Connecticut western news., 1892-08-25
THE YELLED GHOST.

THE YELLED UHOSI.i In the fall of last year received 8 telegram from the wife of my friend, Henry Todd, requesting my immediate presence at his house, which was in the country. knew my friend to be 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 cordiality.
 When Mrs. Todd had gone, Henry said in a solemn whisper, which filled me with conjecture:
 "I have something to say to you when get an opportunity; and as it concerns Mary, we must not speak of it before anybody Here she isl Tom, this is my sister, Mary, this is my dearest and oldest friend, Thomas Winslow, Els quirer s. I could see that Henry was very fond of his beautiful sister; but this would have interested me less perhaps through | out the evening had I not detected in his manner solicitude respecting her | for which it was impossible to perceive | 8 cause. E | Mrs. Todd made no attempt to help me out of my bewilderment, but with | infinite 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 motheri I have seen her too" \ His mother had been dead for twenty years.
 "Well, Henry" said in careless fashion, "what sort of communication have you got" l "Pll show you," and he arose and handed me a document, saying, q re- ceived that from her own hand" | A wild wind shall blow, And the beautiful snow | Shall cover my Mary and me And happy we'll sleep | Far down in the deep, | My sinless sweet Mary and me.
 It was with kind of awe that I read these lines.
 As he took the paper from me mere ly said:
 ssTell me the whole affair. I suppose | you take that communication, as you call it, to refer to your sisterY' CT do," he said emphatically. "but I'll tell you what happened.
 s'It has been my custom to sit late in this room if the nights were fine. The moon shone right in on me one night lately-the third, think, after Mary's arrival-and I could see myself reflected in the glass of that chalk drawing hung above you there. That drawing is g portrait of my mother. .... "..
 ''It was after midnight. Suddenly found myself regarding my own rehec tion, when behind my chair-in ths glass-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 o my mother! I saw the figure pass by that door from this room.
 "On the third night afterward hal gone to bed, but could not sleep. dressed and came down here to select
 book. carried taper.
 | those curtains, close to the window ant
 fronting me, was the form had seer
 before, draped from head to foot il
 white, the face visible my mother
 face-and extending toward me a shee
 of paper which was unfolded. I took i
 from her hand, as she approached ant
 passed me, leaving the room. I sa
 down and read the verses which seen
 to have impressed even yourself. Nov
 what do you think of 1t allY'
 "Is your sister informed?" I asked
 evading direct reply.
 By no means"
 "That's right" The night was wearing on, but it wa beautiful without, and proposed , stroll. The ladies had retired, so tha we were free. Not soul in the hous was astir, and out we went. Student
 turning toward my moody friend, I agail rushed into the subject, reckless of an . feeling of his own.
 "Show me that paper again." I de manded.
 "I have left it, said he, and was abou
 to return to the house, when I inter
 rupted him.
 "Never mind. I remember the lines
 and am determined to sift the matter O
 the spot. It seems to me that if there
 anything supernatural about it, it is
 supernatural blunder.
 II deny that the spirit of your mothe
 has appeared to you. Two things are g
 any rate deducible from these commun
 cations. Either its effect was not inte
 igently calculated or it was malignan
 ly devised"
 drew myself up about this stage (
 my headlong gallop over my friend, jul
 to have look at him and to adjust ID,
 self.
 \ "Let us return" said he, suddenl ! linking his arm in mine. Perhaps 70
 are right, Tom. But you are drivin me to suppose that there is somethin e wrong with myself" | Our conversation had drifted from tl g subject altogether when we approache @ the house.
 a "There is some one on the lookout f. n us," exclaimed, as looked toward u g window of the library. "Oh, God!' heard Henry groan, a .e most in the instant, and I saw that b n face was ashen as the face of the dea II while he stood gazing toward the wi 7 dow.
 ). There, sufficiently revealed in u aas raining moonlight, was the figure of g, woman, arrayed as for a bridal; but h fingered only for a moment, and th' is deliberately moved away.