The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-07-26
Mrs. Melville's Vision.
A Prophetic Story of the Loss of the Jeanne

Prophetic Story Of the Loss of the Jeanette
The wife of Engineer Melville, the
gallant officer of the luckless Arctic ex-
ploring steamer Jeanette, who is now
searching for his lost comrades around
the ice bound coast of Northern Siberia,
occupies picturesque little cottage en-
powered amid twining honeysuckles and
fragrant blossoming lilacs at Sharon
Hill. Although it has been more than
three years since George left us all
here" said she, yesterday, "and went
out on that Inflated voyage, and al
though oceans of cruel waters and
leagues Of land have separated him from
us, | have seen him twice within
year. Startling rs the statement was,
Mrs. Melville was evidently in earnest.
"On the 10th of last June" she con.
tlnued, 81 retired to my room late al
night. Days of anxious waiting for
some news of the Jeanette without
bringing ray of hope had almost
caused me to despair of ever again see
ing my husband. had fallen into an
uneasy sleep, from which one of the
children aroused me. 1t was, perhaps,
more than an hour after this, and while
was wide awake, that | became con-
scious OF strange presence in the room,
and you may imagine with what min
ged feelings Of JOY and fear / heard
Georges voice, and, looking up, saw
him standing by the bedside. Saw him
q & yNla tYl / L
saying: Count the bells! Count the
bells" and, as he spoke, | distinctly
heard the bells Of ship striking, two
by two, the strokes of the hour. Count
Them continued my husband, and
said: Yes, George | remember that
when the seventh stroke sounded |
thought that if it was ships bell there
could be but one more, and as the last
sound died away my husband said.
Eight bells the Jeanette is LOST and
vanished from the room. At that mo-
ment the sitting room clock struck the
hour of four, and it was the morning of
the 18th of June. AT that very hour on
that very morning the Jeanette went
down into the fathomless depths of the
Arctic ocean, and the ice foe closed over
her grave. am no spiritualist," con-
tinued Mrs. Melville, NOR do | believe
in spirits. ] do not attempt to explain
what | have just told you, but it is every
word of it true. never expected after
that to hear of the safety of the crew of
the Jeanette A few weeks after the
occurrence which | have narrated, and
at the same hour in the morning, | had
arisen for the day, and was in the hall
which you see there. Again | saw my
husband, nay, even felt his breath in
my face. was dreadfully startled, but
had sufficient courage TO call out,
George, is that youP' when the figure
disappeared as if swallowed up in the
| air"
And did you never speak of this be-
foreP' said the astonished reporter.
Frequently" said Mrs. Melville
Frequently to our little household, ant
once to Mrs. belong, the unfortunate
wife of hepoor commander of the Jean.
nette. Last summer, or in the early
fall, met her in Philadelphia. She was
hopeful, even confident, of the ultimate
return of her husband. | was cast
down, and finally told her what | have
just related to you. She was disposed
to laugh at me. but told her l believed
that the j"WGcltc had been lost on the
18th of June. Alas! for poor Mrs. De-
Long, my prophecy was too true, Here
is a letter from her to my little girl on
the very day the news came that Cap
tain belongs dead body had been
found"