The National tribune., 1895-10-31

table, the young man went in alone, and
then, shutting the door to, we all remained
outside.
I'VE were all, in spite Of any skepticism
we might feel, very much interested, and
there was perfect silence as we waited to
see what was going to happen. Presently
the Spaniard, who was at the door with US,
began to chant, in slow, melancholy tone,
the following words:
with a creaking noise, the coffin bursts Its lid.
The grave is open too. The specier cries:
THE grave is open the grave is openI"
A crcakng noise Is heard, Is heard;
The coffin-lid is burst a-under:
A phantom rises from its prison-house
And steps out on the cold, wet grass
"There was dead silence for a minute, and
then the Spaniard said, in a loud, solemn
voice: You wish to see your friend, Francois
Vialat, who was drowned three years ago!
What do you see now?'
60 can see white, misty light near the
window answered the student; it has no
form, though, and looks more like cloud
than anything else
"We were all stupefed with astonishment
60 Has it alarmed you?' asked the Span
lard.
"'No not at ALL replied the student, with
out shade of fear or hesitation in his voice
I'VE were holding our breath with excite
ment. The Spaniard then stamped on the
ground three times, and after another min
| utes silence began to chant again, this time
more solemnly and slower than before /:
The white phantom moves. the white phantom
| And shakes the damp from his hair,
| And shakes the damp from his clinging shroud-'
"Once more there was silence, and then
the Spaniard in a still more solemn voice,
| asked:
"tYou, who have thus wished to know
the mysteries of the tomb. what do you see? p
I'VE all listened anxiously for the students
answer. He spoke very deliberately, and it
was evident that he was describing what was
just taking place, phase after phase.
"sThe vapor is rising and getting longer
and longer-it has now taken the form of a
phantom-there is vail over the phantom's
| FACET is standing there quite still. just In
the place where it rose from the ground.
Are you afraid Of it asked the Span
lard, in sarcastic tone.
"The Young mans voice was quite firm as
| he replied calmly:
| "No; am not afraid of it,
| "We scarcely dared move-all of us-and
we gazed in breathless amazement at the
| Spaniard. He was now waving his hands
over his head in the most frantic manner,
and afterward he called some strange, weird
| sounding name three times, ana nnl>heu ny
| chanting, in O much louder voice than be-
| fore:
| THE panthou, said, as he rose from his grave:
| 81 will appear before my friend.
And he will know me, he Will know me;
He will recognize his frend."'
"There was silence again, and the Spaniard
| asked once more:
| What do you see nowP
| "sThe phantom is moving-coming nearer
! -ha hos fled his vail. 1t is FRANCOIS
| Vialat-nearer and nearer he comes-he is
at the table-he is writing something-he
| has written his name -
"'Are you afraid yet?' asked the Span
| lard, and there was an expression of anger in
| his voice. Another terrible silence, and then
the student replied, in a voice which this
| time was just as loud but scarcely as firm as
| before:
:sNo; am not at all afraid