Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1883-03-03
AN ENGLISH GHOST STORY.

The breed of ghosts appears to be not
quite extinct in England yet. Seldom,
however, has one Of those shadowy visit.
ants the hardihood to expose itself to
such unobstructed and point. blank investi-
cations as did the phantom which intro.
duced itself the other day in England to
Admiral c. G.. One day at the
beginning of this month c. G. was
going to call on the Duke of R at
B Castle, and he probably did not
trouble his head much about things here.
after, when he found himself at small
country station, some miles from his des-
tination, with no vehicle to get him over
the muddy country lanes IN between.
After worrying round a bit, however,
he succeeded in hiring trap common
place dog cart enough, with nothing
ehostly about it-and a horse that
looked as if, with good management,
it might hang together in this life for
few weeks yet. Having turned ont
horse and trap, however, the resources OF
the place were at an end. Not a man
was to be found who could accompany him
to look after the beast SO, having done
erumbIing. c. c. took the reins
himself and started for B Castle. Nor
was there anything to suggest ghosts IN
the drive there and the Duke of Il
was as real and feshy as a well-conducted
Dnke ought to be. So far, then, the odds
seemed all against ghost finding room to
come into the days events. When c.
c., however, had got halfway back to
the station he passed pond by the road
side which he had not noticed on his way
out. Turning round to look back at it, he
was astopished to find there was another
man on the trap, sitting back to back to
himself. The stranger was to all appear
ances a farm lsborer, dressed In corduroy
and a red neck-cloth. C G.
at once concluded that his companion
had been sent after hin by the innkeeper
from whom he had hired the trap; but
what puzzled him was how and where a
stout farm laborer in hobnailed boots could
have climbed up without his feeling it. The
shortest way to settle this was to ask him
but, unfortunately, the intruder paid no
attention to the question, and seemed quite
unconscious of anything unusual when
c. c. shouted commonplaces or the
weather at the top of his voice. Nothing
remained, therefore, but to whip up the
QllRplQatbQ nOfse aIlu WIG away bAe Test Vi
the Journey with cursing the innkeeper
WAC could find no better man to send him
than deaf and dumb farm laborer. On
arriving at the inn c. G. handed
the reins back to the stranger and walked
into the house Meeting the landlord, his
frat remark was naturally on the sort o.
man the other had seen fit to send aftel
| him.
"What man F" was the reply; " 1 sen-
no man after you.
''Surely you did, said c. C., 81
man in corduroy, with red scarf arOuuc
his neck"
Good God, sir" returned the other
"that man was drowned an hour ago, anC
is upstairs now T"
"Nonsense. He is in your trap now
come and see.
However, he was not in the trap tina
was empty. So c. C. followed thu
landlord upstairs, and there on bed lay
his companion of the dog cart-oorduroy
red neck cloth and all-dead. He hat
been found drowned half an hour befor,
C c. passed, in the very pond clos;
by which he had taken his seat in the dog
cart. and had apparently availed himself
OF the first passing vehicle to get lift tc
the place where his body lay II New
York Tribune.