AN OAKLAND GHOST STORY.

Thames Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2934, 11 July 1878, Page 3

AN OAKLAND GHOST STORY.

Significant Warmings [Received by a Startled Cblt. It is some time since the public have been treated to a ghost story: Oakland bas recently been quiets in this respect than for the last six months. Last Tuesday, however, an Irishman, who hvea in the Tenth Ward of this city, says he had a warning in that place from a relation of his whose remains lie in some peaceful graveyard in Limerick. But let him tell the story himself: *' Well, ye percaive, there is a docthur in Oakland who can cure anything— Bright's disaise or consumption. Well, anyhow, he cured a relation ay th' ould woman's, an 1, begorra. I thought I'd thry him. So, over I wint one evenin'. Well, sir, you'd not belaive it, his offices wor fixed ftp finer nor Stanford's house up there on the hill. He had books in glass j eases, aisy chairs, picters an' bottles, j Begorfa, sez I to meself, 'tis no wonder he'i a great docther if he ken remimber all that's in tbim books. / " Is the Docthur in ? " sez I to a clerk. " No," sez he, " he's up at the house. I was jest spakin' to him, an' he's comin' down right away. Sit down," sez he " an' take a loo|^|j& tfte papers. An' begorra," sez he, " that reminds me he tould me to get iome drugs for him. I'll be back soon."

So I was left alone, an' the first thing I* claps me eyes on was a ghost story, where the ghost of a conductor savpd a passenger train from running' into a river. Well, 'twas a quare story, an' it put tne in mind of an uncle of mine, by the mother's side, tbat met a ghost on the Limerick road wansht. Well, sir, bad luck to the liel'mtellin', I lamed my arm on the table beside a little square box, an began to think, when, what do ye think ? May I never die in sin, sir, but 'tis thrue, but something whispered in my ear, "Hello! are you there?" I looked around. There wasn't a mother's soul in the room. Well, the cowld swet started down me back an' me hair stood up like brissels. Thunder an' 'ounds, sez I to meself, what's that ? Jesht then it began again. Ye'd swear it came out of the box. " Hello! ■ What in the devel are you doin' there ? " Oh; Holy Joseph, sez I, crossing my^ self. Oh ! Tower of Ivory, but it bates Bannagher. Well, sir, don't laugh, but pon me sowl I felt wake. I was swim--ming wid the swet, when jest again it began to say r very mad like : " Hello! What in h— is the matter wid you ? " " Oh, angels guard us," sez I, " but I can't wait any longer: the place is haunted," when right from under the table almost like, a bell commenced thir-r----r-rh.

Tare an bunds; I made a jump and cleared the distance betune the table and the dure wid. one Bpring, an* out I went. 11 Well, bad lack to Oakland," sez I, " an' to me, -too, if I ever set fut in it again. Let us take'a drink, sir." What are ye laughing at. "Begorra, 'tis no laughing matter. I wint to the priest an' tould him all about it. "Go home, ye omadheun," sez he. " 'lwas the tikpJiohel" _^