The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-12-10

w in certain rural districts south Of the
MasonLDixon line?
Is some weird spectre actually proving
through the mysterious night hours leaving be
hind evidences of uncanny visitation, or Is
the Ku klux Klan merely playing another Of its
fantastic pranks upon these communities? What
ever the answer, the people in remote parts OF
Kentucky, Indiana and Mississippi find them
eAIves frozen in grip Of terror. They cannot
explain the weird phenomena going on about
them, but from recent happenings hosts of people
who never before thought seriously Of the pres
ence of spirits, are convinced that there is some
means of communication between the astral plans
and earth.
Prominent among recent evidence is the
cannv experience Of Mrs Craven Aubry of East
view, Harden County, Kentucky. One night, when
the pale September illumined the blue fields
of Kentucky, Mrs. Auory peered from the win
dow Of her living room. Save for fierce wind
which howled and tapped the crumbling shutters
against the rambling old house, all quite
usual. Autumn magic charged the air. and Mrs
Aubry found herself indulging in thoughts that
bordered upon the sentimental Just year ago,
Craven her beloved mate for many years, had
passed to the Great Beyond. Memories OF her
life with this pal and husband were particularly
poignant tonight.
She thought of the twilight hours when they
had talked of their many adventures together;
of the ups-and- d-downs, the triumphs and defeats
through which they had passed. Often had they
talked of Life's big adventure Of the final climax
which both must some day face Life atter
death? Sometimes they wondered, but once or
twice, Craven, with just the suspicion Of serious
ness in his voice, had promised that if there was
any way Of his spirits returning, he would come
back and give evidence of the fact
II WAS lust a year now since Mrs. Aubry faced
widowhood and an uncertain old age. Yet, IN all
these twelve months, no sign had come from her
departed one. But the widow was not gwen 10
dwelling upon the morbid, and dismissing all
+honpht Of the past from mind, made ready for
bed Sleep that night elusive, and despite her
resolution she found herself haunted by memories
OF her deceased husband The bowling wlnd' the
far-ofF hoot of an OWL and the banging shutters
lent melancholy note to the lonely setting
strange sensation pcrvadel the woman, but ultl-
mately sleep conquered. The night sped By and
Mrs Auhry awoke as usual, to find the new born
day As had been her custom for years she stepped
into the little room which had served as a dining
hall and started to arrange breakfast On
reaching the table, however, she stood Just as
still as though her body had suddenly received
the voltage from an electric current There, pn-
mistakably and indelibiy printed upon the table
cover we're the craven features OF Craven Au-
bry departed. Who had entered during the night
and left this uncanny imprint where she must
see it? In a state Of panic Mrs. Aubrey summoned
neighbors No one could erase the image, no one
could explain it, but the majority we're convinced
of its spectral origin, and the more superstltous
dared not lay a single finger upon the cloth
"'Tis an evil omen,' said one. "'Ts warn
ing from Craven" declared others, but thee the
mystery stood.
mites, and Immediately the various sections be-
gan To exchange notes. Squire Hooper down in
Connersville, Ind, had had experience that
very week somewhat similar to Mrs. Aubry's.
Rising from good night Of undisturbed sum-
ber there stared at the squire from the window
pane. the spectral hands and face OF womanl