The St. Johns herald., 1892-08-18
The Ghosts Of Wlngate.

ana uHVarniSHeO. AS l GO not walt to alarm people 1 do not need 10 mention the number of the house, it is, however, in Brady town, or Wingate Station, and I repeat that my tale is absolutely true.
 This house, when I visited it, had been untenanted for some time, and it was certainly in a. bad state of repair; it's last permanent occupant had been a widow who had kept a boarding house for the section men. All went we'll until one of the board CTS, having been disappointed in love, killed himself, then the troubles of which I am going to write com menced.
 A man by the name of Johnston attempted to live in the house after the widow decamped. but was una ble to remain one whole night. He declared that he left a pair of new shoes in his haste, and on return ing for them three days after, found that they had skipped from one side of the room to the other until the seles were worn through to the uppers, and this was not all, sounds were heard by different people pass ing the house, and something un- canny took possession of the place.
 These were the conditions when I resolved to spend night, or part of one at least, in the haunted house. One evening I obtained the key of the house and a lamp from the trembling hands of the station agent and took possession of the house. I first rummaged from top to bottom, but found no man holes or speaking tubes, and being well satisfied that there was no one in the house, I prepared my bed for the night in the haunted room. It was now dark enough for the flies to finish their days work, and light ing my lamp lay down upon my bed to think and listen, but the on- ly sound I heard was the gentle hum of friendly mesquite who had come second relief to the flies. I fell asleep. How long I slept 1 do not know, but when I awoke it was with a sense of not being alone. A watched, startled feeling. which caused me to look closely around the room, and a white, soft moving object passed along the wall and disappeared in the adjoining room, I sat up in my bed to get q better view of any phenomena that would come next; I looked to see if my watch was safe, it was laying on the table as I had left it. As my eye rested on the table, which was with out covering, there arose a boney hand, visible as far as the wrist; 1t was a woman's hand That hand closed around my watch, and both vanished. Then there came at the head of my bed some very loud knocking and as these sounds slow ly ceased, I felt the whole room vibrate eensibly, and at the farther end there rose up from the floor globules of light of all colors- green, yellow, azure and fre-red. A chair moved outirom the wallwith- out apparent agency it moved close to my bed. Suddenly there grew, forth from the chair, a woman's shape. It was as distinct as life ghastly as the shape of death the face was youthful, but mournful {; the shoulders were bare the rest of the body was wrapped ina loose robe of cloudy white Itbegan combing its long yellow hair, which fell be- low it's shoulders it eyes were turn ed toward the door; a shade ap- peared in the background and grew darker; it's form materialized until 1 recognized that of the suicide. He fixed his eyes upon the form of the woman. There were blood stains on the head and breast of the man. The two gazed at each other for some moments with that fixed stare of the dead. I tried to move to