New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-01-16
The RIPPING TRAIN.
Let's tell ghost stories, then,n said

"Aren't you tired OF them? One
hears nothing else nowadays. And
they're all authentic really vouched
for, only you never see the person
who saw or heard or felt the ghost.
It is always somebody's sister or
cousin or friends FRIEND" objected
young Mrs. Snowdon, another Of the
guests at the Quarries.
81 don't know that that is quite a
reasonable ground for discrediting
them en- masse, said her husband.
4'It is natural enough, indeed newt
able, that the principal or principals
in such cases should be much more
rarely come across than the stories
themselves. A hundred people can re
peat the story, but the author, or
rather hero, OF it can't be in hun
dred places at once. You don't dis
believe i'll any other statement or
narrative merely because you have
never seen the prime mover in it,"
"But didn't say discredited them
on that account, said Mrs. Snowd on.
"You take up so, Archie. I'm not
logical and reasonable don't pre-
tend to be. If I meant anything, it
was that a ghost story would have a
great pull over other ghost stories if
one could see the person it happened
to. One does get rather provoked at
never coming across him or her, she
added, a little petulantly.
! She was tired; they were all rather
tired, for it was the first evening since
the party had assembled at the large
country house known as the ''The
| Quarries," on which there was not to
be dancing, with the additional IA
tigue of "ten miles there and ten back
again." and three or four evenings OF
such doings without intern1ission tell,
even on the young and vigorous.
Tonight various less energetic ways
OF passing the evening had been pro.
posed. Music, games, reading aloud,
recltation-none had found favor in
everybody's sight, and now Gladys
Lioyd's proposal that they should
"teil ghost stories seemed likely to
fall fat also.
For a moment or two no one an
swered Mrs. SnoWdon's last remarks.
Then, somewhat to everybody's sur
prise, the young daughter of the
house turned to her mother.
be vexed with mel know
| you warned me once to be
careful how I spoke of it; but
wouldn't it be nice if Uncle Paul would
tell US OF his ghost story? And then,
Mrs. Snowdon." she went on, s'you
could always say you had heard one
| ghost story at or from-which should
Observation-Disclosures
Lady Denhoime glanced round hall
nervously before she replied.
Locally speaking, it would not be
at headquarters, Nina" she said.
| "The Quarries was not the scene OF
your uncle's ghost story. But l al
most think it is better not to speak
about it am not sure that he
would like it mentioned, and he will
be coming in a, moment. He had only
. note to write.''
Il do wish he would tell it to u.s.
said Nina regretfnlly. Don't you
think, mamma, / might Just run to
the study and ask him, and if he did
not like the idea he might say so to
me; and no one would seem to know
anything about it? Uncle Paul is SO
kind, I'm never afraid of asking him
any favor"
sThank you, Nina, for your good
opinion OF me; you see there Is no rule
! without exceptions; listeners do some.
times hear pleasant things OF them
selves" said Mr.. Marischal, as he at
that moment came round the screen
which half concealed the doorway.
What is the special favor you were
thinking of asking me?''
Nina looked rather taken aback.
"How softly you opened the door,
Uncle Paul" she said. ri would not
have spoken Of you if had known
you were there"
But, after all, you were saying no
HARM" observed her brother Michael.
"And for my part don't believe Tn
ele Paul would mind our asking him
what we were speaking Of
s'What was it?' asked Mr.. Maris-
chal. 81 think, as l have heard SO
much, you may as well tell me the
whole
1t was only began Nina, but
her mother interrupted her.
81 have told Nina not to speak OF
it, Paul, " she said anxiously; abut-
it was only that all these young PEG.
pie are talking about ghost stories,
and they want you to tell them your
own strange experience. You must
not be vexed with them
'tVexed?' said Mr.. Marischal; e'not
in the least.'' But for a moment or
two he said no more, and even pretty,
| spoiled Mrs. SnoWdon looked a little
uneasy.
You shouldn't have persisted, Nj
ma she whispered.
Mr.. Marischal must have had unus.
| ually quick ears. He looked up and