The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-08-23
P. LINDSEY SEES A SPOOK.
a NoIsEFUL LIGHT THAT GLIMs
DER STATEN ISLAND LAWNS.

At the Marine Hospital Ho, Sober Waterman
Past tho Imagining Age. and ITS DOG. an
Animal 60 Trust. Sec sights and Hear
Sounds u " Not well 20 Held speech On.
II there are ghosts on Staten Island, the place
they would naturally haunt Is tho Marine Hos
pital grounds, between Stapleton and Clifton.
All tho requisites for ghosts. spooks, COLLINS,
and spcctros are there provided. There arc
winding paths for shoctod figures TO glide along;
wide stretches OF lawn whero, In the pale moon.
light, wraiths can float with space to spare;
lunches OF shrubbcry whore horrible phnntoms
might Turk. TO pop out suddenly upon the pnsser
by, and tall troos, from the black shadows OF
which Notwithstanding groans would Issue with
telling effect. Besides. what place more likely
to have an assortment Of homo made ghosts OF
its own than a hospital ! This is what the
Staten Islanders have been asking themselves
since Pat Lindsey held unwilling communion
with the spirits Of tho departed.
Pat ~ tho night wntchman Of the Marine Hos.
pitai. He 10 u decent, sober. hard.working,
trustworthy Irishman, and whenccsocver else
his visions may come. they do not como from
the neck OF n bottle. Some OF his friends In tho
village to whom no has told his adventures
have advised him to see a doctor. Others have
counselled him TO see q priest. still others have
told him that 1t is III traf1cking with bnnshoes
anu tua' no Woulu 90 well 70 resign before no
becomes the hero of n mysterious disappearance.
ia"n =. ~" ,o no viii ho'' NJ nus Oe e.n
powers Of darkness can drive him forth. Mean
timo his life contains more than o fair proper
tion of excitement.
Several weeks ago Pat had his first definite
Wow Of the uncanny. For some time untracea-
bic whisperings in hedge and bush, and footsteps
that passed and repassed. clear to the hearing.
~ 'oN'tus w rn'p''"' u" u uii'o"a!' u
harassed him. Then, one night, as the moon
lodged behind a cloud-there is always q lunar
nrsn,raor L. 49, r,ottora-,hn nth, ro,.h.
eon'pnaey III 20 II n,e"' "Vn
across tho lawn.
Ono OF them bicyclists." said Pat. II have
'O o. AND No th sang mo- ont sn Justly pa, to the h intruder, .oo
high for a bicycle lantern. II looked moro likes
disconnected lamp post out for a stroll. 1t is
everything in the grounds Is In It's proper place,
and If there was a lamp post wandering around
out why. He ran toward the light. 1t suddenly
scared on over hi, head, swoCpod around in a
half circle and disappeared with q faint noise.
hospitSl ho collected his thoughts and set them
TO work to explain tho mysterious light The
bes, theory he could evolve was that he had seen
factory. 1t became still less so, taken in connec-
ton with an event OF a few nights later.
Having gone the rounds OF the grounds. Lind
se5 started up the driveway, when close behind
him there was a chatter OF lying hoofs and tho
than time was given Tor the Waterman to leap
70 the side Of the road when there swept past
him q breath o. cold air; nothing else. Up he
rig. and. TO the strained ear OF the alarmed man.
1T seemed to stop at tho front entrance. He ran
sio sns t fn.T mann r Sna way a 'F'ena OF MS walking
II saw nothing pass" replied the man, but
1heard something going up the driveway. What
"God knows" said the watchman; "or the
devil"
switched onto another wire. when communica.
tions were opened With his dog Grip during, a
thunderstorm one night a week ago. Grip. who
tho doorway. 81. Up and began t9 brlstle end
sass Was s" COMING ia'e up The q w aH XIV tftS'e do oS% ssemoS
his owner WAS Just SO per cent. in sympathy
preaching was very near now. In fact. Within q
few yards OF the steps. Grip made a dash for.
fed Into a Corner, Where he covered. 4 dash OF
lightning liz up the place and showed a phan.
foaa SGS; VII Blae SsPss 'f fsI!, t PSy'"s Was s'G q long taS
drawn canine wall from the darkness, 70 which
Grip returned a tremuIous yep, ana the night
Waterman had another mystery TO consider.
What with horse, and dogs. he said TO the
head nurse. in recounting TINS adventure, /
think I'm being haunted by a stock farm"
Next in order were groans and cries from tho
shrubbery, which served TO keep Lindsey's ex;
istence from O too deadly monotony for several
nights. 1t was beginning 10 be noiscd abroad In
Staplcton that spooks had been seen ut the Ma
riue Hospital. and some OF Lindsey g acquajnt-
ances suggested TO him a solution more ingen-
ious than cheerful.
Its Tim Sullivan. the cook" said they,
Him as cut his throat ten years ago. Youll