The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-10-20

sent for Mr. Adams the clerk to come up,
and asked him if he would tell ME whether
any murder had ever been committed in that
room, and he declared there had not; but
when l insisted on finding out whether
tragedy of any kind had been enacted there,
he admitted that once man had committed
suicide in that room. He had been sick and
was respondent, and so had taken his life.
l felt sure, then, and told him so. that that
man had been murdered, and under just
such circumstances as | had seen. Mr.. Ad-
ans could not give the details of the position
of the body of the supposed suicide.
was then assigned to another room, and
as long as | remained saw no more of my
ghostly vision. 1 promised Mr. Adams to
say nothing about it, not that we believed in
ghosts either of us, but for the hotels sake,
and went my way to Europe after few
days, and remained there some years. On my
return, simply passed through New York,
and had almost forgotten the whole affair.
After several years residence in America
again, and after travelling the whole length
and breadth OF our country twice, it is quite
natural to suppose that should have forgot
ten all about it. One day | was writing
very lively, sprightly letter. and feeling i'll
particularly good spirits, when all at once l
pushed aside that letter, and drawing other
paper toward me wrote out simple history
OF that affair, just as it was, and mailed
it to the New York Sun. They took only
time to verify what they could of the story
and published it. 1t made considerable stir,
and reporters visited the room and inter-
viewed Mr. Adams who admitted all that is
here told, and also added that he felt posi-
tive that l was perfectly sincere ard honest,
and particularly level-headed person, and
one not given to any of the fallacies of spirit
ualism and that he did not doubt that l saw
everything es l said. He had had one or two
persons who desired to leave that room, but
no 49, SV,AU all IL of ha
afraid to sleep there, but never had done so.
Then several persons who had occupied that
room began to be heard from, all relating
different experiences, though none had seen
what had.
A Catholic priest published an article re-
lating to it, and accounting for it all by say
ing that he believed that the man had been
M murdered and that the assassin was still liv
ing, and that, as punishment for his crime,
he was obliged to enact it every night in
spirit while asleep, and that it was a we'll
known fact that one mind had influence
over another to greater or less extent, and
that his mind during its free moments had
forced mine to behold the tragedy.
Some of the newspapers suggested that it
was the ghost of Tammany; others declared
it Boss Tweed, and some ridiculed the whole
affair."
An English sea captain also published his
experience while occupying that room. He
had been playing cards with a friend, and
while at the little table there came an invisi-
bic shower of apparently heavy articles down
on the table, scattering the cards right and
left. Another man had had peculiar, but not
startling, experiences there.
Several years have passed since that time,
and had almost forgotten that | had ever
written or seen anything, when about two
months since the whole was brought to my
mind by strange and shocking incident.
l was walking along one of the busiest
streets in New York, and it was very hot, and
did not wish to get unnecessarily heated,
when L became aware Of an uncomfortable
sensation, as if a cold hand was touching me
and leading me forward. A few steps further
took me toward a lady of graceful mien and
figure, who was standing beside gentleman
whose face and figure seemed strangely ia
miliar to me, I caught his look, which was
fixed upon me, and he drew his lips back in
an attempt to smile, which was so CHASTITY
sight that all who saw it shuddered, and
then he fell to the ground dead.
OF course everything was done that could
be done to restore him, but uselessly, and the
doctors said he died in fit, l was the only
other woman present, and, as such, I felt it
duty to stay by the woman, who seemed to
be stricken with a pallor of death, though
she did not faint or cry when they said he
was dead. l took her hand and asked her if
she was able to give orders, and asked what
could be done for her. She seplied YEARLY
but simply, Nothing" She would have the
body taken to an undertaker's and buried
from there and then she would go home.
l turned to go and gave her my card, say
ing that | should be but too happy to be of
service, and started out; but as my eyes fell
upon the face of the dead man l saw, with a
shock that fear | shall never forget that 1T
was the murderer of my vision. without any
shadow of doubt
ho hr0nUbf mo hu
post, in which was pack of cards and slip
of paper, on which was written: ut is all
over now, and the unhappy sight you were
forced to witness has wrought its result
The man you saw die yesterday slew his
half-brother for a fancied wrong the pre-
text of a quarrel at cards being a subter-
fuge. AS soon as my husband knew that
his brother had not supplanted him in his
fathers affections he became the victim of
as terrible as imagination could
paint His father became almost maniac
when he heard of his younger sons supposed
suicide and, as my husband dared not own
himself a murderer to that poor, old father,
be suffered such tortureS as you can imag-
inc. He was a man of powerful will, and
could control himself while awake, but as
soon as he would sleep it seemed as if his
will escaped from his body and seemed to fy
through space, and no matter where we were
and we travelled everywhere-he would re-
turn in spirit to that fatal room. He told
me all, and loved him we'll enough to love
him still and to pity him infinitely, ana OF
all he ever saw, you and one other woman
were all to whom he could ever show the
tragedy plainly. He has told me that some
times in his baffied rage he would long to be
there in body to be able to kill the sleeper.
This other woman died, and at last you made
public what convinced the father
that his beloved son had not been
pu1ltv of self-destructiOn but he never
dreamed OF suspecting his elder son, so that
he died content. We were on our way to
Savannah, where we both were born. send
you this to thank you, and to ask you to
publish it as a true story which may work
good among passionate ones who let unrea-
soning anger and suspicion have their sway
You will not see me again. Before you re-
ceive this shall have joined my dear hus-
band. Perhaps God will be merciful to him
ln nitY for his sn fferine Good-hY