The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1873-04-04

mp to this point. Tom Chester's remark
was 10 the purpose
Somebody has quietly opened q
door down stairs, and let in that draft.
Wei soon find out. Hi, .Brushr"
No need to call Brush" He. was
wide awake directly the back door
opened; but, to our establishment, in
stead of rushing at the door, he bolted
hastily from it into the extreme opposite
corner Of the room where we were sit
ting, and there sat with his face to the
wall. bowling with terror.
"why, Brush, old man, what's the
matter? At EN-, Brush pin EN-.
good dog :"
But brush would not stir.
This was not reassuring for there
was nothing mortal, from tom cat up
to a prizefghter, Brush" was not ready
to tackle" 1t certainly startled us,
for we all knew the old dogs mettle.
Now occurs my great difficulty as a
faithful chronicler of my own and the
Others experiences. What followed
was instantaneous but what was it !?
Nobody saw anything, and yet everybody
was, Mt the same moment, conscious of
something that passed right through
the two rooms from the back to the
front, and out OF the front room into
the passage. The candle ON the table
was famed, as by person passing rap
idly through the apartment. Tom and
myself did rot feel the actual contact
but still we knew that something had
passed so close to MS as to touch us,
had the touch been recognizable by the
ordinary sense. Finally the door of the
front room was thrown wide, Just as that
of the back room had been, after which
it closed with a bang, and left us star
ing at each other in blank and utter as
constituent. As soon as it had closed,
" Brush" timidly emerged from his
corner, buried his nose in between my
knees and as plainly as he could, with
ont articulate words, besought me to get
up and 60.
Still nobody spoke. BY common con-
sent we all arose, took a candle with MS
right out into the front garden before
we extinguished it, turned our heads
toward the city, and :acitly agreed to
walk home. In plain English, we had
been scared out like the rest.
When we got to the village church we !
say that it was not yet a quarter past
Twelve. Our ghost experience had been
' brief" if not delightful. The
night in the ghost chamber, properly 4
% called, had been a matter of minutes
,nly.
1t was no. until we had been toned by
good squirt on the road that we found
,ur tongues. When we did, however,
We agreed, one and al, that no imagina-
BE form of horror, no apparition, how
yer hideous, could have so knocked us
'ver rs that invisible vet palpable pres
nee Of something-that complete evil
lence of personality unaccompanied by
ny of those appeals to sense or sight
" which. in orr present condition, and
,nder ordinary circumstances, such per
onality IS proved Even Brush, who
sually rampaged about the roads
uring anything ike noctural ramble,
xpressed his sympathy by dangling to
mr. heels. 1t would have been interest
ng If he could have found t.ngue to tell
IS what was the impression made on
is senses by night in a ghost-cham-
er. N
have not the slightest explanation to
fer of this circumstance. can only
nv we are none of us anxious to sit
gain; and Tom Chester has decided
OF to hire the villa for dark seances. II
J pity, perhaps, to spoil good ghost
tory by anything like an anti-climax
ut the practical man who got the key ,
,r Ms never passes any of US on the ,
treet without expressing the tenderest
gard for onr salubrity, and a fervent
ope we VIII not endanger our health or
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