Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1880-12-02

a!e walking, l should think-white
spirits and black, red spirits and grey
With one more effort slipped past
her and hurried down the stairs.
Utterlng cry of rage; she followed
me; and SO began a horrid chase
through the house, into rooms and out,
down corridors and up, the dreadful
phantom of the old lady always on my
track; and at last. finding the kitchen
door, | opened it and dashed into the
yard, just as I reached the gate po-
hceman seized me.
Come alonglr' he exclaimed. II
knew I should have your
Historically tried to explain; but
replying with hateful sardonic laugh,
he told me to "Shut upr'
I sobbed and demonstrated and
threatened him with Reginald's ven
gence; but taking me by the hand, he
led me along the streets until we reach
ed the statlOn-house when he laid the
charge of burglary against me.
The policeman's story was very sim
pie but it revealed my mistake and his.
An intoxicated cabman had taken
me to the wrong house.
| had with the aid of Sarah, made a
burglarious entry into the residence of
certain demented old lady, Mrs. Cad
wallader Grow.
So explained, the officer, must con-
fess, was polite and very much amused.
you see, madam" he said, Mrs.
Grow is a little cracked; she lost her
mind on the subject of Spiritualism.
Her maid who has charge of her, is
obliged to take her out for the fresh
air every evening after dark-her &C.
centricities in the daylight would prob
ably lead to unpleasant nOtice-and
they generally return together about
midnight. On this occasion, coming
back and finding the house disturbed
the maid naturally concluded there
were burglars on the premises, and at
once sought the police.
All was now pretty clear, except the
fate of my husband and Sarah.
The Inspector went to his Geographic
instrument, and was busy there for
five minutes, and then turned TO me
with a smile.
"YOur husband, madam, went to the
house No. IS, and not finding you
there, supposed you were lost or had
met with an accident, and for several
hours has been searching for you dis
tractadly. He will be here presently
Nothing, so far, has been heard from
your maid"
A quarter Of an hour afterwards a
familiar step sounded in the corridor,
the door opened, and Reginald APP
peared. With cry Of JOY, [ sprang
into his arms.
He scolded me, and [ scolded him,
and then | cried, and then he begged
pardon, and we made it up; and then
the Inspector who had been at his in
strument again, said, Sarah has Just
been arrested for disorderly conduct in
the street. She was found crying and
bowling, and was supposed to be intox-
lcated. She had lost her way"
He named the locality Of the station
house, and we decided to 60 there at
once and obtain her release. A cab
was ordered, and Il little later we
hurried away.
Sarah's release was, of course, easily
accomplished The unfortunate Great
ure, at sight Of us was nearly overcome
with joy.
1t was now nearly daybreak, and
with feelings that may be imagined,
we started once more for No. &c
Beccles street.
This time we found it; splendid
residence it proved to be.
We have lived there a year now, and
never seen or heard a ghost, nor have
we had any other reason to regret our
choice.