The Butte inter mountain., 1901-08-20

tired from work and moving that 1 went
right to sleep. About o'clock 1 heard
the front door, which had locked my
self, open and heavy steps were heard
ascending the stairs. had my six
shooter by my bed and l got up and
went out to look but could see nothing.
I thought it might be the children, hit
ting the floor with their feet, so 1 went
in and laid on the mattress with them.
Immediately heard the steps again;
they came on up stairs, and went into
the vacant room. I listened and heard
them moving around. Then they turned
and came into my room, right straight
up to my bed. I raised up in bed, my
gun in hand and demanded: What do
you want? OF course there was no an
swer. but the steps immediately re-
ceded, passing heavily down stairs, and
going out the door was slammed. My
wife wakened and asked me who was
there. I told her no one. but went down
stairs at once and there the door was
locked fast. Was I frightened? No.
had been through just about such an
experience eighteen years ago and was
not afraid.
A Daylight spook.
THE next night everything was quiet.
AAcA AOI ScNcIaI nights tucFc was eX.
actly the same performance. Then in
the daytime steps would be heard up
stairs, walking around heavily. My wife
at first went up to see who it was, of
course finding nothing. There is no way
to get up stairs only the front stairs
up which she had to go. can't ex-
plain it but I shall not move unless
something worse happens. l have the
last day or two, been tnquiring of the
neighbOrs and people who usesd to live
here and their experience Is the same
as mine, only with more to it. No. am
not going to tell you. You see them
and let them tell you. 1 wish you would,
Mr.. Slemons. for I don't want you to
take my word for all this
According to his advice a bee line was
made for Mrs. Thomas. who now lives
at 81 Broadway alley. She had with her
two pretty young girls, her daughters.
All three told substantially the same
story and said that Mr.. McFadden
would see more before he got through
said:
Weird Evidence.
"In addition to the steps and slam
ming of doors, after we had been there
some time we used to hear at 5 O'Clock
every morning nearly, little baby cry
ing in agony. We went to work and
looked every inch of that house over, and
followed many times the voice to the
cellar. There it was always SO strong
we knew it came from there. l don't
believe in spirits but I made up my
mind child had been buried in that
cellar. Perhaps murdered baby. So
I had the cellar dug up. the floor, and
the sides. But we found nothing. Still
the pitiful wailing continued. My little
children became so afraid Of the steps.
when they could see no one and of all
the rest of it that had to move all the
beds down stairs and we all slept to-
gether down stairs. My older girls and
my son, John Kitto. who is also miner
were not at all afraid until''-here she
hesitated but when pressed to tell all
she knew, prefaced it by stating that
she herself did not believe in it:
The Ghost Walked.
'sMy son came off shift one night and
he, being as usual very tired, went to
sleep. The next morning he was as
white as a sheet, in fact it was weeks
before he got over being pale and hag-
gard. When asked him what was the
matter he told me that at last he had
seen the mysterious walker face to face,
and that he did not care to repeat the
experience. I went to bed, and as
usual went right to Sleep he told me-
All at once, something woke me up.
1t was not the steps or the crying for
I had become so used to them I was
never awakened by them. It was
something which wakened me out OF
that heavy sleep with a start.
opened my eyes and there, right by my
bed, stood man. I realized it was not
flesh and blood, but the man who was
always walking about. He looked right
into my eyes and I could not stir. He
had on a white shirt and black pants,
no coat or vest. I do not know how
long he stood there but when he took
his eyes off my face it seemed to re-
move the spell and I sat up and made
a. grab for him. When took hold of