WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW?

Auckland Star, Volume XXIV, Issue 220, 16 September 1893, Page 3

WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW?

Mrs H. H. Jxunmxas lives at No. 211, Main-street, Bridgeport, and Miss Minnie Parrot) boards with her. The bouse is an old- one but in good order. One nighb early in December (1891) tho two women1 locked all the doors and went to the theatre, leaving nob a .soul in the house. They lefb tho gas burning, however, in the front parlour. Ab aboub half-pasb eleven they returned, and entered tbe house laughing and talking. Bnb as they went into the parlour themerryhumour died oub of them in a second. Right in the middle of the room stood a dark man of gigantic stature. The upper parb of his face was con coaled by a mask, his eyes gleaming through the eyeholes in it. His shirbsleeves were rolled up, and in ono hand he carried a long, old-fashioned pisboL The womed fled screaming from the room, and when Mr Jennings came in five minutes later he found no one in the parlour and all the doors and windows securely locked. jWhat was ib bhe women saw 1 j " Daring a recenb period of ill healbh," writes an American friend, "I had slept badly for Bevoral successive nighbs. On the fourth of these nights aboub two o'clock, I was suddenly aroused from a doze by what seemed like the calling of my name ; and at the foob of bhe bed sbood bhe image of my mobher just as she looked five years before, as sho was leaving home to go on a journey, on which journey sho was killed in a railway disaster. I screamed and fainted. I was foolish enough to tell ib, and the local old women gossips said it was v summons and I would never got well. Yet I did, and am in perfect health now. I believe that vision came to my weak nerves, for I've never seen it since, and it's more than three years ago now." No doubb it was the nerves. Why, there's no end to the tricks the nerves will play off on you when your system is out of condition. In March, 1890, ib was that Mrs Jane Foster, of Darracobt Road, Pokesdown, Hants, wrote us as follows:—"I was so dreadfully nervous, I could not bear anyone in tho room with me, yeb I did nob wish thorn far away in caso I should call out for help. This was in June, 1889. I slepb very badly, and in bhe morning felt litble bho bettor for having gone to be. There was ofben a severe pain in my head and ovor my eyes, and I was sick mosb of the time. My skin was dry and yellow, and the stomach and bowels felt cold and dead. By-and-byo I had to lie helpless in bed. The doctor said he didn'b know whab my complaint was. I took nothing but liquid food, and could nob retain even that on my stomach. By this time I was nothing but skin and bone. My memory completely failed. My head ached so dreadfully I thoughb I should lose my senses, and my friends agreed that I would nover get better. *' I had given up all hope, when one day Mrs West, of Bournemouth, called and asked what I was taking. She told me she was herself once jusb as badly off, and was cured by Mobher Seigel's Curative Syrup. As Bbc seemed to have so much faith in this medicine, I tried it, and in three days I was able to walk across tho room, and by the end of the week I wont downstairs. Now lam as well as ever. I can eat and digesb my food, and all my nervousness has loft me."

The malady Mrs Foster suffered from was indigestion and dyspepsia and nervous prostration. The original cause was grief and shock at the violent death of her husband, by accidenb, and tho system rallied only when the Syrup had given new vigour to tbe digestion, and thos fed and toned tho norves.

Whatever may be your opinion of the Bridgeport ghost, ib remains truo that most uncanny visions and sounds moan nothing moro or less than a sot of nerves all upset by indigostion and dyspepsia. Ghostß como irom tho insido of the person who sees them, and when Mother Seigel's Syrup does its work, the eyes and ears entertain only whab is natural and wholesome.