The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-02

festations or esoterio Buddhism. He formed
friendship with Maj. Poole twenty years
ego, when they were both subalterns, and
their intercourse continued up to the time
OF the Iransvaal war, when Poole was
ordered out on the staff. The nRrrator's
seory reads in parts as follows:
STARTLING APPEARANCE.
The Transvaal war was at its hight.
One night, after reading for some time ia
the library OF the club. 1 had gone TO my
room late. IL must have been nearly /
O. clock when / turned into bed. had slept,
perhaps, some six hours or so, when /
awoke with a start. The gray dawn was
stealing through the windows, and the
light fell sharply and distinctly on the mill
tary chest of drawers shat stood at the
farther end OF the room, and which [ car
ried about with me everywhere during my
service. Standing by my bed, between me
and the chest OF drawers, l saw Il figure,
which in spite Of the unwonted dress
wonted, at least TO me-and Of full black
beard, | at once recognized as that of my
old brother officer.
He had the usual Kharki coat, worn by
officers on active service in ca tern climates;
brown leather strap, which might nave
been the strap of his field service glass,
crossed his breast. A brown leather girdle,
with sword attached on the left side and
revolver case on the right, passed around
his waist. On his head he wore the
ordinary white pith helmet of the
service. l noted all these particulars in the
moment that | started from sleep and sat
up in bed looking at him. His face was pale
but his bright, black eyes shone as keenly
as when year and a half before, they had
looked at me as he stood with one foot on
the hanson bidding me adieu.
THE GHOST TALKS.
Fully i'm oppressed for the brief momeot
that we were stationed together ct G. in
Ireland or somewhere. aud thinking l was
in my barreck room, l said: Hello, Poole!
Am late for paradeP Poole looked at me
steadily and replied: I'm shot,
"'Shot,' exclaimed. Good God! how
and wherep
Through the lungs, replied Poole. and
as he spoke his right hand moved slowly up
the breast until the fingers rested upon the
right lung.
"What were you dolngP I asked.
1.-THE general sent me forward, he an
sTered, and the right hand left the breast Co
move slowly to the front, pointing over my
head TO she window and at rhe same
moment the figure melted away. l rub bed
my eyes to make sure | was not dreaming,
and sprang out of bed.
II Islt sure that my old friend was no
more, and what had seen was only his
apparition. But ye', how account for the
voice, the ready and distinct aaswersa
That had seen a spirit, certainly something
that was not flesh and blood, and that had
conversed with it. were alike ndsputable
facts. But now 20 reconcile the apparent
impossibilitiesl The thought disqu oted mo
ana longed for the hour when the club
would open and could get chance OF
learning from the papers any news from
the scot OF war in the TrRnsvaal. The hours
passed fsverishly | was first at the club
that morning, aud snatched greedily at the
first newspaper. No news of the war
whatever.
FIRM BELIEVERS.
81 passed the day in more or less IN
quiet mood and talked over the " hole cir
cunstances with an old brother officer, Col.
w. He was as fully impressed with the
epparition as I wGs
1.-THE nsxt morning l was again q solitary
member or the club. and seized with avidity
the first paper that came to hand. This time
my anxiety was painfully set at rest. for my
eyes fell at once on the brief lines that told
OF the battle of Langs Neck, and on the
list OF killed, foremost among them all
being Poole. l noted the time shat the battle
WAS fought, calculated it with the hour at
which had seen the figure and found that
almost conceded. From this simple fact
-
appeared to me ii London Utmost at the
moment that the fatal bullet had done its
work In the TransvRal. First, as
to proof that poor Poole happened to
wear that particular uniform at the time
Of his death, and whether he wore beard
which / myself had never seen him wear
Seeond, whether he had met his death in
the manner indicated, namely, by a bullet
through the right lung, The first facts I
established beyond dispute about six months
afterward through an officer who was at
the battle of LanG's Neck and who had
been invalidsd home. he confirmed every
detail.
ADDITIONAL EVIDENCE.
The narrator adds that the second fact
was confirmed by an old brother officer
who went 80 the Transvaal with Poole and
who, in answer TO a question as to how
Poole was shot, replied: "Just here, ~
placing his hand over his right lung. The
Psyohical Research Society, in its invsstiga-
tion of the case, finds from the London
Gdzette that the battle as which Mai
Poole was killed began according 10 Gen.
Elley's dispatch at $50 I'm, Jan, 49, 1881 &.
The first account OF the battle appeared in
the Times, Telegraph and Daily Net0s OF
Saturday, Jan. 10, 1881, "no list of
casualties" The first announcements of
Mai. Poole's death was in a telegraph
and received by the secretary OF state
for war in London on Jan. 90. The
society concludes, from these facts and
from an examination of the persons with
whom the narrator talked Immediately
after his experience, that the epparitio1 ap-
peered 50 him about the time of Mai. Poole's
death and certainly before the news Of tn at