The Cecil Whig., 1882-12-02
A TRUE GHOST STORY.

Recently at dinner party in Easton,
Rev. T. P. Barber. D. D., rector OF Christ
Church. being present, related the fol-
lowing ghost story, whereupon the Rev.
Dr.. Robt. Wilson, of Easton, also one of
the guests, and contributorto Lippin-
cots Magazine, furnished that periodi-
cal with the ghost story as furnished by
DR.. Barber, (only substituting other
names for the real ones), and from which
we copy in full, and with the permission of
the author of the story, give the correct
names:
''The Rev. DR.. Barber is and has been
for thirty years the rector of a prominent
parish on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
He is resident Of the town of Cambridge;
and has-or had some twenty years ago
when this happened-a mission charge
in the village of Vienna sixteen miles dis
tant, and between these places he was
constantly on the road. About half a
mile from Cambridge was the country
residence of Judge B. J. Goldsborough, a
venerable parishoner of the worthy doc
tor. The gentleman had been dead
about six weeks when DR.. Barber hap
pened to be returning from Vienna to
Cam bridge one afternoon in carriage
with Mr Allen, prominent citizen of
the former place. 1t was in broad day
light, just about sunset, and not far from
Judge Goldsborough's gate when car
riage, drawn by white horse, passed
them rapidly from behind and was soon
out of sight.
That fellow must be in a hurry to
reach Cambridge, remarked the doctor.
Ibid you notice anything particular
| about that vchicle?" inquired his compan-
ion.
''Only that it moves very quietly. l
heard no sound as it went by
Nor did L. said Mr.. Allen, "neither
rattlirg Of wheels nor noise of hoof. 1t
is certainly strange
In few minutes the matter was for
gotten, and the two drove on, conversing
about other things. They had proceeded
| but short distance, when suddenly the
same horse and carriage again passed
them from behind, and again in the same
absolute silence, Notwithstanding the
| hardness and narrowness of the road
Nothing could be seen of the driver ex-
cept his feet, the carriage curtains hid
ing his body. There was no cross road
| by which a vehicle in front could posi-
bly, have got behind without making a
circuit of many miles and consuming
several hours. Yet there was not the
least doubt that this was the same con-
veyance which only little while pre-
| vious had passed on BEFORE and the two
gentlemen looked at each other in blank
amazement and with certain sugges-
tion of awe which prevented much dis
eussion Of the matter, especially as the
horse was to all appearances the well
known white one habitually driven by
the deceased judge. Another half mile
and they were in sight of Judge Colds
the ghostly team dashed by-again from
hehind-in the same mysterious silence.
| This time, however, it turned, in full
view, into the judges gate. Without a
word of comment the doctor Quckened
his horses speed and reached the gate
only a few yards behind the silent driver.
Both Mr.. Allen and himself peered up
the long, open lane leading to the house,
but neither carriage nor wheel track was
visible, though it was still daylight, and
there was no outlet from the lane, nor
could any vehicle have possibly, in the
time occupied, accomplished half the dis
tance. In the simple language Of Pliny,
nothing worth note followed" The
| peculiar features of this strange incident
are that it was equally and simultaneous
| ly evident to two witnesses, both entire
ly unprepared for any such manifesto.
ton, and differing widely in tempera-
ment, habits of life, mental capacity and
educational attainments, and by mere
accident making this journey together,
and that to this day both of them-wit-
nesses, be it noted, of the most unim-
| peachable credibility-attesl it and fully
corroborate each other, but without be-
ing able to express the slightest ezplana-
| ton.