Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-03-14

Their barrister joined us, and we went out
on an exploring expedition.
"We followed for mile or two the
windings of the stream, and Paul observ-
ed with longing eye, the lazy trout that
lay asleep in shoals in its clear, deep
pools. We watched the hawks and buzz
yards flying to their nests; and finally at
| ter toilsome ascent of one of the high
est mountain points, we sat down and
| watched the moon rise over as lovely a
scene as ever delighted the eye of man.
ut was late in the night, or, rather,
early morning, when we returned to
Plas Mervyn, and the old housekceper.
who opened the door, looked as If she had
been aroused from her first sleep; but she
most punctiliously did the honors of the
place, and having partaken of cosy
supper which she provided, we retired to
rest.
81 was never more heartily tired IN
my life than when, having hastily thrown
off my clothes (pauslng to lock the door
my invariable custom both at home
and abroad), threw myself on the luxu-
rious spring bed which awaited me. The
bed 1 had chosen lay1 along the wall
at right angles to thst occupied by my
brother whose feet, as he lay faced to the
| door. I have said that was much IA
tigued, and never did fall more quickly
into heavy and dreamless slumber.
Heavily as slept, however, was awoke
suddenly and complely awoke by the
word 'Nedn uttered in my brother S
] voice. The moon was full-the room al
most as light as day, and, raising myself
in bed, beheld Paul also half raised and
reclining on his elbow, and between his
he'd and mine, but nearer to and facing
him, most distinctly saw somebody -
a fgure-a tall, large figure, whether man
| or woman could not distinguish, with
| some sort of loose drapery hanging round
1t.
"'Hallo" called out, without mo-
ment's reflection. What's the matter?
Who Is it, and making a rush out of
bed, flung myself toward the unknown
| person with some vague intention OF col
| laring ii burglar
"Te my amazement I rushed past it;
through it, as it seemed, to my brothers
bedside; and when I reached It there was
| nothing to be seen, no one but our two
selves visible in the room. / made dash
| AT the door; it was locked, as | had left
| it the night before; and that nc one had
lately passed through it I had the evil
dence of my senses to tell. For the first
| time. an uncomfortable sort Of chill came
over me, for had not only seen, but had
| felt-so to speak-the presence of third
person in the room, and knew Paul had
seen it as well.
"'paul, did you sec himl' 1 asked.
"'Of course saw him. SAID Paul, that
was why I called you
"'Who IS it, | exclaimed. 'What on
earth does it mean? The door is locked,
and no one came in that way. Are there
any secret doors in this room? Do get
up. and let us look
"Your uncle then got up, and we COM
menced thorough examination of the
whole place; moving the furniture, rap
ping on the walls, and searching every
crack and crevicc, but without the slight
est result.
at was ghost, after all, old fellowr
said Paul, at length. Let US turn IN
again, and never nina it. They are very
harmless creatures, and am too tired to
sit up, even for ghost
$50 we did as he said; and beng very
tired, were soon asleep again, and slept
soundly till broad daylight streamed in
to our room.
"The assizes lasted week; and we
remained at our present quarters, en-
joylng to the full the brief snatches
| of country life, which our few leisure
hours enabled us to enjoy. 1t was
treat after the stutfy air of London, and
we were disturbed by no more ghostly
vlsitations. We discussed the subject
sometimes, and almost persuaded our
selves that it was delusion-the result
of being over-tired in mind and body,
and that 1t was caused by an excited I'M
agination and overtaxed brain. 1t re-
quired an effort on my part to imagine
your uncle in any of the above conditions.
He was about the last man that l should
think likely TO fall under an hallucina-
ton Of any kind.
lift appears again, speak to it, Paul.
| said. tits perhaps some poor creature
who cannot rest in his grave because of
an unredressed wrong (the old tale, you
know, and ghosts cannot speak until
spoken to-
81 certainly WILL he replied, if it
gives me the chance
"This was on the last day of our stay at
Plas Mervyn. We were to start by coach
early in the morning. 1 had brief to
attend to, and resolutely remained in
doors that evening, while my brother
took his ramble. l sat till very late in
my room, writing busily. Paul had
warned me not to wait up for him; so,
when l had finished my writing, and,
found it was already twelve O'Clock, "a
shut up for the night, and went to bed. 1
l must have slept very soundly, for I
have no recollection of hearing my broth
er coming to bed: but in my dreams Git
must have been long after) I thought i
heard his voice talking. l heard it again,
more distinctly; and gradually arousing,
l became conscious that there was talk
ing in my room-my brother had spoken.
l rubbed my eyes, and looked about be
wildered.
Between my brothers bed and mine,
in exactly the same position, there stood
again that same figure had seen on a
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