The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-11-22
MARsHFIELD's HAUNTED HOUSE.


| The Townspeople Have Firm Belief in
Weird Story.
| The haunted house at Marshfield has
attracted attention for almost two CEN
| turtles. The story is a weird one, but
Marshfield people say that it is true
| particularly the older residents. Young
people to-day do not take overmuch
! stock in ghosts. In fear and trembling
generations past have gone by this de-
serted dwelling. It has not been occu-
pied for years, but was recently pur-
chased by DR.. Herverd Lindley, Bal
timore physician, and next spring it
will be transformed into one of the
finest dwellings, in Marshfeld. Heroic
Dr. Lindley! He knows no ghosts.
Two hundred rough New England
winters have touched with icy fingers
it's two rude-shingled stories, have car
ried away its old time blinds, and ru-
ined the proud front doorway built in
the days of the long ago. None but
daring schoolboys, plodding home at
noontime or at nightfall from the little
knowledge-box on the hill, have dared
venture in for years And, in truth, it
is rather hard to get inside the man.
sion any way, for the lower windows
are shattered with time-stained boards,
and there is but a single opening
through one of these that allows even
the schoolboys access.
1t is said-tradition tells the story
that the house was built i'll the early
days of the seventeenth century by a
poor man whose life in after years
brought him into ill-repute with 1.-THE
powers as were" in Plymouth town,
not many miles away. The owner was
taken prisoner and put in the JAIL but
was later allowed his freedom upon his
promise that he would leave the coun-
try.
AS the tale runs he went away to the
provinces to make a fortune. He was
successful beyond his own anNcipa
tons and in a few years accumulated
something like eighty thousand dollars.
A deep-seated longing seized him to see
once more the old home on the low
lying land at Marshfield He chartered
a baby schooner. and set sail from q
provincial town for the coast of Mas
sachusetts and landed on Scituate,
about six miles from the present town.
The spot wherein he first set returning
foot is now known as Humarock beach,
and on that night, being unable to
cross North river he camped on the
sandy shore. During the night the
party was awakened by a peculiar
sound Upon investigation it was
found that the noise was occasioned by
the rolling of pebbles in the nervous
tide. They named the place Humming
rock, and it was subsequently called
Humarock, and as such the beach is
known to-day.
Well, the party went inland next
day, sleeping safe, as they supposed,
from prying eyes, and the following
evening, as darkness shut down, con-
veyed their treasure to the one time
home of the expatriated owner
Scarcely had the gold been hidden in
closet ere the entire party was muir
dered by spying enemies. The wealth
was stolen-and that's the ghost story
Older residents of Marshfield could
tell, If they would, of the appearance
and temperance at the upper window
of these victims and of the criminal
himself, all blood-stained and driveling.
On moonlight nights-so the legend
goes--the ghosts keep guard on the
lawn, warding off lnquisitive visitors
and causing every one to give the man
sion wide and careful berth.-Boston