Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-06-10
Have YOU ever seen one?"

are out OF order with over anxiety Consult
doctor at once"
Piled, doggedly. 81 an in perfect health and
thoroughly in earnest. Why, you admit your
self that You heard the CRY.
Il heard dog bowling, Miss Mcguire. How
can you be SO superstitious This is the nine.
teenth century. Ghosts went out when ca,
came in" ~ h"'
took no end of trouble to convince TIM,
girl promised to lend her copy of Aber
crom6ie intellectual Powers. where she would
find that ghosts are all humbug. / narrated
several instances which had come under my
notice OF supposititious specters which had beer
thoroughly explained away. logical person
would have been convinced by INV Argument.
But she was woman, and therefore not logical
All my talk was on this account SO much waste
of breath.
every old woman in ireland knows tbs
Mcguire Banshee, she said triumphantly. $50,
generations the death of one of our family ha,
been predicted by its wailing. Ny father was
killed In the hunting field, and heard 1t INV.
self crying around the house on the previous
night. When my mother died the Banshee
| walled three times, and"
Il don't believe n word Of IT," interrupted
emphatically, mot one word. The Celtic ma.
ture Is excitable and prone to superstition.
The bowling of a dog. the whistling of the
wind, the shrieking OF hinge would account
Tor your Banshee. am man of sense. Miss
Mcguire; laugh at the idea Of such folly.
Nothing would convince me of the existence Of
At that moment swear felt q cold breath
blowing against nv cheek. The afternoon was
warm and sunny with little or no wind, but for
the moment the unexpected chill struck me
! dumb.
What is the matter. Mr. Durham?' asked
Nora, alarmed at the expression of my face,
| ''are you ill?"
III. nor l replied nervously. "but really
you know ma: ha! believe your are injecting
me with your superstition. I felt cold breath
on my face"
cts"
NOW don't say the Banshee. Miss Mcguire
because l can't and won't believe such non,
| sense. My liver isprobably out of order. and
our conversation about specters is apt to tell on
the nerves. Let us talk Of other things. Your
family, for instance.'
There is not much TO talk about there. said
Nora smiling at what she evidently considered
weak explanation. my family at one time
were rlch and numerous. Now we are the only
we arer'
Your estatesr'
Were all sold long ago. NY father ran
through all that remained of the property. and
when he was killed we had nothing but tum-
6ied down castle and a few acres of barren bog.
we sold this and with the money came ont to
SYDNEY. There through the influence of an old
friend Michael obtained good government APP
pointment. Then his health gave way and we
were advised to come on here
And what do you intend to do when YOU 60
oaek. asked. revolving several philanthropic
schemes in my mind.
Il don't knowi 1t is questionable il we do 90
back feel certain that Michael will die here.
and then shall be left alone here with but a
few shilings'
Tut! tut! you must not talk like this. said
L, blowing my rose to conceal some natural
emotion evoked by her story. 1.-The colonial
heart Is kind. the colonial hand is open. As to
your brother. Hope for the best"
ME-. Durham said the girl solemnly,
twice have heard the Banshee cry-the third
time will be FATAL
1t was no use arguing against such OBJ
stinacy, so held my tongue, merely remark
ing That hoped the Banshee wouldn't wall.
linen as 1t was growing chilly Nora took her
brother inside and left me to my own refec- |
nous they were anything hut pleasant, for |
felt certain that this foolish belief in the |
Banshee would aid in killing Michael "a surely
as would his disease
10 mink ofsuch superstition being prevalent |
nowadays. Here a well-educated vounp
iady living among sensible people, vet she |
oeiieved In such rubbish as ghosts. 1t has |
peen proved over and over again that there are /
no such things. heavy meal. a tired BODY. a |
Iancifui mind and 10 a ghost is created. |
Dyspepsia and hallucination are the parents of
all COLLINS, which exist but in the Imagination
OF their victims. People who see ghosts should
wrte novels and thus work of their supertuous
imagination. No wonder We need school boards.
Wnen sensible men can tolerate such humbug.
Logic and arithmetic will cure such morbidity.
NO student of the exact sciences ever saw A
ghost
The breath Of cold air. Well, / own that
puzzled me. but it might be ascribed to THE
nerves. The cause am convinced was internal
not external 1t was n still. SUNNY dav. vet
felt sensation Of cold air on nv left cheek.
nerves or liver! only. l am inclined to put IL
down to the latter. knowing how suffer from
that organ. A liver will make man believe
anything. Perhaps my ghos;ly interview was
the result of a disordered liver. but no
Bridget was too convincing. You can't explain
away actualities. and though Bridget wasn't ex-
nctly an actuality, certainly can't explain her
away.
After that eminen:ly unsatisfactory CONVEX
Fauon with Miss Mcguire took sharp walk to
talk does engender cobwebs in a mans brain
ana II You leave them there nobody knows what
VIII happen-but / think Colney Hatch has A
BOD deal to do with the future. Not caring to
.emd In that direction l walked those ghostly
! nents out OF my memory and sat on a hill
Top aamlring the scenery. The sun was setting
ana the white peaks we're very rosy with his
light. 1t was very beautiful. but very chilly.
20 not anxious TO trouble nv lungs with in.
returned to the hotel and dinner.
After the meal went up to my room to put
On warmer clothes. and there took place that
'emarkable Visitation Of which l speak. The
bed room was quito dark when entered. and
n place OF lighting the candle stood at the
window staring at the wonderful white world
Without A stream of moonbeams Law across
he hoor. and beyond the distant peak flashed ;
he moon herself. glimmering like ghost The ]
comparison put me in mind Of Nora's absurd
banshee story, and the memory made me ,
auSh. To my surprise the laugh was re- /.
'eated IN thin starved echo turned round =
t the sound and saw woman standing near i.
he door. am modest young man and the ,
intrusion annoyed me-
Madame. l said in dignifed tone. s.you !
er?" a
by the kayholer'
Heavens what voice. 1t was as thin as .
thistle. And then she alluded to an entrance
y the keyhole. began to feel alarmed and
aSsed my hand across my eyes to vanish the Z
D
Liver" said I. seeing the figure still there. :
"OIvil hit." retorted the lady. who 7
eemed cloudy sort OF person. i'm the '
laguire Banshec"
don't like practical jokes, and thinking
ora was playing one on me yentured To re- u
Before could saw a word the TO- q
re Slided or rather fioated into the stream of /.
ioonllSht which lay across the door. Then I =
iw 1t was no joke-it was no hyer-it was a u
host
merciful badness prevented my hair stand
,g on end. but my flesh creeped. and / shook .
3 though had the acue Thia ,,,.,nt,o,, - a