The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-01-23
Chr 9utland Daily Gluhe,
FRIDAY. JANCARY %. 1874.
Categorical.


THE RAPPiNGs IN MDDLEBrRY-TnR MYs-
Terry SOLVED.
In house in this village the rappings,
not long since, developed themselves to a
quiet and inOlfensive man and his wife. 1t
seems that just after they had retired for
the night singular, hollow, sepulchral
kind OF a noise commenced, which seemed
o come at times from overhead, and then
In other places about the house. 1t went
on until ii was decided that it must be spr-
its The woman, being little more cour-
ageous, broke the silence by asking "if
there were any spirits in the room they
would please say So" Thump, thump,
thump, went the spirit. "Who is it? Is
it my MOTHER Trump, thump, "what
do you want ~ Trump. thump Are
you happy in the outer world p Thump,
thump! And so it went on until near
morning. The humping stopped and they
fell into sleep. They, however, were
soon awakened by the same thump, thump,
thump. Finally they could stand it no
longer, and they arose, dressed and deter
mined to find the spirit, if spirit it was.
They looked all about the room and again
called for the spirits, Of Jonah and job, for
their patience was about exhausted. The
answer was thump, thump! The search
went on the man going behind with the
light, looking into the clothes-prcsscs, and
under the sink, and into the cupboards, I'M
til they were satisfied that no human ''crit-
ter was in the room, aud still thump,
thump, went on They finally mustered up
courage and said if it was the spirit of Shad-
rach, Mcshach and Abcdncgo they would
find them, for they must he suffering in
some way. So they started for the back
door, all trembling and pale, with eyes
protrudlng from their sockets. They care.
fully opened the door, whcn to their dis
may, the uncarthly thump, thump was
palmer than ever. They haltcd-thc noise
still continued. The man says: 4" I'm not
afraid, but you just go forward and I'll be
ready to dcmolish anything you may find"
Steathily they went through the door and
up pair of back stairs, and 10, the first
thing they saw was a bright and shining
tin can raising mp and then dropping down
upon the floor. They both stood dumb
founded and cast their eyes about the
chamber to see if there was no more of the
same sort, but no, the same glstening
movements and the same thump went on.
After little further surveying, they care
fully advanced so that the light shined up
on the cause Of the disturbance, when, 10
and behold it was a specklcd cat, that had
been driven to desperation by the panic,
had pushed her head into an empty sweet
corn can in pursuit OF something to sustain
life, and like some humans who run their
heads into the hymenial moose, find it
much easier to get into trouble than it is to
get out. After long and careful working
and pulling, the man and his wife made
out, between the hours of two and three
o'clock, to eXtriCate the feline spirit which
had nearly fled to the land where good pus-
sizes 80, to the great relief of the cat and
the wearied and worn couple aforesaid.
Thus ended sleepless night of anxiety;
and under other circumstances and with
out instigation, would have been con-
sidercd a striking evidence of the truth of
spiritual rappings. Argus.