly warned tho officials of the Union Pacific Railway Company that this old building has lived beyond its usefulness and its safety is not secure, and at any moment it is liable to be in flames, notwithstanding the strong guard of spirits that many suppose aro there in the evening.

The above is a plaiu ctatemont of tho old haunted mill that for four or live years has been a specter to all tho inhabitants thereabouts. Lawrence Kan.) Special to Kansas City Times. MAJOR WARD AM) THE SKELETON. Some years ago there stood on the west sido of tho Findlay road, about two miles south of the Munger ppst office, in Liberty Township, Wood County, 0., a large, ohl fashioned building known as the Woodbury House. This desertod mansion was located in the heart of what was then called the Black Swamp; there were no other houses near it.

and the locality had acquired a weird reputation because of. a murder which was supposed to havo occurred in tho house. Tho old ruin was last inhabited by a man named John Cloves, somewhero in the forties. Cleves was convicted of tho crime of incest with his sister and sent to the Ohio Ponitentiarv. While Cleves lived in the old Woodbury House the sudden and mysterious disappearance of a peddler named Syms caused considerable comment in the neighborhood, and, although Cleves was suspected of murdering the peddler, no proof was ever obtained of tho crime.

Frequently travelers asserted they had heard mysterious noises whilo passing by the old mansion, and some of them claimed positively to have seen a human skeleton walking its bony way over the floors of tho house. For years after Cloves left the house it was uninhabited, and came to be called "the haunted house of the Black Swamp." In 1852 Major Ward happened to bo passing through the neighborhood on business, and hearing of the haunted house and its sepulchral inmate determined to investigate tho matter. Falling in with John Stow, the veteran showman, Ward proposed that tho two pass a night in the old Woodbury House. Stow loved an adventure, and so tho expedition was arranged. Major Ward used to toll of his night's experience in the following thrilling narrative: Ward and Stow were seated on tho floor of the largo room in tho lowor part of tho old house as midnight approached.

They had built a big lire in an old fireplace in a corner of tho room, and were quietly smoking. Suddenly, without anv warning, the major says, there appeared beforo them an animated human skeleton. Tho two adventurers quickly took their places in opposite corners of the room', and Ward ordered tho apparition to halt and oxplain mission, at the same time drawing from his pocket a revolver. Tho skeleton advanced to the center of the room, paused a moment and then continued to advance toward Ward. Tho latter raised his revolver and tired full at tho breast of the ghostly object, and as it continued to approach he tired again.

Stow says that he heard tho bones rattlo dismally as tho shots wore fired. But the skeleton continued to advance until within arm's length of Ward, when it stopped, raised one arm and motioned his attention. Then walking to tho flreplace and back to the center of the room the apparition took up a position facing Ward, again raised its arm and to the horror of the two terrified mortals uttered in a deep, husky voice these words "Give ear to me and mark well that which I am about to reveal to you." In the same sepulchral voice tho specter related tho story of an infamous enme. It said that while on earth in the flosh he was called James Syms, tho peddlor. One evening in December, 184, ho put up at the Woodbury House, then kept by Cleves.

Some hours after midnight he was roused from sleep by a blow on the hea d. Staggering to his feet ho beheld Clovos with a bludgeon. Syms attempted to stay the arm of hi3 assailant, but the bludgeon again descended upon his left temple and ho fell dead on the floor. As tho specter came to this part of his story ho turned his left sido toward Ward and pointed with a bony finger to a large fracture in his skull Upon the infliction of tho fatal blow," said the skeleton, "my transition from the mundane, to the celestial sphere was sudden and sublime." Do you mean to tell me, then," asked Ward, that you are dead I do not live in tho sense you mean." replied tho ghost, yet I do exist." Continuing the story of the crime, tho specter related that the murderer, Cleves, had severed the head from the body, buried tho head under he hearth in tho room thoy wero then in, and cast the body into'a well. Ward, omboldenod by tho success of his first question, here interrupted the skeleton long enough to remark that he did not see how his head could be buried under tho hearth aud still on his shoulders at the same timo.

As he spoke the skull disappeared from the shoulders of the skeleton. The two adventurers gazed upon the er and. no ciew fo the was over discovered. It is said that on certain nights, between the hours of 1 and 2 o'clock, anyone going north is almost certain to meet a phantom in the shape of a gigantie, headless horse, coming at a furious rate from the north and seemingly trying to use every endeavor to run over and trample under foot tho unlucky wight that may be so unfortunate as to be in its way, bnt just as it gets to him tho phantom vanishes and tho tremendous clatter of its hoofs upon tho hard and stony soil instantly ceases. Somo years ago a very bold and adventurous man by the name of Fountain was going over the hill with a stout hickory cudgel that ho always carried, and was mot by this phantom horso.

Fountain, instead of giving it the road, grasped his cudgel firmly, and as it camo upon him dealt it a powerful blow. The phantom gavo a terriblo scream of murder and fell over in the road, kicking and struggling aB if in the agonies of death. As for Fountain, ho said afterward in relating the occurrence that the moment ho struck it his arm and shoulder felt as if ho had received a powerful electric shook, and was so sore for several days afterward that ho was deprived of the use of it. In a short timo tho horso bocamo still, and Fountain was certain that ho had killed some ono, and hastened after assistance. Rousing up two or three of his friends who lived not far from there, they roturnod to tho spot, but the moon was shining placidly and no horso, man or phantom was to bo seen, and tho earth at tho spot where the phantom fell was smooth and undisturbed.

Fountain was murdered a short timo afterward by being struck across tho head with the barrel of a Kentucky rifle. Other strango sights havo been witnessod there. Men of tho utmost veracity say that at times in passing there they havo boon assailed with a perfect showor of chunks and stones. Clayton (Pa.) Special to Atlanta Constitution, i BUZZARD ROOST'S HAUNTED HOUSE. Visitors to Buzzard Roost, tho notorious negro quarter of this city, aro always shown the haunted cabin.

It is a little two room frame cottage on the outskirts of tho Roost and has been unoccupied for about three years now, and bold indeed is the colored man who will sot foot in tho back room. In tliis little 8x10 foot room, tho negroes who live in the vicinity say, can bo heard tho rattle of dice and silver at all hours of tho night. About three years ago a squad of police one night raidod the nogro gambling houses in tho Roost. In the back room of this little cabin they found six negroes shooting craps. There was ono small glaBs window in the room and through this tho officers watched their game for a fow moments.

Tho six negroes woro seated around a rough pine table and by the light of a tallow candle they wero throwing tho dico for 10 cents a throw. The officers saw the money and dico on the tablo and then they went around to tho only door in tho room and knocked. Who's dat asked ono the negroes. Police, open tho door!" was tho answer. The dusky gamblers were caught liko rats in a trap, but they wero well armed and had plenty of nerve.

Instantly the light was blown out and tho gamblors opened tiro at the ttpor. A moment later the door was broken in and tho officers returned the lire from the door and window. Twenty or more shots were fired beforo tho negroes surrendered and bogged for morey. When a light was brought two of tho gamblers lay dead on the floor, others were wounded and tho floor of tho room was covered with blood. Tho dead bodies wero taken out and buried next day, but the room was left undisturbed.

The blood stained dico still'lio on the rude pine table and tho dark stains of biood on the lloor have never boon removed. Negroes will not live in a house where one of their race has been killed if they know it, so tho littlo cabin remains unoccupied. A few wooks after tho tragedy some of tho negroos living in the Roost declared that they hoard tho rattle of dico in this littlo room. Others listened and they, too, heard the noise. Night after night, beginning about midnight, the rattlo of dico and money could be heard in this room as though a game of craps was in full blast.

Every negro in Blizzard Roost firmly believes that tho ghsots of tho dead gamblers come night after night and again win or loso tho money staked on the night of the tragedy. A noiso closely resembling the rattle of dico has certainly boon heard many times. Birmingham (Ala.) Correspondence Detroit Free Press. SPIRITS SCARED THE EDITOR. Woon't believe in spirits in any way, manner, chape or form but Wednesday evening quite a party assembled at tho residence of Mr.

J. R. Forrester to havo a table rapping, and tho results of that meeting woro wonderful. Tho tablo used was an ordinary wooden one and tho cirelo was formed by somo of tho party seating themselves around it and placing thoir hands in such a mariner as to form a circuit. For Bome time tho tablo remained unmoved, but after a little moro time it began to bob about and movo from ono end of the room to tho other.

Thou tho medium Baid that tho spirits wero at work. Of course wo didn't beliovo in that, but as the tablo raised up from the floor cold chills passed up and down our back and a fit of trembling seized hold upon us. We didn't havo any confideu co in the spirit part of tho performance, understand, but we trembled all the same. At ono time tho tablo was raised a considerable distance from tho floor, falling with such force as to break it to pieces. Somo of tho names given by tho spirits wore only known by ono of the party in the room; at other times the names wero unrecognized.

Tho messagos delivered wero, somo of them, quite startling, and were enough to niako a believer of tho most incredulous. Verily, some strango things happen at these meetings, and they aro things which wo can't explain at all. Albany (Ga.) News and Advertiser. A BLACK (iHOST. Messrs.

Henry Gray and McCannon, who live about ono and a half miles from the Glade, on tho plantation of Mrs. Frank Sorrow, have been annoyed by tho appearanco of a ghost or man, black as ink, rising out of the miro about ono hundred and fifty yards from tho Sorrow homo stead and coming near the house. They Bay that thoy have a shot at their strango visitor a number of times, but always without effect. The families of theso gentlemen aro, it is needless to say, very much alarmed, as tho ghost most frequently makes itB appearance when no man is present. Messrs.

Frank Glenn and Willie Tiller, armed and equipped as tho law directs, visited the Sorrow neighborhood last Friday for tho purpose of capturing the ghost, but wero too lato it had vamooBed beforo their arrival. Judgo Salmons was in a state of mind over the prospect of being called upon to arrest tho ghost. Tho judge knows very well how to deal with ordinary violators of tho law, but he begs to bo excused from tackling ghosts, spooks, hobgoblins, etc. It is understood, however, that Squire John Tiller refusps to issue a warrant. It is not known what the true inwardness of tho ghost business is, but it is supposed that villainy of some kind is at the bottom of it.

Oglesharpe (Ga.) Echo. WHAT CAUSED THE About tho year 1850, in Madison County, ono John Shaner and myBolf visited some lady mediums and the raps were produced and intelligent answers to questions given. Among other things I was told that I would make a good medium if I would only have faith; but that it was very doubtful that I ovor would. On our way home I and Mr. Shaner arranged to havo somo fun tho next night with tho Woosley family by calling up the spirits.

Shaner was to ask questions and I was to seo that tho spirits answered. The next night, after tolling our experience with tho ladios, Shanor propoBod that I try and call up the spirits. In a few minutes I had them present and Shaner proposed to ask questions. Tho answers wero readily produced. We kept up this proceeding for a littlo while, when Mr.

Woosloy proposed to ask questions. This fair request we could not refuse, but woro in a dilemma aB to how we would get our spirits to answer correctly. I could only think of one method, and that waB to rely on mind influence, something I had never tried. Mr. Woosley'tf first question was for the spirits to give tho age at which a young lady died.

Ho commenced counting: Twenty, twenty one, twenty two. "rap, rap! "Correct." Now I was puzzlod. Had I unconsciously made those raps, or did something else do it? Mr. Woosley next asked that the spirit givo tho age at which a certain man died. Ho commenced counting at forty.

I watched that I did not make a rap myself unless I intended to do so. As ho counted out forty six "Rap, rap." "Correct again," he says. This time I was positive I did not niako the raps. I was convinced that there was an unseen intelligence present producing them. Woosley continued the questions a long time and every question waB answered, as he said, ceived no retard.

I gave my animal tjie' reins aud then ho quickened his gait almost to a Yun; my companion continued by my side until I reached tho t'rosa roads. There she passed in front and Wrnedtoahouse in the grove, audi rapidly continued to follow my nose in the direction of Tonison. Was that a ghost It certainly was not flesh and blood. I do not intend to travel that road at night, ghost or no ghost, without Correspondence Ltncolnlon (Ga). News.

A LEfJEXD OF WALLEN'S BIDGK. The legeildary loro once the leading topic of conversation in and around Chattanooga is fast becoming forgotten in tho absorbing themes of money aud moueymaking. Tho historic ground, sacred to tho thousands who laid down their lives a willing sacrifice, is being Bold to real estate speculators at a certain price per foot, while but few of the old landmarks remain to connect Chattanooga of 18GfS with the Chattanooga of to day. Furtiicr back in the history of the city it was a straggling Indian village, nestled at the foot of Lookout. Mountain, while four miles distant Ross' Landing was established on the Tennessee River.

The Chattanooga of tho olde.n time is now St. Elmo made famous by the pen of Augusta Evans, while tho Chattanooga of to day is on the site once occupied by Ross' Lauding. Tradition says that the word means "hawk's nest" in the Indian tongue, being derived from "chatta," hawk, and "nooga," nest. Some of the older citizens can still remember the lime when they hunted rabbits in the thickly populated portions of tho city, and but a few miles away it requires no vivid imagination to picture the Indians as they made this their rendezvous. About twelve miles from tho city is Wallen's Ridge; a wild, weird, romantic range, in which deep gorges, immense rocks and small caves abound.

Even yet an occasional bear or deer is seen among these almost impassable cliffs snd many years ago it afforded a retreat for all kinds of game. This rendered it peculiarly attractive to the Indians and they made it a general hunting ground, while the Cherokee Nation would frequently hold its councils here. At the Village of Chattanooga were manufactured the implements of husbandry and war. Even yet great quantities of stone hatchets, arrow heads and pottery can be found on Williams Island and near the foot of Lookout Mountain. One of tho noted chiefs of the Cherokee Nation was John Ross, from whom one of tho presidents of the Cherokee tribe in the Indian Territory was descended.

An old half breed Indian by this well known name was found on Sand Mountain by the writer, and from him was gleaned the following interesting legend, given as nearly as possible in his own'language: "I am an old man now, and will soon go to the land of the setting sun, where my fathers have long since been gathered. Tis over seventy years since, as a boy, I left my home on Wallen's Ridge, and with my tribe sought for other hunt ing grounds. Our tribe is scattered as the. leaves by the winds of the Autumn, aud those who yet remain are crowned with the frosts of the Winter. The white man did not drive us from the pleasant wigwams on Sunset Itock, nor the villages by the beautiful river.

I know not who they were, but they were sent by the Great Spirit. We wandered along the banks of the river, or climbed among the rocks of the mountain, and knew no other thought than happiness until a white man came among us. Arinook, the medieino man, had a daughter. She was as fair as the rays of the sun and as pure as the dew on tho mountain flower. She was sought by the braves of the tribe and they would lay their trophies at her feet, and stili young and innocent as the deer she would bound among the rocks and none could follow her.

She would push her canoe down tho river and laugh the rapids into silence; hei song would ring out among the hills aud the rocks would answer back in melody. Sho was tho good spirit of the tribe and none could ever die if sho ministered to them. A whito man came. He was strong and brave and none could throw the tomahawk or pull the bow as well as he. None knew whence he came, but as the shadows of tho days passed by he still was there and he won the right at our rports to join the tribe.

He was then our brother, and as such wo had to receive him. The dark clouds seemed to gather over tho maiden and she would sit by the little streams and play nith the pebbles. No more could her laugh or her song be heard, and wo feared that she would die. Our whito brother alone could cheer her and at his footstep she was glad. He told her of his far away homo and her heart was full of Joy, but her father, the medicine man, answered miy to iiis wooing, and the hearts of tho yonna people were sad.

Often they would meet where the sun went down behind the rocks and they would sit and hold each other's hand and never speak. She was a dutiful daughter and never would she consent to go without tho blessing of her father and the tribe. One day they strolled where tho waters beat against the rocks (the suck) and with the song the Chcro kees sing when death is near they clasped their hands, threw themselves down into tho river and were never seen again, but I have often heard the song when the river was low, as the water dashed against the rocks where their bodies had lain. Soon after this the Great Spirit showed that ho was displeased, the deer and tho bear could no longer be found and strango Indians appeared. Tall were they, and large, and with mighty strength.

They could throw great rocks farther than the winds would carry an arrow. On each side of their heads were great horns, and their eyes were like tho wild cat and gleamed through tho darkness. They did not speak, but they would growl until the earth would tremble, and fire came from their mouths. They wero everywhere, and in our councils the braves could find no way to compete with these evil spirits. So we gathered our women and our children and our dogs and our tents and our bows, and wo wandered over the mountains until we came to the side of a river where no moccasin had ever trailed, and here we beseeched the Great Spirit to let us abide.

My tribe anil kindred wandered even fur ther yet. and I alone am left; and soon too, will join my fathers in tho happy hunting ground." Cluittanooaa Letter. KISSKI) BY A SPIRIT. The following, taken from the forthcoming report of the American Society of Psychical He search, is quite interesting: 0 West TumTV rouicrn Street, New York, July ishk Mr. Houoson: Dear Sir In compliance with your request I write you the experience which I had in 1880.

I think it was April Friday night. Wo had just moved here that, day from IS West Twenty first street, and the day of December previous my Mrs. Allie Kcrnochan, had passed away to spirit life. Her husband, who was so nearly crushed from her death, left us the following February, I think, and went to live in Central City, Dak. The night of April I was very tired out from moving.

No beds being up I slept on the lloor in the back parlor of West Thirty fourth street. I have two houses, and Mrs. a widow then, that I have since lost track of, but who lives somewhere, I think, in Texas, slept with mo; also, my daughter, a young girl. After lying down to rest I remember of feeling a drifting sensation of seeming almost as if I was going out of the body. My eyes were closed: soon I realized that I was, or seemed to bo, going fast somewhere.

All seemed dark to me. Suddenly I realized that I was in a room; then I saw Charley lying in a bed asleep; then I took a look at the furniture of tho room and distinctly saw every article of furniture in the room, even to a chair at the head of tho bed, which had one of tho pieces broken in the back, aud Charley's clothes lay across tho bottom of tho chair. In a moment the door opened and my spirit daughter, Allie, came into the room and stepped up to the bed and stooped down and kissed Charley. He seemed to at once realizo hor presence and triod to hold her, but she passed right out of the room about like a feather blown by tho wind; and then, after a moment, she came back again, when Charley seemed to realize that he must keei) quiet if lie would see her, so ho lay still and she went up to tho bed and kissed him again: then she sat down on the side of the bed and unbuttoned his nightshirt collar. I saw that it had a ruffle around it.

She laid the collar back and laid her head on his breast. Then Charley softly put his arm up around her, and I looked on tho picture for awhile; then I thought I could open my eyes, and with difficulty I got my eyes open, they seemed so heavy to mo, but when succeeded in opening them I received a sudden shock, such as if I had fallen from tho ceiling to the floor. It frightened and woke up both Mrs. 11. and my daughter, who asked what was the matter.

Of course I told them my experience, and tho following Sunday I wrote as was always my custom, to my son in law.Charloy. telling him of all of my experience, describing the room as 1 saw it furnished. It took a letter six days to go from here to Dakota, and tho same length of time, of course, to come from thoro here; and, at tho end of six days, judge of my sur and the sheets '''mta't seek the lady of the house and demand ah explanation. Ho turned and looked again, rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming The bed quilts were neatly tucked, and there was nothing that would prove that the bed had been occupied.

Pshaw! His mind was wandering, the events of the night wero playing upon his mind and he went down town. He sought a friend, a cool, reBolute man, to whom he impart, ed his story, and they agreed to watch together that night. His friend, Arthur Harrington, agreed to meet him at 10 o'clock, and he repaired to a gunsmith and purchased a revolver and a dark lantern. That night, in company with Harrington, ho returned to his quarters at 10:15 o'clock, and stepped into the parlor. Tho night was cloudy and rather dark, and with light extinguished the two men awaited developments in silence.

Tho cathedral clock in tho library chimed the eleventh hour, the quarter hour, tho half hour, and then again the quarter hour. How quiet. Tho silence reigned supremo. A shadowy figure appeared in the darkness. Harriugton touched his friend on tho arm.

A stealthy tiptoeing in the hallway, the door moved slowly, and an instant later a tall, white figure of a man dressed in the fashion of bygone ages, entirely out of proportion, glided, not walked, but moved mysteriously across the room and silently disappeared. A flash from tho dark lantern. The hall door was still ajar. The two men stole into tho corridor, when low voices wero hoard in the attic. Up the stairs they crept, Harrington leading tho way.

At the first landing they paused a moment, and in the light of tho lantern Harrington examined his rovolver and muttored: "I'll make it a sorry night for any ghost prowling around the premises." Again in darkness, the two men, with rapid pulsos, felt their way up tho attic stairs, and when tho head had been reached Harrington quietly pushed in tho door. On tho opposite side of tho room was a low bed, and in it lay an old man. Harrington guarded tho door, whilo his friend crossed the room and pulled off tho covers. HorrorB! A bkeleton lay there, exposed to full view by the bright bull's eye lamp. A chuckle at tho door and a whito form passed down the stairs.

The two men sprang after the retreating form, and ghost and pursuers rushed pell mell down tho stairs to the parlor, where Harrington dropped the lantern. Tho spector turned, and a hollow, mocking laugh was heard. Harrington fired a shot, the bullet in its flight striking the apparition in the loft sido above the heart. A Bmall stream like fire issued, and with tho laugh dying on its pale lips the form faded away. A blue light was seen in tho narrow hallway, and a moment lator tho woman of tho night bofore appoared and placed tho lamp on the table.

"Good morning, stranger," she uttered the same remark she used the provious night. Harrington was amazed at her fresh beauty, but, determined to solve tho mystery, he askod: "Where did you come from i Who is in tho cellar The lady smiled sweetly and nodded her head pleasantly, but did not deign to reply. Harrington essayed to seize her arm. Ugh I He grasped empty air. A moment later a cold hand settled on his forehead, a man of massivo build entered from the kitchen and, having a revolver, fired at the woman, who fell to the floor with a Bhriok.

Harrington returned tho lire and bounded toward him; tho light went out, and a moment later he stumbled over the open trap door into the cellarway, where he was struck several sharp blows. His friend fared His clothes wero nearly torn from his body, and while he lay almost unconscious ho heard two moans and cries of pain issuing from the cellarway in which Harrington had fallen. The spring in the clock Broke, and all the china in the pantry was shaking violently. Tho very beams of tiio house wero trembling, and it seemed as though all the elements were concentrating their furies on tho place and wreaking vengeance, dread and dire. In the sittingroom ho saw for the third time tho young woman, in semi deshabille this tune, and a moment later a fair looking man entered and fired a shot which sent her shrieking to tho floor.

When morning came the landlady again woke him from his deep sleep. He sought Harrington, who was still unconscious in the cellar. A physician was summoned and ho was resuscitated. The events of the past two nights were briefly narrated to the housekeepor, who smiled faintly and said: "Yes, they say the house is haunted, and every night a young woman treads the carpet of this room. That is her picture over the mantelpiece.

She was shot in the sittingroom by her husband one aftennoon several years ago. Her namo was Stella. Poor child, sho was my only daughter." Tho house still stands, though it has been re modeled and fitted up, and to this day strango sounds are heard after nightfall. Doors open and shut and the floors croak mysteriously, and whenever a storm is raging unearthly groans proceed from different parts of tho house. It is needless to add that the gentleman novor returned to his room.

Denver News. A SPOOK AS A WITNESS. "Did you ever talk with Loammi Hall after ho was buried?" was the startling question put to Ellon Nelson, who was testifying tho Hall contested will caso boforo Judgo Jamieson. The lawyers objected, but tho Court admitted tho question, and the interpreter was told to ask it, as Mrs. Nelson cannot speak English.

The query was made and "Yes" came tho answer unfalteringly. "Didn't ho como to you af tor lie was dead and tell you ho was not buried iu the right place "Yes." "Didn't he say he had desired to be buried at Park Ridge, but instead was buried at Grace land "Yes." "Did you not say, after Mr. Hall's death, that he made a great noise in the house when ho camo to you "I told Harry 'Hall that, and it was true." "Did you understand that it was becauBO there was a wrong done in tho making of a will that Mr. Hall camo roaming around there at night?" "Yes, partly that and partly becauso he was buried in the wrong placo." "Do yon now and did you then believe that it was Loammi Hall that mado those noises and came there "I know it was." The members of tho jury moved uneasily in. their chairs while Mrs.

Nelson's examination was going on, and the judge grew pale and the ton sion was getting very hard to bear indeed, when the attorney obligingly switched off on another subject. Loammi Hall died somo time since and left $75,000, divided among several relatives, and Mrs. Minerva H. Purdy, his sister, is attacking the will. Chicago Mail.

THE PHANTOM OF RABUN. Possibly but few people nro familiar with the bit of ground in Rabun County known as the Whitmire Hill. Its chief claim for notoriety lies in tho fact of its being popularly supposed to bo the play ground of a number of disembodied spirits. Sitnated one and a half miles to the north of Clayton, between two frowning mountains, with a deep gorge on eitbor side, and clothed with sad and somber pines, among whoso houghs the wind continually plays a mournful requiem, it is certainly a spot calculated to bring all that is superstitious in man's nature to tho front. The high road from Clayton to Franklyn, N.

0., leads directly over tho top of this hill, and just on the top is a level spot in the road, perhaps twenty yards in length, where all these wonderful sights and sounds are seen and hoard. Ofton has the traveler's ears been suddenly atartlod by the mournful hoo hoo or demoniac laughter of the great horned owl and the eldrich shriek of the night hawk, or perhaps the first Bound that greets tho oar would be that of a soft whir of wings, accompanied by a viciouB, snapping sound, as if someone was rapidly striking two dry sticks together, to be almost instantly followed by tho tremulous wail of a little screech owl. Being placed by nature almost bofore that great natural gateway iu the Bluo Ridgo known as Rabun Gap, it is almost constantly enveloped during the Summer and Autumn with the denBO fogs and mists that rise out of the fertile valley of tho Little Tennessee, which lies some few miles to tho north, and, as a matter of course, everything is favorable to tho development of those phosphorescent gleams known as fox fire. The belated traveler iB often startled upou turning an abrupt bend in the road by being confronted with immenso sheets or beds of this substance, lying spread upon the ground in front nd to either side. It appeared from the story of old citizens that there was a couple of foul, and mysterious murders done at that level spot on the hill long be Preserve Their Interest in Human Affairs.

gtory Told by a Haunted Teapot Verbatim Report of nn Interview With a Skeleton A Specter on Horseback Objecting Because He Was Burled In the Wrong Place Spiritnal Osculation Verified Accounts of Mysterious nouses Other Equally Authentic Narratives. A story, so remarkable as to be scarcely worthy Of credence had not the narrator been a lady of unimpeachable veracity, was related to your correspondent a few days ago. The lady, who is a member of an old, aristocratic family, told me the story in the following terms: When the founder of the American branch of our family camo over from England, be brought a large quantity of silverware, already very old. Among tho various articles was a teapot of curious workmanship and shape. In fact, the odd VobboI may not have been a toapot, but it was called so.

All of this silver was stolen during the Bevolutiohary War, the toapot included; but the morning after tho theft, to the great surprise of the family, this particular piece was found in its accustomed place. No one could even Burmise how it camo there. Through all the changes of circumstances and residence that lea pot has remained with us. I would only weary you were I to recite the numerous times it has been lost, stolen and even sold, and yet, through Bome mysterious intervention, it has always made its way back to the possession of the family. But the most wonderful thing in connection with this Singular vessel is that never, since we possess any rocord of it, has it been put to its ostensible use.

The first I knew of this was when I was a girl of 10. My mother was giving a large tea party and while she was arranging her table she placed upon it the toapot we ordinarily used. "Mother," I exclaimed, "why don't you use that lovely old teapot which camo from She answered, gravely: "Alice, you are old enough now to bear the story of that teapot and I will tell it to you, for the thing will eventually become yours. The history of the vessel no one knows, but it has been remarked by its possessors for generations that no one has ever been able to use it. "Place it on the table ami, watch it as you will, it is invariably removed and returned to its rase, by what I cannot say." "Well.

I'll engage to find out," 1 said, "if you'll let me get it Shu gave her consent, and put the teapot on the table, taking niv sent within reach of it. My mother went on with her work, passi ng in and out of the room, while I sat intently regarding the beautiful old piece of silver. About live minutes passed, when I received a violent blow on the cheek, which caused me to turn indignantly to see my assailant. There was no one in the room! Hurt and bewildered, I looked back at the table, but the teapot was gone. Iran to Die closet, on the shelf of which the thing was kept, and there I saw it in its place.

I calledjny mother and told her what had ha ppeued. You see," she said, "it does not intend to be used." After some years Iho teapot became my property, but I had such a horror of the diabolical thing that I kept it under lock and key for some time. At last one of my neighbors sent to borrow a teapot of me on the occasion of a high tea. Thinking to find out whether its peculiarities Were only exercised for the family's benefit or not, I sent her my strange heirloom. In an hour or two my friend came running in.

"My dear friend," she cried, "have yon heard anything of your teapot? I fear it lias been Htolon. I had filled it and left it on the table, when I left tho room for a moment. On my return I found the tea spilt and running from the cloth and tho pot gone." We went to my closet together, and, though the door had been locked and the key in my pocket, there sat the teapot in its place. There was nothing tor it but to make a elea breast of it to her. but I could see that she was incredulous and very much oltcnded.

I resolved now to have the thing melted down, but tho fact of its being an heirloom caused mo to reconsider my resolution. My husband, too, persuaded me to try and solve the mystery before destroying so remarkable an object. Overcoming the horror, and even terror, with which I regarded the thing. I brought it out one evening and my husba nd and I sat down to watch it. As we lixed our eyes on it we saw distinctly a delicato feminine hand closo its shadowy lingers about the handle and carry the teapot through the air to the closet.

Once at rest on the shelf the hand relinquished its hold and vanished, and we brought the teapot hack to the table, resuming our watch. Again the phantom hand seized the handle, bin Mr caught the spout and clung to it. Then ensued a struggle between my husbandand the invisible power (hat sought to remove tho teapot from the room. For several moments, during which, my husband says, lie seemed turning slowly to ice, the struggle went on, when suddenly the uncanny thing was snatched from the living hand that held it, and, to our surprise, replaced on the table. Wo ran to it and saw a clear, colorless liquid gradually rise from sonic invisible spring and fill the teapot.

We bent our heads over it and saw, instead of the bottom, a spacious room, that is, no seemed to be looking as through a window into such an apartment. There were three persons in the room, a man and two women. knowledge of by gone fashions was not sufficient for me to accurately determine the nationality and period of their dress, but from what I did know! judged it belonged to England, of perhaps the middle of the. Eighteenth Century. Both women were beautiful, one in a dark, vivacious style, the other in a blonde English way.

The man seemed to divide equally between the two his attentions, which were courtly and what would now seem exaggerated and affected. The lair woman went to a table and took up my teapot! She poured out a eup of some liquid (whether it was tea or not I can not tell), and handed it to the dark woman, who. in turn, presented it to the man. He appeared to protest, but finally drank it. The fair woman made a gesture, as if to prevent it, but was too late.

She again filled the eup and gave it to the other woman, who drank it. As she did so, the man fell to the lloor.evi der.tly dying, the dark woman falling also on her knees beside him. She arose soon and turning to the murderess cursed her judged by her silent gesture and the teapot to which she pointed). This done, she fell beside the man, and the next moment the liquid turned blood led, while a low, long drawn moan and a ringing, cruel laugh of triumphant scorn were heard in the room. The.

lights burned blue and dickered so low that we could scarcely see tho face of the other. A chill wind swept over us, and after it everything resumed its usual aspect, but the teapot once more empty and cmite dry, sat in its accustomed place on the closet shelf. We sent it next day to have it melted down, but it wa m't forty eight hours before my horror was back again. Yes, if you call I'll show it to you, for I have given up. I know I'm saddled with it for life.

Houston (Tex.) Correspondence ti tube Democrat. A SPECTRAL HOKSK AM) UIDUR. "A singular incident happened in my trio across your county some months back some of your leaders may explain. Coming from Carolina and crossing the river on the Hat of an old timed and well behaved darky calling himself Lawson, mounted on a gentle but spirited animal purchased for my special use from your energetic countryman. Captain Lyon, in Augusta, following the direction, of a lino looking old gentleman, I took the left hand on top of the bill and followed my nose.

I'assing a comfortable farm house, with numerous fruit trees, pea fowls and a half score of pretty children; then through the woodland to a cabin, at which was a bald headed man conversing with a colored girl. Then came a farm house, where a well mannered lanic lad gavo me a cool drink of spring water. Then through woods to a large frame dwelling, from the piazza of which were spread eleven beautiful borne made quilts, thence up and down hill until suddenly my gentle animal became very excited, and, without any warning, a female, mounted on Horse, appeared at my left side. Sbe wore a cracker bonnet and was plainly but oonil'onabiy dressed, and carried a small bundle. The form and color of the animal, as well as her figure and clothing, were perfectly distinct, but then; was no substance.

I could see through her body and that oi the animal. Quieting somewhat my horse I saluted her, but re A MYSTERY THAT CAN'T BE EXPLAINED. A mile and a half from this city, on the Harrison road, stands an old brick house which has been teuantloBS for years on account of the spirits who infest it. Nothing can be learned as to tho origin of or reason for their abode in the house, but tho disturbances havo boon witnessed by a great many people and caunot be doubted. Tho last family living there was named Wilson, and their experience was of most thrilling interest.

The first night that they wero there a large, black bird lit on the foot of the bed, and its eyes seemed to pierce the very bouI of the terrified occupant of tho room. Tho bird could not be induced to leavo, and tho family concluded to abandon tho room. A soaroh was instituted the next morning, but thero was no bird in tho room and their was seemingly no way for him to havo escaped. Tho next night Mr. Wilson occupied tho room alono and the bird camo again.

Tho man fired at it, bnt it did not movo. Ho fired five shots', and tho last shot the bird disappeared. It did not seem to fall, but simply vanished. At that moment thero was tho sound of a heavy body falling down tho stairs. The sound was accompanied with piercing shrieks and loud groans that woke up every ono in tho houso.

Lamps wero lighted and tho houso thoroughly searched, but nothing oould bo found. It was determined to try tho place ono moro night, and a number of tho neighbors wero called iii to help watch for tho ghostly disturber. They divided themselves into squads and took possession of overy room in the houso, including the collar and garret. At just 12 o'elock a woman clad in whito, with a child in her arms, came through each room simultaneously. Sho was bonding ovor tho child and weeping most pite.

ously. Suddenly the noiso of a heavy body falling downstairs was heard and tho form of tho woman disappeared at tho Bamo momont. Then the shrieks and groans of tho night bofore wero heard. This lasted several minutes, and when it ceased tho black bird flow in and porohed on the head of the bed, as before. The house was vacated tho next day, nnd no ono could bo induced to hvo in it, but lights can be scon almost every night moving about the old house, while occasionally the form of tho woman can bo discernod through tho windows.

It is an unoxplaimiblo mystery and will always remain so. Chattanooga (Tenn.) Correspondence Exchange. A TRIP FROM SPOOK LAND. We commend to the attention of tho Society for Fsychical Research tho latest dream story in connection with racing. A well known ex military sportsman for some weeks past had mado up his mind that ho would try and dream tho winner of the Lincoln Handicap.

This ingenious idea of his he announced to several of his friends, who naturally smiled somewhat skoptically on tho would be peer. However, on Monday night fivo times in succession ho dreamt that No. had won the raco. As was no horso of that name tho sportsman in question came to the eon elusion that his vision must refer to tho number on the card. He made no secret of his belief and yesterday morning ho sent a messenger to King's Cross to got iho card and back his droam number.

There woro no cards to be had at the station. Accordingly, he wired to Messrs. W. H. Smith Sons' bookstall at Lincoln for tho name of No.

1 3 on the day's card for the handicap. Tho answer camo back promptly, "Wiso Man." Tho resolute dreamer immediately backed tho horse, with tho happy result that all wiso racing men now wot of. Every detail of this singular story iB absolutely true, and there are many who can testify to having heard tho prophocy of No. delivered on Tuesday afternoon London Telegraph. ALL SAW THE SAME VISION.

It is a most singular fact that under certain combined conditions bf fatigue, discomfort and malaria whole bodies of men such as companies of soldiers havo boon Boizod by tho same terrific dream, and have been awakened simultaneously, shrieking with torror. Such an instanco is re. latod by Laurant, when, after a forced march, 800 French soldiers were packed in a ruined Calabrien monastery, which could ill accommodate half that number. At midnight frightful cries issued from every corner of the building, as frightened men rushed from it, each declaring that it was the abode of the evil one that they had seen him in the form of a big black dog, who throw himself upon their breasts for an instant and then disappeared. Tho men wore pursuaded to roturn to the samo shelter on tho next night, their officers promising to keop watch besido them.

Shortly after midnight the samo sceno was re enacted, the samo cries, tho samo flight, as the soldiers rushed forth in a body to escape the suffocating embrace of tho black dog. Tho wakeful officers had Been nothing. The Argosy. AFRAID OF SPOOKS. The Plegans, as a class and we learned tho same is truo of Indians everywhere in the Northwest aro exceedingly superstitious.

Thoir bete noir is tho evil spirit, and somehow the idea prevails in the mind of tho average Indian that thiB same dreaded evil spirit loams about after dark and iB liablo to pounce down upon his victim at any time. For this reason the Indian will not travel aloue at night. Ho is in dread of tho wicked personago reforred to and does not caro to cope with him, single handed. He is willing to travel at night if accompanied by others, and take his chances; but alono, novor. When darkness overtakes him and ho ia on tho tramp ho stops, lights a tiro and camps where he is until daylight.

With the Indian misfortune and disease are regarded as tho result of the displeasure of their deity. Death in some of the tribes in the great Northwest is believed to be an unhappy, an undesirable, change, and when it occurs they still live, although they take the form of some creature among wild animals. And so when this body puts off things mortal it enters immortality in tho form of some lower animal Troy Times. AN ADVOCATE'S SENSATIONALISM. To the Editor or the Srooklun Ragle: I was quite surprised in reading ox Jndgo Rey.

nolds' address in his opening to tho jury in tho Dudgeon trial, when he said: If people are to bo punished for such offenses the conrts will havo to bo multiplied, and, as Falstaff said, "God help tho wicked." Everybody knows that in this community thero is a laxity of morals which permits women in fashionable life to resort to unlawful means to save themselves from interruption in thoir enjoyment of social gayeties. Such crimes take place more often in fashionable life than among the poorer classes. Don't let ub be Pharisees about this matter. You all know and I know that it is a com. mon thing.

Does ex.Jtidgo Reynolds wish it to bo under, stood that ho bolioves the abovo, or did he in dulge in such an unjust fling at the virtuous por. tion of our city merely to help clear his rich client Judgo Reynolds has occupied an honorable position and mado an excellent record aa a judge. Ho is also said to bo a church member, but we who are not lawyers cannot roeoncile tho above sentiments expressed by him with the honest good conscience of a good citizen, to say nothing of a good Christian. Perhaps the judgo may, and I hope will, explain how it may be right for a lawyer to say Buch thingB when I certainly would not think it right for a Layman. Brooklyn, Amir, 10, 1889.

A UNION STATION. To the Editor or the Brooklyn Eagle: As the Fulton street elevated railroad is cxtend ing.its road across tho Long Island track and will have a station at the crossing, would it not be a good idea to build a union station there for tho Long Island road, the Canarsie road and the road? Thousands of pooplo will change cars at this point, and if they can cross the tracks above the street level it will bo a great accommodation and prevent many accidents. It. I. H.

Brooklyn, April 10, 1880. Tho people desire great improvements in the mail aorvice, but it is a question whether a Republican politician liko Clarkson can mend matters," Bays tho Chicago News. Yet even Clarkson ought to be able to mend mattei 8, if the principle of tho greatest amount of patronage to the victorious party holds good. rtairs, and tho hall bedroom, which were con 1 nected by an aleovo hung with heavy, spotless white lace. nituro in tho two rooms was costly and dark, mado the contrast with the pure white the more marked.

She informed him in a modest way that if he so desired he could use the parlor in the evening when he wished to enjoy a smoke. The privilege of tho library was also granted. This latter was appreciated, owing to tho choice collection of books and magazines. He went down town that evening, a bright Summer night, the moon shining in space, and throwing a cold, silvery light over nature. That night ho played several games of billiards, and at 11 o'clock reached his new home.

As he opened the hall door he noticed that tho parlor door was ajar, and a light burning low in the sittingroom. Ho stepped on tho soft carpets of tho parlor, crossed the floor, and, pushing aside the portieres between the two rooms, saw the landlady seated in an easy chair, her head resting on her band, her elbow on the chair arm. She glanced up quietly. They conversed about a quarter of an hour in low tones, when Bhe arose, and, bidding him good night, passed up stairs. Ho lit his cigar and was smoking placidly in that frame of mind so peculiar to tho confirmed bachelor, when a strange silence settled over tho room, and in the dim gaslight a feeling of awe gradually ovor camo him.

He felt that he was not alono. Ho shook himself, and, throwing, his half burned cigar in a china cuspidor, turned out tho light. The moonbeams broke softly in through tho half parted lace curtains and dancod on tho rich carpets in apparent ecstasy of delight. The night was cold, tho air sweet and delicious, and with a feeling of satisfaction he closed the parlor door and sank resignedly in a comfortable settee. How long he sat buried in contemplation ho did not know.

A cloud paBsed under tho moon and the room was left in total darkness. Tho wind arose and sighed. Ho heard the floor in the hallway creak. Paralyzed, he sat upright, his hands clinched to resist the unwarranted intrusion. A moment, and a light step.

The night grew darker, the wind sounded moro dismal to tho norvotts watcher. Ho got up cautiously and steppod forward. At tho same instant he heard a dress rustlo behind him. Ho turned and was about to speak, when tho parlor door noiselessly opened aud struck him in the back. With blood congealed and cold chills permeating his back, he reached out his hand.

In the darkness his finger tips camo in contact with a velvety something what? Strange, fantastic forms flitted hither and thither in darkness. Speechless, ho tried to cry out. Riveted to the floor, he could not move. He tried to gaze through tho room a step on tho stairs of the cellar way, the floor creaked significantly and a hoarse whisper, "Wait," startled him. Through the darkness camo a faint bluo light.

How quiet the room Death like silence prevailed, and an instant later there burst into full view a woman of dazzling beauty, young, a picture of health, her face all dimpled in a sweet, childish smile. "Good evening, stranger" her voice was soft and low, and with a winning smile the vision stepped forward and motioned the startled smoker to a seat on a soft chair. Surprised beyond measure he sat down besido her. He dared not speak, although the apparition laughed merrily, touched him lightly on tho arm and sprang to her feet with "Light your cigar," and liko a fairy, a sylph gliding noiselessly across tho room, she disappeared in the hallway that led to tho kitchen. He heard a few hasty words spoken in a language he could not comprehend, and in an instant she returned with a burning match, which sho applied to his cigar.

He noticed the white fingers, the neatly trimmed nails, aud on tho index finger he saw a gold ring and an intricately woven chain bracelet of gold and silver linked alternately a striking combination. She threw the burning match to the floor when the cigar was lighted, and both watched in silence tho last spark as it burned brighter and suddenly went out. Ho felt her warm breath upon his cheok, he touched her tapering finger, cold as ico. She laughed and murmured something soft and low that ho did not catch. He glanced quickly at her; she laid her delicate fingers on his arm, and in a sweet voice asked him the timo.

Ho reached for his watch and held it in front of his face, and in the impenetrable darkness he could not see his hand before his face. Radiant in her loveli liness. he could see the lady plainly. She rose to her feet, her faco wreathed in bewitching smiles, and everything in the room invisible in the Cimmerian vail except the rapturous figure. A terrible thought flashed through his mind.

The very roots of his hair were freezing, and with a shriek on his lips ho arose to his feet, whilo tho form of the woman becamo fainter and faintor, and finally vanished into' air as ho fell unconscious to the floor. When the gentleman came to the sun was shining brightly in the room and tho landlady was bending over him. At her instigation ho rose wearily to his feet and accepted her invitation to breakfast, but kept quiet the event of the previous night, and explained to her that he fell asleep on tho settee, and probably sunk to tho floor. Lighting a cigar he strollod out in the front yard,.