The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1859-09-29

"' thc s'ihc hour, always proceeding from
under my windows, and appearing to come
from the empty air. could not doubt
that it was meant entirely for me- rarely
supped abroad but the nights l did so,
nothing was heard; and several times when
l came home, and was asking my mother
and servants if they had heard anything,
it suddenly burst forth rs if in the midst
Of lis. One night, tho President de B.
at whose house had supped, desired to
see me safely home. While he was bid
ding me good night at my door, the cry
broke out seemingly between him and me.
lie, like all Paris, was awarcsof the story ;
but he was so horrifcd that his servants
lifted him into his carriage more dead than
alive.
Another time I asked my comrade,
iose!y, to accompany Inc to the Rue St.
llonore, to choose some stuflS, and then pay
visit to Madcmoiselle de st. p, who
lived near the Porte St. Denis. My ghost
story (as it was calleD was tho subject Of
our Whole conversation. This intelligent
young man was struck by my adventure,
though he did not believe there was any
thing supernatural in it. lie pressed me
to evoke the phantom, promising TO believe
if it answered my call. With weak au-
dacity | complied; and suddenly the cry
was heard three times with fearful loudness
and rapidity. When we arrived at our
friends door, botl, Of US were found SENSE
less in the carriage.
After this scene l remained for some
months without hearing anything.
thought it was all over, but l was mis-
taken.
{ All the public performances had been
transferred to Versailles on account Of the
marriage of the Dauphin. We were to
pass three days there, but sufficient Iods-
lngs were not provided for us. Madame
Grandvai had no apartment and l offered
to share with her the room with two beds
which had been assigned to me in the ave
nue. of St. Cloud. l gave her one of the
beds and took the other. While my maid
was undressing to lie down beside me,
said to her, We are at the worlds end
here, and it is dreadful weather; the cry
would be somewhat puzzled to get at u.s.
In moment it rang through the room.
Madame Grandval ran in her night dress
from top to bottom of the house, in which
nobody closed HI eye for the rest of the
light. This, however, was the last time
the cry was heard.
Scven Or eight days aftcrward, while
was chatting with my usual evening circle,
the sound Of the clock striking eleven was
followed by the report of gun fired at
one of the windows. We all heard the
noise, we all saw the fire, yet the window
was unchanged. We concluded that some
one sought my life, and that it was neces
sary to take precautions against another
attempt. The Intendant des Menus Plaisirs,
who was present, flew to the house Of his
friend, NJ. dc Marville, the Lieutenant of
Police. The houses opposite mine were
instantly searched, and for several days
were guarded from top to bottom. My
house was closely examined; the street
was filled with spies in all possible dsguises
But notwithstanding this vigilance, tie
same explosion was heard aud seen for
three whole months, always at the same
hour, and ut the same window pane,
without any one beng able TO discover
whence it proceeded. This fact stands re-.
corded in Tue registers of the police.
Nothing was heard for some days =:
but having been invited by MademoiselIe
Dumesnil, the celebrated tragediennc, to
join little evening party at her house
near the darriere blamcAc, got into a
hackney coach at IL o'clock with my maid.
1t was clear moonlight as we passed along
the Boulevards, which were then beginning
to be studded with houses. Willie we
were looking at the half-tiuished buildings,
my maid said, WAS it not in this neigh.
borhood that M. de s. diedp From
what have heard answered, think it
should be there pointing with my finger
to house before us. From that house
came the same gunshot that heard before.
1t seemed to traverse our carriage, and the
coachman set of at full speed, thinking we
were attacked by robbers. We arrived
at Madcmoiselle Uumesnil's in state of the
utmost terror, feeling I did not get rid of
for long time
Mademoiselle Clairon gives some further
details similar 70 the above, and adds that
the noises finally ceased in. about two years
and a half.
A miller, meeting a half.witted lad ono
day, Said to him: Well, Tom, does
thee know what beest thou thinking