The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-10-30


terrors, are supposed TO begin when
aged tongues are Ioosed by the
chimney corner. on frosty nights, when
the vail Of the wind rings round the
gables.
Philosophers today. as in the bleak
days of the ancient6 are not imnlacuI-
ate. and this is the story of a down
right and real spooh, who returned
from the mystery OF the great silence,
haurts the spell of a wizard.
a small cottage sits in a secluded
part of Eleventh East street. Vines
cling TO its peaceful walls, and when
Apollo flashes his last greeting from
the west the windows catch the
brightness of the sun-god and blink
eheerily into the street. Stin and
serene is the cottage by day, like the
rapturGus quiet of Hellenic woods.
where all the sound is the gentle piash-
ing OF the waters, when nymQhS
a-bathing so in hidden fountains.
a change appears there with the
coming OF the night. The place that
was filled with serene quietude by day,
suddenly becomes bleak and terrifying
when darkness enters with her steaIthy
tread and weird mysteries. Men who
pass there long after the sun has gone
down in the gloom hear the din of
strange and unearthly noises. Demoni-
cal shriehs ring out on the midnight
silence; a 5oGnd breaks into the still
ness as of claShing steel. held in the
hands of unseen comb9tants; heavy
and hurried footballs reverberate on
the untenanted floors; suddenly there
is a tunlmt Of voices, a harsh crash as
OF q great weight falling on a hard
surface, and then again silence reigns
as blank and pervading as before.
The black Yi5itant from Spookland
who makes these wild c0nmotionS and
transforms the peace of night into
hideous sounds has already driven two
families. terrorized. from the cottage.
Twice he has revealed himself with
his spectral face and dread habiM-
mentS Once a servant girl saw him
ard she fell in a eonyTIsion; a sturdy,
robust youth of 90 looked once upon
his face, and fleeing from his presence
in blanched terror, was found many
hours later in coal house, stiff with
the rSors Of an epileptic fit.
Early last January b. +. Marohn,
the tailor, took his family to the little
cottage, and made his home there. For
many days they remained peacefully.
but soon a creeping terror came upon
all the dWeller6 in the Eleventh street
house Frequently they heard unac-
eoUutable noises. One bitter January
night. Mr.. Marohn aWoke With
start, and the immense din as of
heavy weight falling upon the reef of
the house rang in his ears. The sound
had metallic ring, as if the fall were
upon sheets of tin. Quickly attiring
himself. Mir. Marofln went out, but saw
no living thing in the crisp clear
chillness of the January night.
Many days the family lived on in
the cottage, with the creeping fear
clutching tighter round their hearts
once on a serene evening, they We're ell
seated on the long porch. Suddenly
there was a tumuE of sounds, the
rattle of chinaware and metallic
utensils, the crash as of furniture be
ing broken, The DIN came from the
kitchen. whittier Mr.. Mar0hn and his
wife ran in excitement Every thing
was as serene and unmoVed as when
they left the room, only a few minutes
before.
In those days of haunting terror Mr.
Marofn slept uneaSily. A heavy
weapon was always at his bedside.
Steps sounded in the stiffness one night
after they had retired. Some one
walked leisurely up the stairway which
leads 10 the porch and struck a loud,
quick summons upon the door. Mr..
Marohns weapon was in his hand as
ne stepped forth to meet the intruder.
but when the door was opened only
the blaekness of dense night CON
fronted him,
MIR Marohn and his family left the
cottage suddenly soon after that The
spook had triumphad and the cottage
WAS again his own. \ few weeks later
Mrs. O'Neii and her family took up
their habftation there. Mrs. O'Niel was
a brave woman. She heard harsh,
weird sounds at ghostly hours, but it
WAS only The playing Of rats in the