Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1856-12-11

| been driven from the spot by supernat.
uriu disturbance as yet unexplained; OF
the coincidence that this dreary night
was the ghostly Hallow Eve; then of the
superstition that spirits, when they wish
to appear to only one in room, have
the power of casting all Others into .
sleep, from which the haunted one can.
not awake them; and of isolaling their
victim from all the natural world-eyen
from the very bed-fellow by their side.
The room was yelydark and stiH--solid
blackness and dead silence. II oppres-
sed me like nightmare. tlast, when
my senses grew accustomed to the
scenes by straining my eyes, | could
dimly perceive beyond the foot of my
bed, the segment of circle formed By
the fan light window, that now only
seemed thinner darkness, and bystrain.
| ing my ears, could family hear the
stealthy fall Of the drilling rain. 1t
was almost worse than the first total 81
lence and darkness; for ii kept my nerves
on strange qtt cice of attention. -
Presently this was over too. The steal
thy sound of the DRILLING rain ceased
Yet, darker clouds must have lowered
over the earth, for the faint outline OF
the fan light window was no longer Wis
IDLE. All was once more black darkness
and intense silence, and again felt OPP
pressed almost to suffocatiom-w welcome
now would have been the faint fall of
the fine rain, or the dim outline of the
window. | strained my senses in vain,
no sight or sound responded. I felt
| the silence and the darkness settling ike
the clods of the ground upon my breast.
Hoo-oo-o,
Hark! what was that? thought start
ing.
Hoo-oo-o-oi ... .s
Oh. the wailing voice of some low,
wandering wind, | concluded.
JVhi,r-ia7'-,r-r-r., ss.,.
Yes! the wind is rising, but how like
a lost spirit it walls.
J5T-7v-rT-r-r-r!
My Lord! it's not the wind! What
is it? Great Heavens!
Ji5-Tf-rT-rr-1'-2-a'-g't
started up in sitting posture, and
bathed in a cold psrspiration, remained
listening, my hair bristling with terror.
r-rr-Y-,' -y--' Ra!-ha.-ha.H
l could bear no springing out,
l called
GRANDMOTHER! Grandmother
What's the matter? Why what ais
the
ooh! listen! LISTEN!
Listen to arhatH-you are dreamingp
.Dreaming, am |? oh, wait. listenr
Urr.r7-sr-l%,'-r- H1.t-hot-ha.n
1t was as plainly as ever heard, the
sound of the rolling of a ball, followed
by peal ofdemoniac laughter. 4 turn
ed On Mrs. Hawkins an APPALLED, bsok.
She was surprised, but selfpossessed,
and evidently bent on calmly listening
and investigating. She sat straight up
in bed with strong, concentrated at-
tention to the sounds. They came
again
U5Y-rr-ry-T-r-r-a-1'-Y--r /!
n ten strike at ldsti- O's a dead shotr
81 dead shotr-'4 dead shot" was
echoed all around.
Gsapdmother calmly threw. the quilts
off her, stepped out of bed, and began
to dress herself.
Strike light, Madeline she said.
What are you going to do, grand
mother
Dress myself and examine the prem
iSes.'
TTT-TT-Ir-r-r-r-r-rdttle-te-6Q bangle. -
"Ha!-ho-ha' sounded once more
the demoniac noise and laughter. The
match box nearly dropped from my
shaking hands, but struck the light
The sudden flash awoke Alice Just as
another sonorous roll OF the ball, and
fall Of the pins, and peal OF demon laugh
ter, sounded holloway around us.
Heaven and earth. what is that?' she
exclaimed, starting up.
What do you think it is, Alice:' said
My Lord. my Lord.-i is the phan-
toms Of the murderer and the murdered,
playing over again their last game!''
cried the girl in an agony of terror.
Just at this moment a distinct knock
ing was heard at the foot Of the stair
case.
Alice screamed.
/ held my breath.
The knocking was repeated.
who is there?' said Mrs. Hawkins,
going to the head of the stairs.
No answer, but the knocking repeat
ed, and then frightened, plaintive voice
crying-'Ole Nist'ess-ole Mist'ess-
oh! do for the Lords sake let me in,
chile! the hairs almos' turn gray on my
head
is that you, Cassy?'
Yes, honey-yes, what the chooses has
left o me- replied the poor creature, IN
dying voice.
Grandmotherwent down the stairs and
opened the door at the foot, and Classy
came tumbling upinto the room after her.
She was absolutely ashen gray with ter
ror, and her limbs shook so that she could
scarcely stand.
ooh! did you hear-did you hear all
the chooses and devils playing ninepins
together in our very house! she gasped,
dropping into a chair.
As if in answer to her question, once
more the phantom ball rolled in detona-
ting thunder, the pins fell with rafting
sound, followed by hollow shout Of tri-
umph!
Classy fell on her knees and crossed
herself devoutiy.
Alice clunginterror to her grandmother.
I felt that the time to play the heroine
was come, and strove to exhibit selfpos-
session and courage.
Take up the candle, Classy, and lead
the way down stairs, we must go and
search the house., said Mrs. Hawkins.
80! for de Lords sake don't, don't ole
Mistess, honey. don't be -temptin' O
providence leave de chooses alone and
STAY here, and fasten the door
4 shall search the house and grounds,
said Mrs. Hawkins. in a peremptorv voice