Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1884-01-18
On nv return 10 Paris Mr. Weston ro.

tDn my return 10 1HTlS MT. NcStOn Tc-
moved his offer and | accepted him. A
few months of married happiness effect
ually dispersed the cloud that overshad-
owed me.
My mind-warped, weakened, as it
had been by giving way to morbid
fanccs gained tone and yigor daily by
associating with my husbands, which
was eminently matter of fact and prac-
teal. IL was, therefore, without the
slightest forboding of evil that we set
OF for Dashshire to spend the summer
months at Crowsnest. George was much
pleased with the old house; above all
with tho cedar chamber, which | found
without any orders to that eifect-had
been prepared for us. IL was late at
night when we arrived and there was
not time to alter the arrangement; be-
sides. there seemed no need, for be-
licved, as | have stated, that had out
lived my fears.
Both George and were tired by our
Journey and on retiring to rest we soon
fell fast asleep. Towards morning /
awoke
A stream of moonlight flooded the
chamber. As OF old, the shadow of the
pear tree lay along the floor, tlickerlng
in the night wind. / watched IL for
awhile, thcn-this shadow being close
ly associated in my mind with something
else--l looked towards the bay window,
and could scarcely suppress n cry.
There, in the .old place, between the
gaslight and the moonlight, appeared
the face!
George" whispered, trembling,
"wake! | feel so frightened.
What is it, NinaP Have you seen a
ghost?' he inquired lightly.
1" Hush! Look there
Raising himself upon his elbow he
obeyed.
"Why, there is woman in the
room!" he exclaimed, in the greatest
CONSERVATION. Then, after pausing a
few moments, he continued slowly and
deliberately, as though reading by a
| bad light from book. 'No! it is only
an illusion but tchdt an illusion! !
seem to see most distinctly beautiful
woman, her head turned this way, sup
ported by her hand. Her hair-a bright
auburn hangs loose about her shoul-
ders. 1t is handsome face. but sor-
rowful--"
Stay! what are you about to doP'
| asked, as, rising, he made quick
movement forward.
"To dispel the illusion, darling"
So saying he shook the curtain vic.
lcntly.
:. May all ghostly visitants be as easi
ly dispersed! he continued, laughing,
as the figure quivered, swayed, became
distorted, then, in a moment, vanished.
.s But what 1OaS it?''
al will reproduce it and you shall
Soc"
He loosed the curtain and it fell to the
ground in the old folds and crcases, as
il was before. There, sure enough, she
was again.
"And is this what scared you on your
first visit here?" he inquired, turning
to me suddenly as though new light
broke on him.
Yes. | thought it was the spirit Of
my step-mo. her. l imagined the like
ness of course" Then, between laugh
ter and tears, made full confession Of
all my superstitious folly.
Next morning we closely interrogatet
Mrs. Stevens. She expressed her belle
that the cedar chamber was haunt ID,
and that the communication her mis-
tress had desired to make to me was tC
that elect.
We read of strange results brought
about by the juXtapostion of certain
heavenly bodies. Here was an instance
unique in its way, in which heavenly
body--the moon aided by such common
place earthly materials as a modern ga.
Jet and an old faded silken curtain, pro