A GHOST STORY.

Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3446, 10 January 1880, Page 2

A GHOST STORY.

In these days, when ghost-lore seems to be fast vanishing into space, it may interest some of my readers to hear the following story as it was told me by the individual concerned, a rising diplomatist in a pleasant continental town that % happened to visit. " You will remember,' 1 he said, " that on my return here arter . my marriage, we took a small house hi one of the principal streets, not by Any means an old building, or in any way different from the ordinary run of houses of the same size. It so.happened that after. we had settled ourselves I was obliged to be away in England I leaving my wife here alone. On my return she mentioned to me that she bad dreamed four or fire times running the same dream, and that it always took place when she had been in bed about an ! hour. She was not in the least nerrous about it, nor gave me the smallest hint that she suspected anything out of the common. About three days after our conversation, we were dressing for dinner, and the door leading from my dressing room to my wife's room was open, when she called out to me: 'Is it not ourions, I feel exactly as if there was someone in the room with me? Are you still dressing P' I replied that I had never left my room. That night, shortly after going to bed, I distinctly saw a little old man, with blonde cendre beard, come into our bedroom and walk through into my dressing-room. The fire was burning brightly at the time, as also a rushlight at the further end of the room. I jumped: quickly out of bed and came behind the figure, which was standing at my dressing* table, and was perfectly visible from oi»j room, saying; "Come, I have got you' know I" As you know, lam a pretty strong minded individual, and have never, had much leaning towards 'spiritual fancies,' even when a medium has held most of the spectators entranced by his performances; but I confess I had a bad moment when the figure, instead ot giving rae a crack on the head or begging for mercy, adopted the more unusual course of vanishing altogether. I said nothing to my wife about the affair; but the next evening at very nearly the same time, in walked the figure again and stood in the doorway, between the two rooms, looking at us.- I woke my wife, and we both had a good stare at him, and in about two minutes he walked leisurely through the doorway out of sight. Personally speakiqg, I don't care how often the gentleman comes. My wife, also, is averse to leaving a comfortable house on account of what she is pleased to term 'a bogey,' so we have nerex^f moved, and from time to time our ofilsp* friend appears and goes through the same ~ performance. I have made inquiries from some neighbouring shop-keepers, and from my description their at once recognised the figure I saw as the former owner of my house, who died some ten or twelve years ago."~~Truth.