The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1891-09-22

uue ind move into q new fiat building
ion West Monroe street His family
consists of his wife and three children.
His wife's sister, an unmarried lady,
also resides with them.
SIT was the last place in the world"
said Mr.. Hartwell, in conversation with
Che writer, where one would expect
ITO encounter spooks or ghosts. In the
first place the building was brand
NEW, and according to tradition no re-
spectable spook ever attaches himself
ito q place that has not record of
at least twenty years behind it. We
had the middle fiat Both under us and
tabove us the apartments were occu-
Epied by respectable people.
''The only possible fault to be found
twas that overhead young gentleman
habitually played the Boulanger
March Mt all hours, sometimes far into
the night He appeared to be pleased
with the tune and he was what is
known in the musical world as key
lfhumper. Otherwise all our ncighbors
were entirely unobjcctionable.
1.-THE very first day we moved in,
however, the fun-if you like to call it
that, though it wasn't-bcgan.
t'Trouble commenced i'll the dining
room at nine o'clock that evening. 1t
was very late, owing to moving, before
I'VE sat down to supper 1 had been
hauling around furniture and putting
down carpets all day long and was as
hungry as hawk; SO were we all. We
had not yet completed arrangements
with the gas company and the room was
but dimly lighted by one lamp. The
whole place had a chilly, uncomfortable
fair about it. l was just about to help
the children when from the wall, ap-
parcntly just over my head, there is
sued forth the most horrible, uncanny
Sound which ever assaulted mortal ears
1T was like the wall of some lost spirit,
Fising higher and higher, until from q
degree of car-spitting intensity it died
AWAY to an unearthly whisper
"'What on earths that?' exclaimed
lmy wife, as her knife and fork fell rat
Ting on her plate from her ncrvclcss
fingers. Little Edie broke out howl
ling, and Jack jumped up as if struck
lby lightning and rushed into n dark
Icloset. The internal noise even woke
the baby in the cradle, who howled dis
ma)ly. My wife's sister turned pale as
n sheet
81 must confess / was somewhat rat
tied myself. However, with good
deal of coaxing and pooh pooling,
got them all back to the table, and we
finished the meal. can't say we en-
joyed it We were not again dis
turbed that night, and by the morning
tho spooll noise as we dubbed it, had
become rather the subject of jest than
otherwise.
II was kept late down town that
evening. On my return to the fat
found Mrs. IIartwcl crying and the
children terror-stricllcn. They had
had supper at six, and at that meal had
been again disturbed by the ghostly
sounds Little Edie had been so badly
trighted that she had been nearly
thrown into commissions. My wife
threw her arms around my neck and
sobbed bitterly.
"'Oh, John, for goodness sake take
me out of this horrible place
"'Pooh, pooh, my dear, said, trying
ITO soothe her. Look at the cost and
trouble of moving. Besides, I've taken
the fat for year -
"Again that unearthly sound issued
from the dining-room. 1 was pretty
well frightened myself this time, but
my rage as looked upon the shrinking