The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-01-21
Huessp' BY a GHOST.
Mrs. stanton's Story Of a Startling
Personal Exuerieuce,

Mrs. stanfOn's story OF STARTLING
Personal Experience.
While under the direction Of the lyceum
bureau during. the decade of 1870.S0 I
travelled eight months In the year from
October to June, mostly In tho western
statss, speaking nearly every night. Ii
was my custom In the large cities always
10 stay at the same hotel, that the land
lord and clerks might know me and I
might be received at any hour of the
night. II possible, l always secured a room
on the secord floor with balcony, for
safety In case Of fire.
Ono night arrived rather late at In
dianapolis, having previously tulegraphed.
The hotel was crowded, as there was
some unusual public gathering, just what
l do not remember. On meeting INC In
the parlors my kind but distracted host
said: Mrs. Stanton, have not room in
the house for you. am sorry, but you
will be obliged to 60 to some other hotel"
"That," replied, II cannot do. You
must give me bed In the psrlor II you
have no other place" ~ ell" said the
g., host, laughing, "l'll see what can do"
So while was taking supper he surveyed
the ground and at last returned to tell me
he had small room OH the third floor,
but with no balcony. II would accept
that, he would have ID prepared for me-
"Well," replied, "since can do no bet
ter must accept that" In due time he
announced that all was ready.
1 found pleasant little room, lighted
with gas, o bright fire In the CRATE, every
thing looking fresh, clean and attractive.
NJ 7 ki.no In, rvo{v,
to bed. As usual left the gas burning
and looked under the bed and in the closet
to see that neither men nor cats were any
where concealed. / was soon sound
asleep, when suddenly found myself In
the strong grasp Of a powerful man. At
the same instant cry Of despair rent the
air, an agonizlng voice shrieked: "Oh,
save me- mother! Save mel" Terribly
frightened, sprang from the bed in hor
ror. But all was still. searched the
room in vain. No one was there, the gas
was still burning, the door locked, every"
thing MS left it on going to sleep. So
concluded the terrible experience l had
just had must have been q nightmare, and
as l was thoroughly tired by my long
journey Of the previous day my excite
Ment was soon overcome and fell asleep
again. Snly a few moments had elapsed,
however, when again felt the clutches
of those desperate arms and my ears were
filled with tho sound of that piercing
shrek: "Oh, save me- motheri Save mel"
Again shook of the horror and, fully.
awake, convinced myself that was alone
and that no one had entered my room.
Gradually grew calm, and then, from
sheer exhaustion, slept once more. My
rest was as brief as before, for in an in
slant, 1t seemed, tho grip was around me,
and the voice tore at my very heartstrings;
"Oh, save ME, mother! Save ner'
1t is useless to rehearse the continued
torture of that night Suffice 1t to say
that with the dawn only 1t ceased.
When the maid came to make the fire
she said, "How did you sleep, madam"
I replied, II have had night Of intense
suffering" "Oh," cried she, bursting in
to tears, II told them not to put you in
this room. A man died here yesterday
with delirium tremens. His cries could
be heard over the whole house. For days
his constant appeal was: "Oh, save me,
mother! Save mel"
This startling corroboration of my re-
cent Impressions quite unneryed me. I
begged the maid to remain until could
leave the room whose walls had witnessed
and were still repeating the despairing ap-
peal of that distracted soul. never think
Of that night in indianapolis without q
shudder. = Elizabeth Cady Stanton in
.JournaIist