The Van Buren press., 1893-06-24
A GHOSTLY EPISODE.
Il Might Have Been Explained by
Helen and Her Lover.

old ancestral house, and all nearly or
remotely connected or related. And 1t
often happened that the conversation
took q turn to include those deceased
ancestors whose portraits hung on the
walls, and whose possessions were un-
der the same roof with themselves
sslt seems like sacrilcge," their host
sss was saying, as they sat in the twi-
light glimmer, between hearthliRht
and daylight, in the cld-fashioned draw
ing room, but Helen has about per-
suaded me to let her have her great
erandmother's wardrobe. l could
nevcr think myself Of disturbing those
things which my mother gave me as .
sacred bcquest. But Helen declares
that the time has come when those old
gowns can be worn without remodeling,
and fancy she would be rather proud
Ct them as heirlooms-"
II should be afraid the ghost OF the
owner would look over my shoulder.
remarked one OF the cousins present, in
IN awesome tone.
ssOh. IL 1t comes to that, we are all
ehosts,- said another one; 1--WE carry
our ghosts with us. But as the good
danes cannot, even as ghosts. wear
their old garments, why should we be
denied that privilege?'
II tell Helen she will only have the
clothes, not the air of one born TO them
Ny grandmother was belle and a
beauty. She had-well, there she is;
you can all see her and judge for your
selves;s and Mrs. King led the way
down the long room into the vista of
faint darkness to the portrait. A can
delabrum WAS lighted, and in t..at pale
glimmer they saw the beautiful face Of
3 girl Of nineteen. with the shoulders
and waist of an ideal figure. Her fair
checks and rosy lips, her naughty chm
with dimple set in it, her large, lus-
tnDus eyes, were framed in a mass OF
such cnrls Us were worn in that day.
They hung over her lovely shoulders
down to her sm9ll waist
"There," said Helen, In an eager
voice, sslook at that peach-colored silk
nounce TO the waist; see the puffed
sleeves and the capes-oh. isn't it de-
licious, just as they are wearing them
now, and it's upstairs in an old mahog-
any trunk. packed in camphorl Great
Rrandmamma wore it as a bride. And
those lace mitts and the dear little
handkerchief bag ON her arm, and the
medallion picture of great-grandpa
with his hair in = queue oh! it
would be too lovely! And l." she con-
eluded, with pardonablc pride, ''am
said TO resemble her"
ssYou do,n said her mother; "at least
we think you look like her picture, but
you need not imagine, you presumptu-
ous child. that you will ever be half SO
beautiful"
mot even in that dress?" queried
Helen, with an alluring smile.
II have not fully decided that you
shall wear that dress. have often
thought that there may be something
In the suggestion that people do re-
turn.
mot as entities?- suggested Helen's
aunt.
II do not know. All my traditions
teach me to respect that which l can
not understand. have often been
shocked by the unlsind haste with
which the living appropriate the pos
sessions of the dead. as il they were
eager to obtain the spoils"
1--WE brought nothing into this world
- began the aunt.
''Don't,r interrupted Helen; Il take
quite another view Of it. As my great
grandmother had her day, why should
she object to me having mine? She
does NOT need these gowns of hers in
her present condition. and should be
pleased 10 know that after lying In
state for 50 many years they are to bo
brought out by one of her descendants.
am quite willing to run the risk of in
curing her wrath, il you will let me
have the gowns added Helen, turning
70 her mother.
Mrs King shook her head. and the
subject was dropped.
But another one was evolved from it
later in the evening. when Helen and
her lover. Walter Harter, and a visiting
young couple disappeared to the library.
leaving their elders basking in the fire.
right, so grateful on the spring evening.
and telling to each other collection Of
ghost stories. such as people who don't
believe in ghosts can always tell better
than those who are more credulous.
There was Aunt Lavinda- from La
Porte, Ind, who told story current
in the family ever since the first part Of
the century, concerning her great-aunt,
whose son came home at night from a
Journey. entered her room. took off his
coat, which was wet. hung it over a
chair, wrung the water out of his hair.
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