The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1882-02-15
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man nerves originate in mystery. OBJ
jects are trembled at simply because
they are unknown or half known, and
) causes are fancied in fear, with an al
most instructive leaning toward the su-
pernatural. Few cases of &c haunted -
houses have been known where patient
inquiry and search could not elay the
ghost" and the following story, told OF
one of the old baronial castles in the
north of England (the favorite abode OF
ghosts), shows how extremely simple
the solution of q most frightful mystery
NAV be. p assn
Not many years ago the property re-
ferred to descended to a branch of tie
female ine-one of the heroes of Water
loe--who, nothing daunted by its evil
name, was determined to make this cas-
tie his place of residence. Certain
noises having become subject of real
terror to his peasantry, he resolved to
sleep in the castle on the night he took
possession in order to do away with
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Not q habitable room could be found,
except the one occupied by the old gar
dener aud his wife, in the western tur-
ret, and he ordered his camp bed to be
set up in that apartment. 5f
1t was in the autumn. At nightfall
he repaired to his gloomy abode, leav-
ing his servant, To his no small comfort,
at the village in. After having found
everything comfortably provided, he
turned the large old rusted key upon the
gardener and his wife, who took leave
of him to lodge at farm hard by.
& 1t was one of those nights which are
checkered with occasional CLEANS of
moonshine and darkness, when the
clouds are riding on a high wind. He
slept pretty well for the first two hours.
Then he was awakened by low, mourn
full sound that ran. through the apart
ments. This warned him to be up and
accoutred.
He descended the turret stairs with s
brilliant light, which, in coming to the
grand foor, cast gigantic shadow OF
himself upon the high embattled walls.
Here he stood and listened. Presently
hollow moan ran through the long
corridor and died away. This was fol-
lowed by one of a higher key, a sort of
scream, which directed his footsteps
with more certainty TO the spot.
Pursuing the sounds, he found him.
self in the great hall of his ancestors,
and, vaulting up on the large oak table,
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cloak about him, determined 10 wait for
all that was terrible. The night, which
had been stormy, suddenly became still.
The dark fitting clouds had sunk be-
meath the horizon, and the moon threw
her silvery light through the ehinks OF
the moldering pile. As our hero had
came unbidden, and he fell asleep on
the table.
His dream was short, for near him
issued q horrid groan. Amazed, he
started up and sprang at the unseen
voice, thrusting with fearful blow his
sword in the arras. The blade was fast
and held him to the spot. Behind the
waving folds there lay the cause con-
cealed. He left his sword, and retraced
his steps to the turret. ea1 elsgo
When morning came, a welcome
crowd greeting him, asked if he had
met the ghost.
"Oh, yes" replied the knight, tssdead
Is door-nail behind the screen he lies,
where my sword has pinned him fast.
Bring the wrenching bar, and we'1 have
the disturber outi"
With such leader, and broad day to
boot, the valiant throng tore down the
screen where the sword was fixed, when
lol in O recess lay the fragments of a
chapel organ, and the square wooden
trunks, made for followed sounds, were
used as props to stay the work when the
hall was coated round with oak. The
wondering crowds laughed aloud at the
mysterious voice. It was the northern
blast that found its way through the
craunies in the wall to the groaning
pipes that had alarmed the country