St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-01-10

door of the chapel through which the
mysterious visitor was expected to pass
IF 1t IS not genuine ghost" he sad,
81 will cure the practical joker OF his
nonsense" 1t was agreed that the
officer should order the phantom to halt,
and, If it did not obey. fire upon it The
posted posted NtfsmssIv Eve III the wv ve str
Of the chapel, from which they
could sea the path that, according to
loved low sds' As mi midmghf sSpfdas2ed The
gayety of the royal gtodp decreased;
of the last strike had died away
they heard in the distance, Halt!
W wsQ g sS E s5s? Grand Thd duke tn ana
the people of his suite came
out from their hiding place and ran into
the courtyard. The brave young officer
was stretched on the ground, dead. Be-
side him lay his gun, the barrel of which
was torn from the stock and twisted like
a corkscrew. There was no wound of
any sort on the body. Shortly afterward
Louis l. died suddenly i'll the ducal
palace.
In 1850 still more extraordinary
thing occurred few days before the
death of Queen Theresa of Bavaria.
King Louis and Queen Theresa were
passing the summer in the castle of
Archaffenberg, where their son-ln-law.
the Grand Duke Louis Ill. of
Hesse Darmstadt, came to see
them. In tine evening, when all
persons present saw woman IN
deep morning silently glide throu gin
the room. She stopped moment be-
hind the chair of the queen aud fixed
her eyes upon her majesty. Then she
disappeared through tine door of the
antechamber. The grand duke arose
hastily and rushed after the mysterious
visitor. He was angry with the officer
on guard for permitting a stran-
ger to come i'll unannounced.
The latter declared, however,
that he did not see single
soul in the antechamber or in the royal
parlor. The duke came back and re-
sumed his seat HIS pale face excited
the curiosity of the assembly, and at
last he was obliged to tell what had hap
pened. Queen Theresa, when she
heard the description of the visitor,
arose with the cry. at is for me that
she has GOMEZ" Shortly afterward the
queen returned to Munich, and died
there Of cholera.
One of the comparatively modern SILL
perstitions of the eve of All Saints is
found at the bottom of old and aban-
doned lime kilns. Just where it began
nobody can tell with certainty, but In all
probability Ireland has the best claim
to it. At all events, it used to flourish
i'll that country some years ago. A girl
with no beau or girl with too many
heauX is puzzled to find out who is the
lucky chap destined TO become her hus-
band. In such predicament all she
has to do is to arm herself with spool
of strong thread and start off after dark
on the eve of All Saints to some old
lime kiln reputed to be the
abode OF evil spirits. Standing
alone on the edge Of the deep
hole, the candidate for matrimony
repeats the Lords Prayer backward.
Then she takes the end of the thread in
her left hand, and alter tossing the
tlently waits for a bite. Soon she will
feel three pulls, and she must politely
ask his Satanic Majesty to be kind
enough to tell her the name of her fut-
ure husband. A voice below will pro-
nOunce the name.
In the home of comfortable farmer
in the interior of Ireland a dairymaid
was employed some years ago. Her
name was Mary kilgray. She was a
brunette, with large black eyes and a
remarkably long and hooked nose. She
wasn't handsome, neither was she
homely. She had what the French
would call la beaute du diable. She
didn't believe in fear, and grew
Michael Doyle was badly smtten with
Mary'S charms, but he could never
screw up his nerves to the point of
declaring his intentions. In fact. Mary
hardly knew him. He was thatcher,
and one evening while he was repairing
the roof of one of the outhouseS of the
farm where Mary was employed
he saw his idol absorbed in her prayer
book. Slowly she came along and
stood by the wall over which he was
working. lie could hear her mumbling
at some prayer, and after listening at
tentively he found out that she was
learning to repeat the Lords Prayer
backward. After mumbling for some
time she went back TO the house. II
have it," said Mike. This is ghost night,
and as sure as [ am thatcher, she is
bound for the Lara Cora lime kiln to-
night to find out the name of her man.
Tll go there before her, get down in the
kiln, and put III good word for my
self. Mary will resign herself to her
fate, and pretty soon she'll be Mrs.
Doyle"
Mike procured long rope and at dusk
started off for the haunted lime-kiln'
An ash tree stood close to the edge of
the deep hole. Doyle fastened his rope
to the trunk of the tree and went down
to the bottom. The weather was dry,
and the bottom was coverec with with
cred leaves. Doyle lighted his pipe
and endeavored to make himself COM
Portable. After waiting patiently for
some time he heard footsteps. Mary
came to the brink of the black pit,
humming tune. Down came the
spool. Mike quietly CROPPED about for it
while she was endeavoring to repeat her
prayer upside down. Just as he caught
the spool Mary forgot her lesson. She
stammered and at last came to stop. In
order to help the devil out of difficulty
Mike cut the ceremony short by giving
three little pulls to the string. AT the
same time he asked:
what is it We want to knOWP
tine name av me husband, av
coorSe." ,.-.,-
"Moike Doylew
mike Doyle! Arrah, what Moike
Doyle?"
"Moike Doyle the thatcher!'
"To hell wild him! Take him your
selfr'
Mary vanished. and Doyle climbed up
from the deep hole.
But. after ALL" he said, "maybe it is
just as good for me. 1t is hard to say
what sort of wife could be made out of
girl that isn't afraid to talk back to
the devil"
A VOICE FROM THE PAST.
The ExEmpress Eugene Is Prac-
tically Forgotten.