The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1880-07-06
MAD NIFTY.


Welsh district is without them. But
most OF these were harmless from
their antiquity. and even the peasants
began to consider them As bygone
tales. This. however. was not the
case with ghostly stories originating
within the memory OF the living, for
much terror was experienced by the
ignorant and superstitious concerning
the sights which had their origin in
circumstances of recent date. Nor
was it easy to convince them that
flesh and blood were not spirit when
once they had resolved that they
were.
Mr.. Superintendent Pryse was one
of anti-spiritualits Of his day. and
during bis long rounds took almost
as much trouble to run ghosts As
criminals to ground. But he had a
friend, who occasionally came from q
distance to visit him, who was As pro-
found believer as he was sceptical.
They discussed the matter without
coming to any conclusion, grew hot.
grew cold, like the weather, but
found the temperate degree unat-
tainable.
81 am told that hundreds have
seen the ghost that haunts Gwynant
Bridge" said Capt. GIyn one day
when the subject cropped up.
Fools! they cant have seen it.
because they are afraid to cross the
meadows" returned the Superin-
tendent. But women lose their wits,
and even their legs, when they do
happen to near the spot"
"Have yeu ever seen it,"
YES; mere than once but don't
believe in it,
81 thought seeing WAS believiug.:: =
mot IN the matter OF ghosts. Our
natural ewes are mo more constructed
to see into the spiritual world than
they are into the animalcular. We
haven't arrived at spiritual micro
scopes, eh,"
"No need. Ghosts are visible with
out EN-"
I'VE will 60 aud look up the
Gwynant ghost this evening". said the
Superintendent. "She only shows
about the full of the moon. Ii l. a
womaD, you see; for all fools are
feminine, except. perhaps. Capt.
Glyn. commander in her Majesty
navy"
The Captain would rather have
confronted death on a raging sea than
have sought a ghost by moonlight !;
but be was too proud to say SO, and
and therefore acceded, unwiliinglv, to
the proposal.
/. Mr.. Superintendent Pryse took
down bis club and the heavy walking
stick whence he could draw a sharp
weapon then called majestic Gwen,
his housekeeper.
Tell Williams to wait here until
10; then, if we are not back, to fol-
low us to Gwynant Bridge" he said.
"Where the ghost stands and talks.
sir 7" asked immovable Gwen, who,
her master said, ought to have been a
man.
Eyes. Come along, Glyn."
They set out between 6 and Z
o'clock of q fine April evening for a
four.mile walk across the country.
The moon was rising, and would be
at her full. Their way led them,
first up a billy road, beneath which a
rapid river foamed and tumbled over
rocks and stones, between trees that
looked like an army of spirits in the
shadowy light; then through a wood.
Here myriads of blue bells had folded
themselves to sleep in the white light.
and primrose buds sIumbered
amongst their leaves. while. bet~een
the beam and breeze. it seemed that
fairies tripped it among the silent
flowers.
BY the time they reached Gwynant
Meadows the moon had risen, and had
made of the dews that trembled on
the glass blades prisms Of light. They
trod them down as they crossed in the
direction of the bridge. When they
came within q few PAGES of the
haunted spot they halted invoiun-
tarily, and exclaimed together ::
There it is"
There it certainly was. Among
the trees on the left side of the bridge,
stood a white transparent figure, tall
and immovable. One hand was out
stretched. the other concealed by
shadowy drapery. The most in
credulous must have acknowledged
that an apparition was before him
pale, thin. luminous. motionless
ghost.
Enough. Come away" whisper
ed Giyn.
mot till we've seen what she's
made OF. returned Pryse aloud.
"Msde Of" was audibly repeated
by some hooking voice.
"She can speak. anyhow" said the
Superintendent softly. breaking from
the grasp of his trembling friend.
He walked toward the bridge,
holding his official club in one hand.
his stick in the other, resolute enough
to brighten away any ghost. He
did 80 in effect.
81 vow. she's goue!" he exclaimed.
"Gone!" repeated the unearthly
voice.
"No; she's here" returned the
Captain. aud "Here." was the ghostly
repetition.
Il say she's gone!" 81 say she's
here!" "Gone!" Here! was,
reiterated, until the wrathful Super
intendent scarcely believed his senses.
1t was q new version of the fable of
the chameleon.
At last he walked hack 10 the
Captain, and-there she was! pale.
luminous, transparent. He stood
Al