The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1883-03-04
Written for the HEBALD]
A STORY TOLD BY A STU,
DENT.
BY t. R. MILLER.


with dense black clouds, which at
times, broken into great riffs by the
violence of the gale, skurried across
the heavens like dark winged mes
sengers of fate, anon setting down
over the valley like a funeral pail
making the darkness OF the moonless
night 90 pslpable that it could almost
be felt. The street lamps, feebly
contending with the enveloping
darkness, shed forth q dim Pickering
light which only served to make the
darkness msre apparent. The wind
swept down Man. street in fierce
boiaterous guGts, catching up, as it
whirIed and eddied along, the loose
particles OF irozsn snow, hurting it
through the air and into the faces OF
the few pedestrians on the street,
causing them to bury their faces in
the depths OF their wraps to escape
the sharp sting of the iee-laden blast.
The creaking of the signs swinging to
and fro blending with the roar of the
tempest filled the air with a dismal
moaning sound as If all nature were
grosning beneath the tyranny Of the
winter king.
Inside Doctor IS Office ell was
light and warmth and comfort. The
gas jets in the chandelier pendant
from the ceiling shaded and aoftened
by ground glass globes, filed the
room with a mellow light. The open
front Of the Office stove showed q
CRATE heaped with glowing Goals; tne
blaze, leaping and dancing in its
glowing brightness, sprang upward
into the black throat of the chimney
in long tongues of fame as il in mad
defiance Of the storm king which
rosred and Ahrieked without.
Around the coy room in various
attitudes of lazy Incidence
we're FIVE persons: the Doctor, who is
also an eminent surgeon as we'll, snd
bic four students. We had met there
on this particular evening to listen to
an anatomical lecture with practical
illustrations. The subject, one which
the doctor had obtained q few days
previously, now lay in the adjoining
room, cold and rigid, awaiting the
dissecting knife. The night chosen
for the lecture was propitious: the
storm raging without precluded the
possibility of interruption; but to
make doubly sure that there would
be no intruder on our unGanny occu-
patton, the doctor deemed it best to
wait until near midnight before be-
ginning his task.
"Whst fearful night" exclaimed
K, one OF the students. and as be
spoke be drew his chsir closer to the
blazing fire and shivered with that
undefued, unscoouBtable feeling Of
sympathy with the storm which ragged
without.
"The kind of night on which
witches and Wsrlocks love to ride the
winlry blast, and church yards yaWn
and give up their sheeted dead to
gibbsr and moan around the places
| they used to haunt in Iife," put IN
Charley B, reckless un-loving
fellow the life and soul Of every aecisl
gathering.
"Pooh, what nonssnciesI geese
those old ancestors Of ours Rsrs to
believe in such stuff" intsrposed
NJ, the sober, ssudious, scientific
member of our professional family.
/ had nothing tO:say. Borh on the
sea coat of dear old witch loving
Massachusetts, whose very air is red
client of mysticism; reared among
fishermen and sailors, whose tales OF
Witchcraf. and ghostly vlsitatiOns we're
part of my boyhood's training
lCould nsver, reason as I might, with
the light Of science TO strengthen and
assist me, wholly divest my mind o
q secret, barely self confessed, belle
Shat there might be some truth in TO,
old stories about spirits OF the de
parted revisiting the pala glimpsei
O. the moon. l glanced. however
across the room to the doctor. WHIT
| sat q silen. listener on the low sofa
his hands cIAsped across his knees
enjoying to the tull the gsnia
, warmth Of the room now rendered
doubly welcome by the long ride
through the storm, which ne and
had taken that afternoon to visit I
patient in Cottonwood.
What do you think about thest
things, doctor?" queried k
"you have handled mortality in al
OF it's phases of life and death from
infancy to cid age. Did you ever see
a ghest?"
a pleasant smile lighted up th
doctors face, a face net Rll unused t
such symptoms OF inns'e geniality
''No," he replied. 81 have never hal
that pleasure. And expect to pas
into the mystic shades of futurit
: without any such evidence of To
post norton existence OF spirit a
matter.
"Ha, ha, ba. laughed light
; hearted Charley B -. IF tn
. ghosts don't visit you, vino have q
: indiscrimiuately scattered to che fou
= winds the various members of thei
earthly tabernaoles, they will Ger
: taiuly pass by poor me. who hav
n not az yet aeshed my msidel
4 scslpel. !"
9 THAT the spirit.or what professor
r Of theology ale pleased to ter" to
Il immortal part OF man, exists after to