The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-10-29
BRYN MAWR GHOST TALES.
CREEPY STORIES THAT GIRL STU
DENTS TELL ONE ANOTHER.
Haunted House of the Tory Miller Who Was
HanRed-The Mysterious Red Eye-A
Commonplace Gray Lady The Most

Haunted House OF the Tory milier VINO was
HanRed-The Mysterious Red Eye-A
Commonplace Gray Lady The Most
Dreadful Story fan Saved TIL Midnight.
"Bryn Mawr has many ghost stories" said
the Graduate Student Il have often wondered
that the folk-l people have overlooked us 50
long. They could trace here, compressed into
short space, all the steps 81 oral tradition. Each
class that enters the college corresponds to IL
generation in the outside world By word OF
mouth each class passes on to its successor n
great body OF tradition. There are many rules
OF college life that have never been written out
and hundreds OF college customs that are abso-
utcy sacred and yet depend for their life on oral
repetition alone Some things lost and
are improved in course Of transmission. Then
there are our sagas about certain professors and
our hero stories about past students. But
ghost stories are the most surprising Of all for
a nineteenth century college, not yet out Of its
teens"
The friend Of the Graduate Student walked
10 sudden interest at this crafty return 10 the
subject Of ghost stories. She begged for those
that were evidently being held back and was
rewardedlby an invitation to walk to the haunted
house II was a sunshiny October day and
their path led first through the private grounds
at the back of the college. The slipping sides
Of considerable hill were covered with woods,
al aglow at this time with varying shades OF
yellow and brown There was a sense Of warm
ripeness everywhere Some leaves had already
fallen and rustled under foot The sunlight
filtered through the sCanty foliage, and now and
then at the right or the left rested in blaze Of
crimson and dark red on the low dogwood trees
Suddenly the narrow wood road they were
following opened into n cleared space There
in the centre was a little cemetery shut in by
stone wall and almost free from trees At one
end the graves were arranged in an orderly way
and marked by marble head stones In the centre
were few other graves overgrown with myrtle
In their dark, glossy green the occasional
forest leaf glowed with the richness Of jewel
And then at the other end OF the enclosure came
huddled closely number Of graves marked only
by rough field stones set at head and foot
"The Harriton family cemetery" said the Grad
uate Student. briefly, as she stood ON the stone
stile that gave entrance 10 it Family at one
end, slaves at the other"
"Iias it any story" asked the friend
That is the oldest thing about it," replied
the Graduate Student. 1T is the most beautiful
and impressive graveyard that have ever seen
There Is something reverential in the way these
Gees draw back There is the stiffness and lone.
liness OF the forest There is everything TO touch
the imagination, and yet we haven't u single
From the cemetery the ruad led steeply down
the hill and out to the edge of the near pond From
there, keeping 10 the public road they skirted
the pond and then past the golf grounds Of the
Merton Cricket Club up hill and down hill until
they came suddenly to brawlng stream that
from the Far Pond. Here the road ended
There had once been a crazy footbridge across
the stream, but spring freshct had swept it
away and nothing but stepping stones were left
At the edge OF the stream rose Of the deserted
stone houses so common now in Pennsylvania
Built before the Revolution, il had been meant
to stand for many years longer, and So the walls
wcrc still firm, although the roof had fallen in
and the floor timbers rOtcd away. The cedar
trees. which are as characteristics Of the Penn
sylvania farm house rs the sugar naples are of
the New England farms, had grown to a great
height. A second ruined house stood beyond
and maple of respectable girth having sprung
up within II, was already pushing its limbs over
the walls. Decayng vegetation was every
where The only modern note was a tail red
factory chimney rising intact outside the ruins
II was useless. yet in perfect preservation and
manIfcsy more recent than the buildings near nv
Tho haunted house" exclaimed the friend
Not at all" replied the Graduate Student "Only
the Dove Mills No one knows WHY ,hcv
were unsuccessful nor why they were abandoned
have questioned the people in the village and they
either cannot or will not tell me anything more
then somehow they amt lucky Ten years
from now, however think We shall have some
kind Of story if only from confession with the
real haunted house. for which this is sometimes
mistaken"
a foo,path hardly raCeabc led on by the edge
of the stream. The Graduate Student STONED
for moment TO point out the tumblc-down sprinp-
house, sheternG under oak tree
he
the country are more pathetic than the houses
themselves. All around this one in spring Won
will find mass Of white volcts the kind with
stems, not the swamp kind. They grow at Valley
Forge and no where else around here, SO far ss l
know" she said.
few moments more brought the girls out
abruptly at the edge of DAM over which the
stream made considerable fall. On the opposite
bank were the crumbling ruins Of Il large stone
mill.
Notice that mill" said the Graduate Student.
We'll come back TO it presently"
They made hurried circuit, with the stream
far below at their left and still deep canal AZ
their right. Tho lofty retaining wall showed
that the half deserted village must once have been
ich and ambitious. 1t gave greater emphasis
TO the present silence. They walked along on a
level with the roofs Of Glenwood below them
made sudden turn around the gable of one of
them and came down on the road Crossing
they turned back in the direction from which they
had come. On both sides OF them were old stone
houses dating back for the most part TO the times
before the Revolution. One in fact bore on its
plasered gable the date 1890 Perhaps half
the houses were deserted and over the rest hung
the silence OF a great dread Now and then a
face was seen at window. peering out with a
furtve glance. There were no cats or dogs OF
children Suddenly. too, they noticed that the
sun was behind the cloud and the light was duh
The Graduate Student shivered. at is n curl.
GUS fact" she said. that the sun is always behind
n cloud when come here. The first time there
terrible thunder storm and We took shelter
on the porch; but we got nervous after u while
that we preferred to walk home in the rain rather
than stay longer. | have been caught in the
rain several times coming here"
BY this time they had reached the house in
question, two-story stone house, approached
by steps and narrow path leading under great
cedar trees piazza supported by rough green
posts ran across the front and one side and on
the gable above the ont in gtnn 4