Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1884-04-22

THE room," continued Mrs. E.
which my ghost found me is the large
front chamber on the second etage. opening
on to the street by two easement windows,
Aimee, you can show these girls the room,
for you moved into it Yesterday with your
sister" '.Marie's room and mine, oh,
horrors ~ said the girl. with real fright in
her face, "Marie is coward now. and is
always afraid of finding some one in her
chamber, don't tell her that ghosts can en-
ter whenever they like, or she will make
nv life miserable" Never fear, my
child. my ghost could neither harm nor
brighten YOU. it was |, she wanted, and
fear she'll never come again. Il hope
she never will, Mrs. E. but ex.
cuSe my interruption. The face
of the narrator grew serious, as she
continued. "For two weeks before
the event I am about to tell you happened,
| had been annoyed in singular manner,
walking or driving, in doors or on the
streets. it was always the same, the odor
of newly opened tomb was always about
me- | constantly changed my dress,
sprinkled the air with cologne, used strong
perfumes; it was useless, the smell of
mould, of freshly turned sod pursued me
as an atmospheric curse. The landladv
prepared all sorts of delicacies to tempt
my appetite. but everything ate or drank
had the same nauseous odor. MY hus-
band insisted that it was all imagination,
he could smell nothing disagreeable,
was growing nervous, had sat up too
late, | must keep out in the fresh air; SO
he contrived pleasant drives, but failed to
divert my mind. for all the carriages
seemed like tombs shut up for months,
and | was stifled in them. Each day my
misery was renewed. and | really became
nervous and irritable, for this unearthly
suffering seemed to isolate me from all
mankind, and grew more and more I'M
bearable. One evening my husband and
left the salon somewhat earlier than usual
1t was in December, and our chamber was
passd. and Mr.. E. had retired. but
was still wide awake, the candles were
all out and | was sitting near him on the
bed, when | heard knock. the sounC
seemed to come from my daughters room
which connected with mine by a door
near the window. What do you want
Ethel, are you i'll, Il said, halt rising
No, mamma, 1 did not speak," she
replied, and supposing the noise came
from the street. | seated myself on the bee
again and forgot all about it. Again
heard a knock, louder this time; went t.
the door and said, Ethel you knocked.
am not mistaken now, what do you wish |?
The child somewhat irritated. said she wa:
almost asleep, and had neither knocked
nor spoken. and she wished l would LEI
her alone. Astonished, listened mo-
ment, when my quickened senses distin
guished clear. sharp sound; l started
back from the easement, not because il
opened, its clasp was not fastened. but
beause a figure glided through it draped
in white satin and approached me with
extended hand. took it fearlessly, for
getting that what saw seemed to violate
all the laws of nature, for the woman's
features were those of a dear friend, and
in the JOY of seeing her face to face, all the
impossibilities of such a meeting faded
and became as plausible as dream The
/ eyes | knew so we'll looked into mine, the
| lips parted with her own sweet smile, her
forehead was shaded by wavy hair in
which l noticed knot of white ribbon
Yes, my friend was here, and in the old
| familiar voice. she said,
81 have been dead two weeks. and
have been searching for YOU everywhere,
| have been near you for some time, but
until now. have had no power to max e
you see me or to speak to you.'
Continued tomorrow.