The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-22

middle of the track, clad in angels ROBE.
Oh, know it is Mary's spirit, and she
is dead"
at was woman's form and she held
her right hand aloft In warming" said
Jasper his eyes as large as oyster shells
and his frame trembling Ikea locomotive
in toll. ut was warning, if ever there
was one, and not for all the world would
l run through that tunnel tonight. She
stood right in the middle of the track and
--heavensl there she is againl Sec, there"
Jack saw it, too, and covered his face
with his grimy arms and wept.
what is the matter here7" inquired the
Conductor, who had come running forward
as the train stopped Whats upT0
Look" the old engineer replied, point
ing ahead with one hnnd and with the
other covering his eyes.
Il see nothing except the mouth Of
Buck Hill tunnel" the conductor said.
''She is thcre--she is there! | saw her
twice" Jasper cried.
"Who is there? There. is nothing there.
Wake up, man-you dreaming.
Where's Jack?'
II saw her, too" said the fireman,
moaning; II saw her, and am sure my
Mary is dead.
saw HUul6SLICkS' uuUlbTbQ bu6 Gull
ductor, as he clanbered ieto the cab.
Jap Ward, I'm ashamed of you. Ghosts
on the track Humphl What's the mat
ter with You tonight"
But Jasper and Jack stuck to their
story that they had seen on the track,
right at the mouth of Buck Hill tunnel,
the ghostly form of woman, with her
hair waving in the wind and with hand
fn1 ,frlFy IN n or
laughed at the story and ridiculed Jasper
and Jack until they consented to put on
the steam and go ahead. The wheels had
made but a few revolutions when the
conductor cried out, as the others had
done before him, "Great heavens, what is
thatY' But, being brave follow, as it is
easy for man to DO who has never had
his nerves weakened by much riding at
night in the cab of a locomotive, he
leaped to the ground and declared that he
would solve the mystery. Lantern III
hand he pushed ahead toward the mouth
of, the tunnel. In moment he called
out for help, and when Jasper and his son
ran to his assistance they found him
standing on the pilot of the locomotive
with something white in his arms.
Here's your ghostly woman, he cried
"Help me get her down. She's either
dead or sleeping"
1t was indeed woman, and she was
alive, but unconscious. Jack flashed his
lantern before her face, and drew back
with cry. 1t was Mary Clifford.
She reused but slowly, being chilled to
the marrow. Recovering consciousness
at last, she surprised her rescuers by
failing to scream. Instead she smiled in
queer sort of way at jack, and pulled
closer round her throat the big coat
which he had placed upon her shivering
form.
MARY" said Jack. unable longer to re-
strain the eagerness of his curiosity,
chow in the world did you happen to get
here?"
why, Jack" she replied, didn't you
know was troubled with sleep walking?
l gness I must have been dreaming of
you tonight. 0, yes, remember; last
night mother and / were talking of the
day took the ride with you on the cow
catcher, and that must be how happened
to come here. Are you sorry, Jack?'
For answer Jack looked to see that his
father and the conductor were out of
sight, arguing with each other down by
the big driving wheels, and then he took
the chilly ghost in his arms and kissed
her lips until they at least were warm.