Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-08-11

that. Go on and tel me another"
Did you ever hear of Bishop Wiiber-
forces ghost?" she querled.
Never" said |.
1T was the ghost of priest" she ex-
planned. "One day friend of the
bishop went to his house and was
shown into the library. When the door
was closed upon him, he saw standing
/ before the bookshelyes priest. lie
thought it strange that he had been
left there without an introduction; but,
picking up a magazine he read until
the servant reappearing, announced
lunch. The priest still stood before
the bookshelves, taking down book
after book, searching among its leaves
and putting it back. But not a word
was said to him about lunch. Follow
ing the servant into the dining room,
There is a priest in the library he
said. Aren't you going to ask him to
lunch? He stood dumfounded at the
they exclaimed Then. turning white
faces the one to the other, The priest
again!' they whispered. The priest,
1T seems that years before priest
who had been in the habit of reading
in their library had written something
immoral on a slip of paper and put it
there in a book. Then he had died In
Durgatory this. whatever it was he had
written, tormented him. His soul could
not rest till he had found and destroy
ed it. So back he came from time to
time and stood at the bookshelves,
searching, searching
'This." 1 averred gives me delicious
ly creepy feeling all up and down my
spinal column. but if all the writer's who
have written immoral things should come
back to find them the libraries would be
filled chock full of spirits. searching,
searching"
True enough, but l was going to tell
you about the Man in the Chair. That is
the story | started out to tell you"
They had left US alone in the dining
room. The old lamp shed duller glow
than usual. 1t left dark corners.
Wait a minute l implored Let me
turn It un."
Reaching across. turned it up, sat
back again and prepared for delicious
shivers
4 wouldn't believe the story of the Man
in the Chair she commenced, except
that | had Il directly from an intimate
friend who saw the picture"
Then you didn't see the picture?"
NO. but as I say, this friend did. And
l would believe her the same as | would
my own eyes. She is absolutely incapable
of falsehood. l can assure you.'
Remarkable woman, Well?"
We'll, it was a friend of hers who took
the pictures. You see, for years her peo-
pie had owned the manor house where
they lived. which had prior to that been
owned and very dearly loved by an Of
ficer in the army who was somewhere in
the East Indies-I don't remember exactly
where. At any rate he was an old Off
Ger and distinguished, who had charge of
a regiment more or less celebrated, though
| have forgotten for what and its name"
| waited patiently while she tried to re-
member The principal things about this
story it seemed to me, were the things
she had forgotten.
'Tney We're obliged for some reason to
sell the house
You hardly ever sell a house except for
one reason" l helped her.
And what's that" sharply.
Because you are short of funds"
had a house sold once. | knew.
We'll. anyway they sold the house.
1t was a fine old house, Like the officer,
they had grown up to love it. She went
around to each room-to the library the
dining rom, the drawing room. the bed
rooms. She took pictures of every nook