Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1888-09-28

into mine. tel you the CLINT of
those terrible eyes was more than
mortal man could bear. With a cry
of agony 1 turned and dashed out Of
the room and along the passage, con-
sciOus Of nothing buta mad desire to
be IN the light again, and beside a
human being.
jackson was still sitting, pale and
stricken. He looked at me when 1
entered and, With his tight-drawn,
rigid lips formed the words, you've
seen it?''
1--WE seen 1t, 1 shu1dered, ffand
viii not remain in this accused
house one moment longer. lit may
follow Us here, and then / shall go
mad. -
You're right he said; ''we must
not stop here-let US go" He took
my hand, and together we crept
stealthily down the stairs ard, only
pausing to take out our hats and
listers, let ourselves out of the front
door.
1t was a clear, frosty night, the
moon shOne down cOldly and the
clouds were scudding befOrethe stars.
The wind blew on our fevered frames,
and we shivered.
The sudden transition from the
Overheated house, with its madden
ing terror, to the serene winter night
made a strange impression upon me.
1 cannot describe the sensation. But
l can feel it. We traVersed the little
garden walk in silence. When we
got to the gate Jackson paused, and,
turning round, spoke: ''There is the
window" he said, with a slight trem-
BILE in his voice. "there is the window
Of that horrible room; it looks harm
less enough, yet wonder, in thename
of mercy, what devils tricks are go
ing forward at this moment"
Our walk had brOughtu JUS to the left
corner of the house, and the window
was just about eight feet over our
heads. As he spoke the window was
illuminated by u strange blush light
1t lit up the room in a vague, hay
way. Nothing was invisible, yet
nothing was perfectly distinct, and in
| the middle Of the room there was a
| black, mOtiOnless outline 0fa woman.
| We stood III silence for perhaps five
minutes, then the light gradually died
away, and nothing was left but the
/ dark framework Of the window.
/ / mOtiOned mutely to jackson to
/ come away, but he stood his ground
/ firmly. Hooked at him in the moon
light, and was surprised at the
( change that had come over him. He
/ had entirely recovered his manhood.
! The color had returned to his cheek,
and his face wore the old, easy-gOing.
calm expression. Hesmiled upon me.
and said quie5ly, Dick, old boy, I've
/ been q fool, & mailman, q coward;
but I'm all right now. I shall not
run away from the old house. Not
/ rooms in the world would frighten me
now. You can come with me ifyOu
like. I'm going back to probe the
matter to the bOttOm!''
And I went with him. We prObed
the matter to the bottom, butWe dis
! covered very little. Armed with the
! lamp we re-entered the mysterious
room, but all was undisturbed as on
/ the first occasion when we visited it.
The acknowledgement lady looked
down on us as sadly, and the walls
seemed as blank, and the curtains and
fixtures were as dusty as ever, butwe
found no explanation Of the horrible
figure we had seen.
We spent the night by the fire IN
armchairs, and next morning I re-
turned to London.
Here my story ends. I don't ex-
pect any one to believe it. According
to Mrs. Sidgwick and others, there
/ are no such things and haunted
rooms in reaIlife. All thesame Jack
son never spent another night under
that roof. The house has been left
five times within five years, and the
tenants have never remained in pos
session more than seven days at long
est, and in one instance q man has
been found dead in his bed in that
room. He died from natural causes
of course. 1t would beabsurd to say
that sights and shadows had arisen
before the suddenly-aWakened man
which frOze the life out of him in one
awful shuddering sigh of mortal ter.
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