Milford chronicle., 1892-03-11
LINCOLN.

We could give you plenty Of items this
week such as Sheriff Trultt went to
Ceorgetowp Wednesday and returned
the same day Postmaster Wilkeus won't
allow vulgar talk in the pOstGffice Don't
blame him. Bob Small has a new dog
And a thousand more just such inter
estiue items. But as these things hap
nen every week and never get stale they
must keep until some future time as I
have SOME ge,uire news. News that
will cause a cold chill to creep down the
backs of my readers and make them
think they got up too early, and this IS 1t.
Lincoln has got a real ghost. We are
aware that every town of this size should
have one: but we have lived on for over
a quarter of a century and never have
had any real need of one. But this ghost
is one befttiug our pretty village It IS
none of your ghosts that come with wall
as OF a lost soul to frighten the wits out
of those it comes in contact with, but
comes with sweet songs of praise that
makes its listeners long for its visits, at
least that is the effect it had OH me. and
I would not take half of Lincoln for the
memory ofthat one night Ore evening
| This week chanced to call on a friend,
and while sitting in his pleasant home
talking over the events OF the day, the
ram began to fall and soon increased to
a heavy drenching storm with no pro =
pect Of clearing away that night. My
/ host insisted so strongly on my remain
/ ing until morning that finally consented
rather than brave the storm for over a
quarter IF a mile home We retired
about TO O'Clock, was given the spare
or company's room, which was such as
all good housewives keep, i'll perfect or
der aud as neat as wax. It was not long
before 1 was asleep. Being in a strange
bed nv sleep was not very sound and
was awakened by the clock striking the
midnight hour. I could hear the rain
still pouring down and as the clock
ceased striking, the most beautiful notes
of the sweetest song ever heard greeted
nv ears. Twas soft aud low as that OF
a child and seemed to come from no
where in particular but to fill the room
with sweetness I have sat i'll opera
houses and listened to Patti when she
was at her best; but what was Patti to
this heavenly songtress? No more to be
compared than I, to Patti. ! was held,
as in a trance, until the clock striking
one aroused me. Springing out Of bed
struck light, determined to ind tho
cause. But everything was apparently
lust as it was when retired. Now if
was a drinking person might think
had INDUCED in Gag" and had a mild
touch OF "em," but as do not indulge,
that was out Of the question, 1 thought 0i
musical clocks, and automatic music
boxes: but no; it could not be them as
thev do not give forth words to their
music. I examined the door and win
dows they were all secure, so again blow
ing out my lamp l retired, but not to
| sleep, for the Invisible singer had not
! ceased since it commenced at twelve
o'clock, continuing from one song to
another, always ,le&aaud sweet. Songs
Of praise that / ~ never heard before,
and, as listened'l could only think that
bysome divine arrangements those pearly
gates had been left ajar just for little
4 while, and / allowed to listen to a faint
echo of that heavenly music we are
taught to expect when we cross the river.
AS the first gray light of the coming
day stole into the room the music ceased,
and sank into a deep sleep, awakening
only when the sun was streaming into
the room. All was quiet now, the rain
had ceased and only sounds came from
the kitchen, where the rattling of dishes
and cooking utensils conomised me that
my kind hostess was preparing the
morning meal. I decided 10 say nothing
to these good people Of my experience
during the night. unless could first iud
out that they were already aware of this
uncommon occurrence. I was joined in
the sitting room by both host and hostess
and their kind inquiries as to my enjoy
ing a pleasant sleep convinced me that
they we're not ID the secret. I turned
the subject on musical clocks; no, they
never saw one IN fact they never owned
a musical instrument, as neither of them
knew how to play, and never having
been blessed with children they had no
use for such things, as was about to
take my departure, noticed an Alb m