Connecticut western news., 1880-03-24

found the name of Blissett Emerton, and against it "No. 7 Blank Court Temple"
 Soon afterwards I found time to dine at the club, and there I met an olt friend of mine, barrieter, whom had not seen for a year, who after dinner invited me to come to his chambers fol an hour.
 "stil in your old diggings then," said.
 "Oh mo-" he answered. five moved since I saw you last into another set I've got capital chambers at No. Blank court" I asked him at once if he knew Mir. Emerton.
 "Only by sight," he answered. "He has chambers on the same floor, and we pass on the landing. We never speak. '
 stayed longer than I meant to, and it was striking ten as we came out on the landing. The outer door of MT. Emerton's chamber was ajar. AS we passed the inner door opened, and a man rushed out with scared white face. If was BIissett Emerton!
 "Helpr' he cried, tearing at his collar as though it choked him. "Help help P Then there was 8 strange gurgling noise in his throat, and he fell forward in a fit. I dragged him into his chambers. which were in total darkness, and laid him on the floor, bidding my friend run for doctor at once. The man bsbbled in his frenzy. "The face," he cried, "the face-it was her face-there in the court below Look between the trees r I looked out into the court.
 The moon was up, and among the trees near the fountain could see the figure of woman. She was in deep black, and as presently she stood where the trunk of the tree threw her white face into relief, I could see that she was looking towards the window. Probably she mistook my figure plotted against the window for that of Emerton's, for as looked she raised her arms with strange menacIng gesture and pointed at me. Then she glided in among the trees and was lost to sight. The doctor came, examined Emerton, and pre- scribed for him. "He's had violent fright" he said, "but he'll be all right by and by. It's more hysterical than anything else. Where are his friends ?"
 If wanted to learn something of this mans strange story, what could I wish for better than night alone with him. The doctor gave me certain directions and left.
 We had carried Emerton to his bed room and put him on the bed. Seeing he was still, went into the front room, piled up the fire, lit my pipe, and pre- pared for the night. I had just turned the burner down when became aware of soft grating sound at the outer door, with key. The gas was low down. Hurriedly picked up my overcoat and other traces of my presence and flung them under the large couch at the end of the room. It was on old fashioned sofa with hanging valance which reached to the ground. I then crept underneath, and waited for the curtain to rise on the drama. had hardly got into safe position when the outer door yielded, and heard step in the passage that intervened. Then the outer door was gently closed. I expected to see the inner door open in it's turn and some one enter. The minutes went by, and no one came. Whoever it might be was in the passage. I could hear slight movement every now and then, and the rustic of 8 woman's dress. It must have been quite ten minutes since I heard the outer door opened when I noticed that the inner one was swinging noiselessly back on it's hinges, and some thing was gliding into the room. Slowly it moved across the floor till it stood right in the dim light of the turned down gas.
 shall never forget the terrible sight that met my eyes. I would have screamed, but my tongue remained glued to my mouth. I was looking at dead woman risen from the grave. Her face had been beautiful in life |; now it was ashen gray. The eyes were sunken in their sockets, and her lips were pale and colorless. The figure was draped in long white shroud, and fancied that the room was heavy with the awful odor of an open grave. Slowly the phantom moved towards the next room, and glided in. For moment all was still. Then came faint cry. The man was awake, and alone with the apparition. "Drusilla l" he shrieked. "Mercy Mereyl Have mercy p heard hollow voice answer him, Rise and follow me-"
 "What would you have with me?''
 "Confess."
 "What shall I confess ?" answered the wretched man, his voice trembling in an agony of fear.
 "Confess the foul wrong you did me. Confess where my poor body lies, that it may be buried in holy ground" Again the mans trembling voice walled out, "I will confess all." "Follow me l"
 The apparition glided from the inner room, and the man followed her. "Write p
 The dead woman pointed to the table where the pen and ink were, and the man obeyed her gesture mechanically. "Write all I''
 1 could see from a rent in the valance the whole scene. The man, white with terror, the beads of cold precipitation on his brow, sat and wrote.