The Washington times., 1926-02-24

county, Md.
Scarcely day has passed with.
out bringing some one who has read
OF the Ghosts. who longs to see for
himself--or herselfjust what q
Ghost may look like. Maybe they
hope to see a something walk
across the courtyard or stand look.
ing through the tiny milky panes "
glass that for generations have
managed to remain unbroken.
"Please-we would like so much
II Ii is too troublesome
They all begin alike. for possibly,
they all happen to be timid souls,
and they shrink from being Posi-.
tive" III they should be Positive
they would not be able to see
Ghosts ? at least, those wno
have seen Ghosts at Dover House
have been less than Positive. They
cannot give, and receive, AZ the
Ghosts Are Not Funny II
do you really believe In G+hostsl
I mean-you know, it Ii so funny.
Then there is always laugh that
IL more or less a surface laugh
always, though, there Is this
nervous laugh.
"If you understand anything at
All about what a Ghost really is, II
isn't funny" is the invariable
answer.
He was a sweet-faced old gentle
man who came one day. Gentle
with that melIowness of Judgment
that included Difference iol the
opinions or others. He. too. had
read The Times. He wanted To
stand in the rooms where things
Of an unusual nature had actually
happened. -
voice was saying.
ut is annoying to have ones
ghosts treated with rudcness
and they aren't at all things to be
laughed at a.. -. are theyY
Not at all-and / know. I. too,
have seen many times" HtA
ne swept over the wide room.
Presently. we had drawn away from
others who had come. for there was
in the gentle oud voice a wonderful
uaality, and his eyes held unusual
depths.
Recalls Ghosts of Youth
Years ago. when / was just a
Il.
died. / didn't wish to see them.
but--they just came. remember
once when / was really very young,
went to my mother, telling her
:nere was n little boy in the room
NY mother didn't like 1t at
all. that / should tell her such
things. She could not see the boy
and she could not believe I saw
u,ha oh couldn't
II had little brother, and one
day. when he was just old enough
to run on little errands, nv mother
sent him up into an upper room
to get something for her. He
came running down the steps ir.
great haste. calling out to her that
there was a little boy in the upper
loom who wanted him to stay and
plav with him.
After that day my mother never
again laughed at me for seeing the
oy After few years mother
passed away and | went to teach in
A school. One day I was stepping
ont of the door OF the schoolhouse
when I saw my mother standing
beside me and I ran. Mercy,
hut | ran fast | was frightened
Indeed. l saw her many times after
that. but that first time I was
frightened. She looked exactly as
she had looked, when she was alive
with us all a! home. Her dress was
tust soft and graceful as It had
always been.
Hears Name Called
Il had in later years. a very
dear friend, who lived in a far
distant state and while / did not
see him often, we wrote many
times, always keeping the friend.
ship a near and dear one. In the
city where l lived at that time,
there were five or six Of us who
frequently met together for a while
in the evening. sometimes all of
us together, sometimes three or
four would meet in the home of
one OF us. One evening, ! had ex.
pected someone to call, and vet as
my friends had called for me to
come to the house Of a neighbor
didn't want to stay at home. I
wrote my address on a card and
stuck 1t In my door, so that should
he come, he might find me. Then
went to the home of the neighbor,