Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1860-12-10

which makes ones eyes acne Win It's WANT VI
light; that palpable gloom which seems TO
beat like a roomfhl Of palpitations Of the heart
around you, above you, about you, every
where that visible nothing, which holds the
tables, the chairs, the portraits you are fam
liar with, yet hides them in its black veil
from your view that empty mlness through
which YOU thrust out FOUR cropping arms
then shrink back, oppressed with a presence
YOU can neither hear, see, nor feel.
"Mily," | said to my little maid, "run
somewhere and get me light"
She ran to the grOcer's wife, and came back
with a penny dip in a brass candlestick.
As she placed it on my table, wentout and
shut the door, the little boy in bronze on my
mantle raised his hammer and struck the
figure Of time twelve ringing blows upon the
heart. Il was midnight.
The candle burned clearly. l resumed
the old volume of German legends was
reading, and as laid my finger on a para
graph, and paused to ponder on the possibi-
| 6ty o%fspirits returning to earth to wreak ven
pesnce on foes, or work veal to friends, ]
heard a deep sigh at my elbow.
turned and beheld the ghOstof my grand
mother.
knew her from her resemblance TO herpor-
trait. She wore the same white cap with It's
wide border plated round her hce-the
SANE prim dress with which l bad grown
/ familiar in the picture.
She died twenty years ago. was named
for her.
drew up tho rocking chair for the ghost,
She sat down in it. A pillow could not have
sank there more noiselessly than she did
She kept her hands in the same position on
her breast that somebody tied them twenty
years ago.
She fixed her keen black eyes upon me
beautiful ewes. which l had always admired
in the portrait. None of her defendants had
such eyes.
al could not come she said, in deep
sepulchral tones, I" in gas-light. Ghosts and
gas-light are at war, always. As for kero'
sene oil, we groan in spirit at its use. How
mortal noses can, night after night, inhale
the odor it emits, is a wonder. Its worse
than birthstone. We have put our cold lips
under your chimneys, and blown our ghosdy
breatbs into the fame. We have seen the
chimneys blacken with snoke, and apart
ments fill with disgusting fragrance. People
only said the lamp is in a draught. They
moved it and bore with it. We h have
10 Yield Kerosene is a modern discovery
Ghosts are old fashioned. To be out of date
is to be out Of mind. Your tallow candle
n~leases me. We ghosts like the light of other
days arounds us. We always, IN the oodyi
burned tallow candles
The fine eyes Of my grandmother gazed a
my penny dip steadfastly for a moment. She
/, seemed to see visions and dream dreams.
amy dear" she said, "you are the first o.
the family that has returned to candles since
the innovation of gas. You are indebted tC
your dip for my presence. How hollow
would have looked under a chandelier-how
bloodless, how whitel As it Is, l think
am looking very natural, am not
: She glanced up at her portrait, and Waite'
E "AI little pale, GRANDMOTHER" I said " bu
tell me, dear madam, if your pursuits IN tn
? other world are of such nature that they admi
of your returning to this at any timer
"Rv no means. l am not permitted K
appsar in this sphere but seldom. My in
auence I can make felt oitener. | have no
been seen before since my coffin lid wa
closed. l am come to tell you there arose
veil in Pandemonium. l looked in to Sc
! whence it IN 1 found the great chambe
p assigned to little children, and which is Away
e full of little ones of all sizes and ages, tn
9: scene of great commotion. Infants wer
crawling into corners three year old toe
dlers were lettering out of the way. Old'
ones were hastily finding seats, and all tac'
wore a listening expression. A small volt
: was saying;
= "Itwas no fault of mine that brought n
% here. who am now but five years oil
might have lived to be fifty. Nature, VI
fortunately, gave me a fine physical develop
ment. Ny chest was round and full, my SKI
clear. nv limbs finely moulded. By brit
/, Elace was IN a cold climate. My tend
= mother. proud of her offspring, barred my nee
and arms in the chill winters, when her ros
IL -Sushes and vines were packed in warm stra
and thoroughly protected from every blast
Iwas brought down to be viewed by cor
4 many. and exposed to different temperatur
: ss I went from room to room. My mothS
W wrapped in soft velvet and comfortable sIl
did not suffer. 1 did, but ] could not tell b
= so. Itook cold, I became a great trouble
II the house. Ny beauty faded. l fingered
from month TO month, and died at last
J FIVE years old, of consumption. Ny moth
A cried over my little coffin. l knew, b1'
could not tell her then, that her own yanl
had placed me there-would send me herr
al was trotted to DEATH cried a nc
piping voice, as the first speaker sat down.
"A woman was hired expressly to "a
care of me, and she took care that shol
- not want for exercise. Her days and mig
- were spent in keeping ne going up,
..SStt INV and " down, down downy." That I
ut known wor der, perpetual motion, was to
D OF found in my nurses knees. Every bone
nv Door little body was racked, every GU
e of flesh was sore. My food went down m
I b13 and came up cheese. If ] cried, | was II
lied; if [ screamed, I was trotted; if '
= still was trotted-I became little bet
than q human churn, from which the bul
had been taken and the sour milk left sta,
ing. Ny brains turned to bruises, my bl
to whey, my bones grew so sharp they ain
a MERGED the knees which trotted them. A
began to cut teeth my tongue was constaT
iolted between my jaws, and in danger
being bitten off. 1 dared not whine, 70
knew the penalty; I began at last TO calcu
~ how long the torture could possibly contI
1'su Warm weather was coming on, and Thou
!, one or the other of US mustsoon give up
Nm ghost; and as my nurses exertions y
III almost tuperhuman, / imagined that perl
| might outlast her. One unlucky day, b
ever my mother entering the room unexl
- tedly, l smiled at her. had never dom
before.
"The darling" cried my parent "se'
knows me-
-NG. HPoor thing, rather" said the nurse
AR- has wind on its stomaehP'
usForthwith she proceeded to trotit
g9ga Every thump Of her foot on the floor VIZ
knew, q nail in my coffin. / felt l shl
D the never smile again. My faithful nurse
tinued her efforts, andI was trotted out 0
a. istence upon the poor old woman's knee.
Gas the speaker ceased, one Of the {
occupants of the room deserted me" said
hem grandmother. ale at once made roon
LIE to enter, and begged me to remainaV