The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1891-11-20

strength was going.
Everything appeared in a mist to me
and pretty soon all had faded and | was
dead. But | was in another world. ]
could hold communion with a thousand
other wronged beings who had been
transformed from life into the ghost
world. They told me merry stories of
how they at all hours haunted those per-
sons who had wronged them in this
world. But in that respect | am a pecul-
lar ghost. | have my regular haunting
hour. remember as my murderer stood
over me the clock in an adjoining room
chimed the hour of 1 o'clock, and every
night just at 1 o'clock ] pay my VIC
tim-he's my victim nova visit. And
Unjust be going"
He moved toward the door and we fol-
lowed
"Do you young men want to follow a
ghost upon his cheerful mission" he
asked
by all means. if you will let us" said
Dalrymple.
Il have no objection. \ ghost desires
no company, but you may go
We followed him out through the
darkness to the road that led past the
house. He moved quickly along the road
and we followed, filled with a sensation
which | cannot explain. With a ghost
ON his nightly rounds, This was some
thing strange-passing strange.
Over the hills we followed his ghost
ship until the village had been completely
left behind. The fields. waving with
their harvests of corn, Were on either
side.
Where was he going? Who was the
murderer: These thoughts fitted
through my mind a thousand times.
Presently he stopped before a large farm
house.
This is the place" said he.
Great heavens. Was it possible?
| knew the place well. 1t was the
residence of Captain James Standiford,
one Of the most prominent men in our
whole vicinity.
This cannot be true said Dalrym-
pie.
But the ghost gave US no time for
words or thoughts.
Follow me" he said, and he entered
the house. Bolts and bars have no re-
straining power against a ghost, for he
pushed the door lightly aside and stepped
into the hallway. Evidently he knew
the place well Alook of delight, fan
cied. came over his face as he beekoned
us to follow him up the stairway.
At the top of the stairs he stopped be-
fore a door.
This is his room, " he said.
He turned the knob and went in.
The room was dark. but through an
open shutter a faint streak of light en-
tered
On il bed a sleeper wa tossing rest
lessly about. 1t was Stamford.
He moaned, restlessly turned over and
then, with a frightened start, sat up in
bed.
His eyes fell upon the CHASTITY ghost
figure standing at the foot of his bed,
looking a thousand times more horrible
than when we had first seen him.
With a loud cry of terror he sprang
from the bed and ran to the farther side
of the room Slowly the ghost went
after him.
Take it away. Take it away he
shrieked. Its his face, Take it away
Oh. God! Take it away
Standiford's face wa so terribly
drawn and ~contorted by his terrors that
one of his most intimate acquaintance
would not have known him.
The ghost went slowly toward him,
and with a maniacal, terrified look he
ran about the room, getting as far from
the ghost as the room would allow,
shrieking and moaning ~piteously all the
while.
Shrinking IN a corner like a cur at
bay, with his bloodshot eyes almost
ready to burst from their sockets, Standi-
ford held up his hands toward the ghost
and cried ont ~piteously:
Go away now. Please go away. | am
sorry-so sorry, sd this is enough-my
Cod it's enough.
But the ayenging spirit did not hear
ford went the horrible thing followed
him.
For almost an hour it went on thus,
when at last Standiford becoming utter
" exhausted, threw himself on the bed
and covered his face with his pillow,
trying to shut put the hideous sight and
crying out in the most penitent manner
For a moment the ghost lowered over
him and was gone.
Dalrymple and myself stood rooted to
The spot for a few moments, and then,
realizing our positions, went back down
The stairway and out Of the house.
This is a horrible experience" said
Dalrymple, and a horrible revelation"
We walked back home in silence, busy
with our W thoughts concerning the
novel experience of the night.
The next day / met Stamford on the
streets He spoke to me in his usual
happy manner, but | noticed dark lines
ander his eyes, while he wore a sleepy
and detected look.
He was a murderer, and no one but
myself and Dalrymple knew and would
aver know.
Would u do to proclaim him to the
world as such with no proof but the
ghosts testimony, and to have the ghost
summoned into court? | think not
Robert l.. Adsmson in Atlanta Consti-
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