WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW.
New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 27, 3 November 1893, Page 29
WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW.
MBS H. H. Jemnisgs lives at No 211, Main street, Bridgeport, and Mibs Minnie Parrot boards with her. The house ii an old one, bnt in good order. One night early in December (1891) the two women locked all the doors and went to the theatre, leaving not a soul in the house. They left the gas burning, however, in the front parlour. At about half-past eleven they re'.urned. and entered the house laughing and talking. But as they went into the parlour the merry humour died out of them in a second. Bight in the middle of the room stood a dark man if gigantic stature. Tbe upper part of his face was concealed by a mask, bis e>es gleaming through the eye* holes in it. His shirt-sleeves were rolled up, and in one band he carried a long, old-fashioned pistol. Tbe women fled screaming from the room, and when Mr Jennings came iv five minutes later he found no one ie the parlour and all the doors and windows securely locked. What was it the women saw ? " During a recent period of ill health," writes an American friend, " I had slept badly for several successive nighta. On the fourth of these niehts about two o'clock, I was suddenly aroused from a doza by what seemed like tlie calling of my name ; and at the foot of the bed sto d the image of my mother ]ÜBt a 8 she looked five years before, as she waa leaving borne to go on a journey, on which journey she waa killed in a railway disaster. I screamed and fainted. I waa foolish enough to tell of it, and the local old women gossips said it was a summons and I woulu never get well. Yet I did, and am in perfect health now. 1 beiieve that vision came of my weak nerves, for I've never seen it gioce, and it's more three years ago now." No doubt it was the nerves. Why, there's no end to the tricks the nerves will play off on yuu when your system ia out of condition, In March, 1890, it wap, that Mra Jane Foster, of Darracott Road, Pokesdown, Hants, wrote us as follows :— "/ iva* so dreadfully nervous I could not bear anyone in the room with me, yet I did noi Sish them far away in case I should c*ll out for help. This was in June, 1889. I slept very b»dly, and in the morning felt little the better tor having gone to bed. There was often a severe pain in my bead and over my eyee, and I was sick moat of ihe time. My 6kia was dry and yellow, and the stomach and bowels felt cold and dead. By-and-bye 1 bad 10 lie helpless in bed. The doctor said he didn't know what my complaint was. I tock nothing but liquid food, and could not retain even that on my stomach. .By this nine 1 was nothing bnt skin and bone. Mi/ memory completely failed. My head ached so dreadfully I thougtu I shoull lose my Benaep. and my friends agreed that I would never get better. •'I had given up all hope, when one day Mrs West, of Bournemouth, called and asked what I was taking, bhe tola me B>e was herself once just as badly off, and was cured by Mother tieigel's Curative Syrup. As t>he seemed to have 60 much faith in ibis medicine 1 tried i', and in three days I was able to walk across the room, and by t' c end of the week I went downs airs. Now lam as well as ever. I can eat and digest my food, and all my nervousness has left me." Tne malady Mrs Foster suffered from waa indigestion and dyspepsia aid nervous, prostration. The onginal cause was grief and the V at the violent death of her husband, by accident, and the system rallied only when the Syrup hid given new vigour to tLe digestion and ihus fed and toned the nerves. Whatever may be your opinion of the Bridgeport ghos f , it remains true tbat most uncanny visions and sounds mean nothing more or lees than a sec of nerves all upset by indigestion aud dyspepsia. Ghosts come from the inside of tbe person who s^es them.aud when Mother SeigePs Syrup does its work the eyes acd ears entertain only what is natural aud wholesome.