Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1885-07-04
ne KNEW SHE WOULD DIE.
And Had a Presentiment of the Drown.
ing of His Sor.
Remarkable Story Told by Mr.. August Glass
mier-A Man who Read the Inscription OF
His Wife's Coffin-lid a Week Before She
Was Dead.
ST Louis Sunday Savings.

st. Louis Sunday Sayings.
"You saw the article in the papers about
John Ryder, the farmer in New York State,
who foretold the day of his death?"
"Yes."
s'Well, don't take much stock in such
things, but my brother had more remarka-
bic experience than that"
Lets have it," said the reporter, and
August GlaSSmeyer, the well-knOwn lum-
herman, leaned back in his comfortable Of
fee chair and lit his pipe before beginning.
IL don't know" he said, what Frank
would think about it. He's living over in
Belleville now, and haven't seen him for
some time But he used to talk very freely
of his experiences and l often wondered
that they did not get into the papers.
Frank was something of a Spiritualst, l
believe, although / don't know as that is
W hat he would call it, He lived for a good
many years on McNair avenue near Gra-
vols, and had family of two daughters and
one son. The boy, Jim his name was, was
PRETTY WILD
and. left home when he was about fifteen.
"Well, my brother came into my office
one Sunday night, think it was about nine
o'clock, l know had just come in from
church, and he said to me, Gus, they're
sending home that boy to me-
"'Whatp says |.
They're sending home my boy he re-
piled, the tears starting in his eyes. Il saw
him this afternoon as | was sitting at din
ner. He was laid out all white and Cold,
and his clothes were dripping wet. They're
sending him home to me. Because little
later saw some men lifting long box in
to a baggage car, and know that my poor
boys body was in that box.
Il laughed at him and ventured that jim
was pretty lively boy and probably abun-
dainty able to take care of himself. But he
shook his head sadly and said:
"'NO, Gus, know what l say; the boy is
dead and they're sending his body home
"The next afternoon the body of Franks
son was brought to his house. He had been
DROWNED WHILE SWIMMING
in the lake at Cleveland.
"Well," continued Mr.. GlaSsmeyer, as he
relit his pipe, which had gone out while he
was telling his story. at must have been
two years after this, that of Sunday night,
just about nine o'clock again, Frank came
into this office, and was sitting here SmOk-
ing after church. He was very white i'm the
face when he came i'm and knew that he
had something unusual to say.
"'Gus,' he said to me abruptly, Pm 60
ing to lose my WIFE
"'Is she sickT | asked.
"'Never was better
"'What makes you think so then"
"'Well, this afternoon L was sitting in the
parlor and all of sudden it grew dark; all
around me. l was in the parlOr all alone.
As soon as my eyes got accustomed to the
darkness / could see there was something
i'm the middle of the room. Just enough
light from the street lamp crept in through
the blind to fash upon something light upon
its surface. went up to it. The dark OBJ
ject was a coffin, and the light just touched
a coffin plate. L could read my wife's name
on it,
eyes, the date. 1t was Died June 8,
1888. That will be next Sunday
"'wAs IT A DREAM?'
| asked him.
az think it was, for in little while the
room was all light again. But believe,
Gus, that [ shall lose my wife
IL tried to convince him that it was only
dream and that there was nothing in it,
but he left me that night fully impressed
with the belief that his wife would die on
the following Sunday night.
Just a week from that time l was sum
mOned to his house. His wife lay dead in
the parlOr, the victim of heart disease"
Mr.. GlaSsmeyer again relit his pipe anC
smoked i'm silence for few minutes.
''The next thing | expect" he said. tax
ing his pipe from his mouth, ''is that Frank
will walk i'm here and frighten me to death
by announcing the day and date OF his owl
DEATH"