The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-16
How "A Lot of Trouble Came From
Identity of Names.
From the washington Star.

From the Washington Star.
II am not a believer in the supernatu-
raj, and 1 am certainly not a theosoph-
ist," asserted a bright. clipper old lady
as she turned from the postohice window
after an interview with the powers" in
which she was endeavoring to establish
her identity, "and neither do 1 believe
in the 'fates' or evil stars or anything of
that kind, but 1 am haunted or hoodooed.
whichever you may desire to call it, by
dead woman. 1 never knew her in my
life, never knew that she had lived in
fact, until she had given up the strug-
gles 1t was the day she died and the
notice was put in the papers that my
liant began business. This lady lived on
the same street with me, about IA blocks
distant so l have learned since, and we
moved to another street on the same day
that this estimable woman departed for
the silent land.
''The next day my daughter got two
letters of coincidence on her sad bereave-
ment. OF course, we didn't know what
to make of it. That evening a lady called
to leave her card. Our maid, knowing
the lady quite we'll, said Mrs. NJ, my
daughter was receiving. and in a sur
prised but subdued maner she walked
into my daughters presence and, being
DeFeaNe0
herself, burst into a passion of sympa-
thetic tears. My daughter naturally asked
an explanation, and, though it was a
sorry joke, we all had a merry laugh
over it.
The lady who died was my own age,
bore my own initials and name and was
born in the town where 1 had spent most
of my life. The publication of her death
notice having been seen by friends led
them to think that L had parted this
life. The next day cards rained in on
us. and five more letters. The next week
the mail of the dead woman began to
come to me. Letters, papers, magazines
they all found their way to our house,
because the lady, who had lived alone
had no friends to look after her affairs,
L presume, and the house was shut up
and the city directory gave my address,
but not hers.
81 wouldn't have minded them so much,
but there also came duns and circulars,
bills for literature and newspapers. Final
ly we got worried. We could not tell I'M
til the letters were opened whether they
were for me or for the dead woman. So
often I sent back opened letters marked
opened by mistake that 1 began to fear
the law. Then casual acquaintances of
the dead woman began to call on me,
having seen my name in the society notes,
to congratulate me on not being dead!
thought wasn't dead was dead, while I
was alive. Then we moved again. and peo-
pie who used to be our best friends be-
gan to drop me from their invitation
list, having got the vague impression thar
1 was dead which few speaking ac-
quaintances confirmed by asserting that
my name was on a handsome monument
in lakewood. 1t certainly was, for they
had seen it,
THE worst of it was, they had seen
my name, but l was not there; that is
if it is 1 who lie under the stone, my
astral body is pretty lively, don't you
think so? At last 1 got rid of the name
sake's letters and papers, but mine also
were missing from the time we moved
to out present address. My daughters
mail came all right, but mine suddenly
stopped. / came up to-day to investi-
gate, and find that my namesake now ap-
pears in the directory as dead while I
do not appear at all for some inscrutabie
reason, so that the spectral mail Cor
warded by our other postman to our new
address has fallen into the hands of one
who knew the liant and of her death,
and who had been sending the mail back
to the writers, or to the dead-letter office
much TO my distress Of mind. / am now
trying to establish my identity. Really
it is almost uncanny, and my nerves are
actually suffering from the persistent
manner in which the dead woman's per-
sonality pursues me-"