WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 26, 27 October 1893, Page 20

WAS IT A GHOST THEY SAW.

Mbs 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. One night early in December (1891) the two womin locked all the doors and went to the theatre, leaving not a soul in the boas*. They left the gas burning, however, in the front parlour. At about half-past eleven they returned, and entered the house laughing and talking. But as thty 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 bis 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. Tbe women fled screaming from the room, and when Mr Jennings came in 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 nights. On the fourth of these nights about two o'clock, I was suddenly aroused from a doze by itliat seemed like the calling of my name ; and at the foot of the bed stood the image of my mother ]ust as she looked five years before, as she was leaving home 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 three years ago now." No doubt it was the nerves. Why, there's no end to the tricks the nerves will play oil on you when your system is out of condition. In March, 1890, it was, that Mrs Jane Foster, of Darracott Road, Pokesdown, Hants, wrot-o us as follows: — " I ?vas go dreadfully nervous 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 in June, 1889. I slept very badly, and in the morning felt little the better for having gone to bed. Tnera was often a severe pain in my head and over my eyee, and I was sick most of the time. My skin was dry and yellow, and the stomach and bowels felt cold and dead. By-and-bye I had to he helpless in bed. The doctor said he didn't know what my complaint was. I took nothing but liquid food, and could not retain even that on my stomach. By this time I was nothing bat skin and bone. My meinm y completely failed. My head ached so dreadfully I thought I shouli lose my senses, 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. She told me BHe was herself once just as badly off, and was cured by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. As she seemed to have bo much faith in this medicine, 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."

Tbe 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 accident, and the Byßtem rallied only when the Syrup had given new vigour to tbe digestion and thus fed and toned the nerves. Whatever may be your opinion of the Bridgeport gho9 f , 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. Ghostß come from the inside of the person who s^es tbem.aod when Mother Beigel's Syrup does its work the eyes and eaiß entertain only what is natural and wholesome.