St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-09-18
GHOST OF PARADISE.
Spook That Takes Baths and O
ders Drinks.

| Spook That Takes Baths and Or
ders Drinks.
San Francisco Examiner.
The great mystery of Paradise has
been explained at last.
Many Will remember that few years
ago story came out of the "busted'
Southern California boom of the spook
which haunted the big new hotel a
Paradisio.
Paradisio was typical of the boom's
lots and villa tracts out where the clone
and level sand stretched far away"
1.-The city" consisted of lonely horse
car on rusty track and the hotel. The
hotel would have done credit to San
Francisco. Ia Oakland it would have
been called caravansary. 1t had 'all
the modern improvements" except the
guests. 1t stood in that ''staked plain, 4"
fresh painted, tenantless, alone.
One night j. De Barth Shorb and a
party of friends, belated, camped near
the hotel. They were the ones who
heard the ghost. saw it, and staked
racity OIL the truth of their narrative.
They were SO earnest in their state
mentS that Walter Moore, John r. CAT
fey, j. Downey Harvey and Walter
Maxwell went out the next night to the
camping place near the Paradisio hotel
just to ascertain whether or not there
was anything really supernatural about
the spot where they had dumped a few
of their dollars.
When they returned to Los Angeles
they were scared. They confirmed
said. They added details and went
into particulars. Other people flocked
to Paradisio. The ghost never was seen
| or heard again. The narrators were
called liars. They knocked the people
down anu were knocked down in turn.
But they persisted with angry emphasis
that they had seen the ghost.
lit isn't an ordinary ghost" they
said, ''for it takes baths and orders
drinks. We've heard the water rum
ming in the tubs OH one floor after an
other-and we've found the tubs wet
when we broke into the hotel. We've
heard a ghOstly voice ordering up all
sorts of drinks through the speaking
tubes. We've heard all the electric bells
juggling. We've seen pallid figure ap-
pear at the windows and vanish sud-
denly. We searched high and low
through the hotel and no one was
there"
So came about the great ghost mys-
terry of ParadiSlo.
The other evening Albert Gerberding.
bank commissioner and president of the
Bohemian club, sat in the center of a
merry group spinning very pleasant,
and very improbable, yarns. He began
on his third, as follows:
IA few years ago | was down in
Southern California on business, and
was forced to stay in a great barn of
h0use-one OF those modern hotels
erected to boom a new town. There
wasn't another person in it, nor hab-
ltatiOn anywhere near. The only sign
of life was the smoulderng fire of some
trampS camped not far away.
1.-The first night of my stay was one
of those big, moOnlit nights that seem
vast and empty. L think the bigness of
it and its lonesomeneSs filed me with
strange lancies. Perhaps it was too
event. threw off all restraint. l set
the alarm bells changing all over the
vacant house. / ordered rare wines
through the speaking tubes and mag
mary barkeeperS, and roared into the
ear OF a suppositltious chef demand
for banquet which would have
strained the eXcheQuer of an empire. l
danced through the halls deshabille,
and took bath on every floor.
line next night started the same
antics, but those Internal tramps broke
into the place and l was forced to hide
in the garnet. The next night got out
of Paradisio as fast as my legs''--
"What?" Shrieked Downey Harvey,
who suddenly awakened to an interest
in the conversation. where was
that?'
AT Paradisio, Southern California. :"
About four years ago?'
Yes"
"Why, confound your sunburned
soul. Eve been reviled, beaten. cursed
and kicked all up and down this broad
land on your account. l was one Of
those 'tramps' who broke into that
hotel. Hang you! You're the far-famed
ghost of Paradisio."