WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW?

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1130, 27 October 1893, Page 13

WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW?

Mrs H. H. Jennings lives at No. 211, Main street, Bridgeport, and Miss Minnie Parrot boards with her. The house is an old one. but in good order. OnO 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 11 they returned, and entered the house laughing and talking. But as they went into the parlour the merry humour died out of them in a second. Right in the middle of the room stood a dark man of gigantic stature. The upper part of his face was concealed by a mask, his eyes gleaming through the eyeholes in it. His shirt-sleeves were rolled up, and. in one hand he carried a long, old-fashioned pistoL 'The women fled screaming from tho room, and when Mr Jennings came in, five minutes later, he found no one in the parlour and all the doors and windows seourely locked. What was it the women saw ? ><*;

' During a recent period of ill-health,' writes an American frieiid,. ' I had slept badly for several successive nights. C(n the fourth of these nights; about 2 o'clock, I was suddenly aroused from a doze by what, seemed likb the CALLING of my name ; and at the foot of the bed stood the, image of my mother just as she looked five years before as she was leaving homo to go on a journey—on which journey she. was killed in a railway disaster. I screamed and fainted. I was foolish enough to tell of it, and the local old women gossips said it was a summons and I would never get well. Yet I did, and am in perfect health now. I believe that vision came of my weak nerves, for I've never seen it since, and it's more than three years ago now.' No doubt 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, it was, that 1 Mrs Jane Foster, of Derracott road, Pokesdown, Hants, wrote us as follows:—' I was so dreadfully neb. vous I could not bear anyone in the room with me, yet I did not wish them far away in case I should call out for help. This was hi June, 1889. I slept very badly, and in thd' morning felt little the better for having gone, to bed. There was often a severe pain in my head and over my eyes, and I was sick most of the time. My skin was dry and yellow, and the stomach arid bowels felt cold and dead. By and by I had to lie helpless in bed. The doctor said he didn't know what my com. plaint was. I took nothing but liquid food, and c»uld not retain even that on my stomach. By this time I was nothing but ?kin and bone. My memory completely failed. My head ached so dreadfully I thought I should lose my senses, and my friends agreed that I would nevor get bettor.

' I had given up all hope, when one day Mrs West, of Bournemouth, Called arid asked what I was taking. She told me she was herself once just as badly off, and was cured by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. As she seemed to have so much.faith in this medi. cine, I tried it, and in three days I was able' to walk across the room, and by the end of the week I went downstairs. Now lam as well as ever. I can eat and digest my food, and all my nervousness has left me.'

The malady Mrs Poster, suffered from was indigestion and dyspepsia "arid nervous prostration. The original pause was, grief And shock at the violent death of her husbandTby accident, and the system rallied only when the Syrup had given -new vigour to the digestion, and thus fed and toned the nerves. Whatever may be your opinion of the Bridgeport ghost, it remains true that most uncanny visions and sounds mean nothing more or less than a set of nerves all upset by indigestion and dyspepsia. Ghosts come from the inside of the person who sees them, and when Mother Seigel's Syrup does its work the eyes and ears entertain only what is natural and wholesome.