Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1892-11-25
MisctllamenMs.
THE YELLED GHOST.

In the Fall of last year received
telegram from the wife of my friend
Henry Todd, requesting my immediat,
presence at his house, which was in the
country. knew my friend to DO some.
what whimsical, and at first imagined
that some fresh freak was imminent.
On my arrival at the beautiful little
village of c. was greeted by Henry
and his wife with the most cheerful cor.
diality.
When Mrs, Todd had gone, Henry
said in a solemn whisper, which filled
me with conjecturei
81 have something to say to you when
| get an opportunity; and as it con-
Germs Mary, we must not speak of il
before anybody. Here she is !! Tom,
this is my sister Mary, this is my dear.
est and Oldest friend Thomas Winslow,
Esquire !"
| could see that Henry was very fond
of his beautiful sister; but this would
have interested me less perhaps through
out the evening had not detected in
his manner a solitude respecting her for
which it was impossible to perceive a
cause.
Mrs. Todd made no attempt to holp
me out my bewildermcnt, but with inf
mite tact supported conversation on
fifty topics. without once touching upon
the telegram
At last the ladies retired Henry
seated himself opposite me, and leaning
forward, just as far as the feat was safe,
said very solemnly:
Tom, I've had communication from
my mother ! | have seen her too"
His mother had been dead for twenty
years.
"Well, Henry" said | in careless
fashion, "what sort Of communication
have you gotY'
'I'll show YOU" and no aroao and
handed me document, saying. 81 rc-
ceived that from her own hand"
A wild wind shall blow,
And the beautiful snow
Shall cover my Mary and me-
And happy wen sleep
Far down in the deep,
My slnless sweet Mary and me.
1t was with kind of awe that read
these lines
As he took the paper from me mere
ly said;
"Tell mo tho whole affair. suppose
you take that communication, as you
call it, TO refer to your sister I"
Il do" he said omphatically, "but
I'll tell you what happened.
at has been my custom to sit late in
this room if the nights wero ine The
moon shone right In on me one night
the third, think, after Mary's arrival
and could sec myself reflected in the
glass of that chalk drawing hung above
you there. That drawing. is u portrait
of my mother.
at was after midnight. Suddenly |
found myself regarding my own rehec-
ton, when behind my chair in the
glsss-I saw something shape itself
did not stir, but looked and distinctly
saw figure draped in white leaning
over me, and the face was the face OF
mother ! ] saw the figure pass by that
door from this room
"On the third night afterward | had
gone TO bed, but could not sleep.
dressed and came down here TO select a
book. carried taper.
"When | entered, standing within
those curtains, close 10 the window and
fronting me, was the form bad seen
before, draped from the head TO foot ia
white, the face visible--my mother's
face--aGd extending toward me sheet
Of paper which was unfolded | took il
from her hand, as she approached and
passed me, leaving the room. | sat
down and read the verses which seem
10 have impressed even yourself. Now
what do you think of il all y
"Is your sister informed p | asked
evading direct reply
"By no means
"That's right"
The night was wearing on, but il was
beautiful without, and ! proposed a
stroll. The ladies had retired, 30 that
we we're free. Not soul 10 the house
was astir, and out we went. Suddenly
turning toward my moody friend, again
rushed into tho subject, reckless Of any
feeling Of bis own
"show nc that paper again" de.
manded.
II have left IT," said he, and was
about TO return 10 the house, when in.
tcrruptod him.
"Never mind. | remember the lines
and am determined 10 slit the matter OF
the spot. IL seems 10 me that it Their,
is anything supernatural about it, il il
a supernatural blunder.
81 deny that the spirit Of your mothe
has appeared 10 you. Two things ar,
at any rate dcduciblo from these com
munications, Either It's effect was no
intelligontly calculated or il was malig
nantly devised.
| drew myself up about this stage O
my hoadlong gallop over my friend, jus
to have a look at him and to adjust my
self
"Iet US return" said he, suddonl
linking his arm in mine. "Perhap
you are right Tom. But you are driy
lug me TO suppose that there is some
thing wrong with myself"