Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1882-06-02
A Real Ghost.

II were to tell you that I have seen
and analysed the waters of river which
runs two degrees north of the Equator,
and found in those waters eleven per
cent. of sulphuric acid and one and one
half per cent. of hydrochloric, I might
cause some surprise, but little or no in
credulity, even if were to add the lit
tle-known fact that in that region of the
world there is thrown away in twenty
four hours more of those two acids than
is artiticially produced in Europe in
year. But if l tell you that once saw,
outside my fancy. woman who was
two thousand miles off at the time, l
shall not only be generally disbelieved,
but laughed at as well. l have often
told the story in private life. but not till
now have l told it in print. Twenty
three years ago, as was looking out of
the window Of General Torico's rancho
at Chorilos, ten. miles south of Lima,
Peru, there passed by several ladies and
gentlemen on horseback. A lady whom
l will call Mrs. Moreno Qhe Spanish
rendering of common English name),
was one Of the gay cavalcade. She was
80 beautiful that have remembered her
face with the ease with which am able
to recall the Victoria Regina, or the vel
low convolvulus, or the blue orchid, as
when first saw those beautiful flowers
in their native lands. 1 had never spok-
en- with Mrs. Morena or her husband,
who accompanied her, and who was
then on his way to Jauja from the Unit
ed States, to get healed from consump-
ton.
Three years ago, as one morning
lay musing in my bunk in Cunard
steamer crossing the Atlantic in full day.
light. and, having my eyes wide open.
Mrs. MOrena came into my cabin, and
to my s0Mow went out of it as quickly
as she came in. Thereupon l rose,
bathed, dressed and went up to break
fast. 1t was late, the saloon was nearly de-
serted, and found only two fellow-pas-
sengers, talking together and eating
ham and eggs. I had never seen either
The common name Of Moreno was men,
toned between the two. and l, being full
of my vision. remarked at venture to
HIM who SAT next to me: "Mrs. Morena
is more plump than she was twenty
years ago" My neighbor turned on me
q quiet look of inquiring surprise. Put
ting his hand into the breast-pocket Of
his coat, he drew out one of those excel
lent photographs for which sume Amer
lean photographers are so celebrated.
Is that the lady You mean?" he gently
demanded. and 1 answered: Certain
ly, and you see she is rather stouten"
"When did you see her lnst?' was the
next question. and l answered. This
morning" The gentleman with the
photograph was Nj. Moreno, the hus-
band OF my beautiful lady. We became
friends; we had many social yarns to-
gether. He told me OF his residence in
.Jauja, OF the complete cure of his lungs.
tie number of his children. and many
more dear. delightful household things.
in which had no interest. He invited
me to his house. On our arrival at New
York. Mo!ena tclegraphed to his wife.
who replied. while he waited in the tele-
graph Office, that they were all quite
we'll at home. Nothing happened. l
had not. TO my recollection. Thought Of
the Morenas for years before 1t is very
difficult TO understand, when two or three
are met together under given circum-
stances. that real presence may be
vouchsafcj to each.-Lond0n Spectator.