Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1913-01-10
MISS MYRTLE'S STORY
BY FLORA DELL.

eS, nave ndd one strange eApe-
rience," Miss Myrtle smiled reminis-
Gently, as the girls pleaded for a story.
"Myra, a school chum of mine, wrote
for me to visit her at her hotel home
In the west, and tired with my social
duties, ] accepted On the journey
pictured her in the ordinary country
town hotel: antique accommodations,
fat, bald-headed proprietor, cold baths
from a water pitcher and sundry 9th
er unpleasant features.
Imagine my amazement on my ar
rival. after Myra's cordial reception
at being received in an exchange al
most luxurious in appointment, sup
plemented BY the most up-to-date
sleeping apartments, private baths
push buttons and all modern convent
ences | retired early the first night
In order to secure a long rest, and be
prepared for the pleasure Of the next
day l drew long sigh of comfort
as / nestled down between the cool
clean sheets and prepared for night
of sound sleep think had just lost
consciousness when l awoke with the
sensation that some one was in the
room l was not naturally nervous,
but the feeling that now had me In
its grip was one OF distinct fear When
fairly awake l bounded out of bed.
snapped on the electric light and made
hurried survey Of the room. With
the full return to consciousness l be-
came aware of a soft sound, like deep,
regular breathing, a strange, elusive
sound, seeming at one minute behind
me and the next to come from the
center of the room. Completely baf-
fed in my efforts to locate 1t, l began
to think | was the victim of some prac-
teal joke, or else suffering from
an unusual attack of Indigestion. De-
Gliding that the latter was not prob
able, l went back to bed, determined
to finish my rest; but even with an
effort to drown the sound by burying
my head in the sheets, | could still
hear the regular movements. some
times low and soft, and again seeming
ly labored and right over the bed, as
my fevered imagination clothed 1t In
various impossible shapes.
Il cannot tell how long l lay nerv-
ously wakeful, when | suddenly saw
a soft ray of light on the window
frame, and the sweet twitter of bird
on a tree outside my window ap-
praised me of the approach of dawn,
and with other welcome indications OF
approaching morning l lost the sound
and my fear of 1t and drifted into a
heavy sleep.
THE next day decided to say
nothing abo1t my experience, as 1t |
might bring ridicule upon me, and l |
passed pleasant day with the deci- |
sion firmly rooted of banishing the |
whole affair from my mind I retired
after jolly evening, ready to laugh
at my experience of the previous
night
Whether the subject refused to be
dismissed and my mind dwelt I'M
upon it in my slumbers,
do not know, but about midnight
found myself once more sitting up
right in the bed, clutching the bed
clothing tightly and listening to the
same deep, regular breathing of the
night before.
Once more I brought the electric
light into play; once more made a
determined detour of the room, when
it my Imagination, or
lad the breathing really assumed
different tone? 1t seemed to be COM
ng in gasps-like the last labored
breath of life-it seemed close at my
pack l made one leap toward the
loor-the gasping sounded in my ears
With a spasmodic grip l turned the
handle and slipped into the wide hall.
dyra's room was down the corridor,
md | flew toward It, but had gone but
short distance when hand gripped
ny shoulder, and l fell in an IN
conscious heap-at Myra's feet
when l came to | was on her bed ,
nd she was bathing my face with a
lotion. | remember MUIR
nuring, What was it?' and then l ,
ank. partly from exhaustion, partly ,
rom a sweet sense of security, into ;
sound sleep. from which 1 did not
waken until morning"
Miss Myrtle ceased speaking, and s
or a few moments there was an in :
ense silence At last the girls asked r
, chorus: Aren't you going to tell +
S what it was?" r
oh, said Miss Myrtle, and little 3
mile crinkled the corners Of her +
iouth, and an amused twinkle shone Z
! her brown eyes. There was another
hort silence, and then she said: |,
Have you ever heard of a water r
lotorr" She laughed softly. II never
ad then, but l decided that even II .
had been brought up In a city, b
iere were a few things yet to be
armed"