Part 3 (1/2)

”I don't think I am a coward, but I confess that for athat so me a trick, I made a dash after him

”There was no one there--and no way in which anybody could have got out unknown tohim what had happened In his reply he informed me that my friend had been killed the same day that I saw him inpolo in far-away India, had been thrown fro a wound similar to that I had seen in my vision”

Of a so to mind the adventure of Miss Morison and Miss Lalishwoman whose name must be withheld, for reasons that will become obvious With her husband she had recently moved into a fine old mansion surrounded by a splendid park, with a broad stretch of lawn between the trees and the house The place had for e

One night, shortly after eleven o'clock, when Mrs M, as I shall call her, had gone to her bedroo as though in great distress Mr M ay from home, the servants slept in another part of the house, and she was quite alone except for a friend who had co her husband's absence, and to who a courageous woation and soon located the sound as co over to aon the staircase landing, she raised the blind and cautiously peered out

Below, on the lawn, in the pale glow of the ed eneral's uniforirl, ith hands clasped in anguish, was on her knees before hi expression, Mrs M's one thought was not of fear for herself but pity for the unfortunate girl

”Sothe affair, ”that without a mo upon the lawn to beg her to come in and tell ures of the soldier and the girl were still plainly visible on the lawn, and in precisely the same attitude

But at the sound of her voice they disappeared

”They did not vanish instantly,” Mrs M explained, ”but radually And I did not leave the door until they had gone”

Months afterwards, when calling with her husband at a neighboring house, she noticed on the wall the portrait of a distinguished-looking nized it

”That,” she told her husband, in an undertone, ”is a picture of the officer I saw on the lawn”

Aloud she asked: ”Whose portrait is that?”

”Why,” replied her host, ”it is a portrait of my uncle, General Sir X Y He was born and died in the house you now occupy But why do you ask?”

When she had told the story, her host coular For it is an unhappy fact that Sir X Y's youngest daughter, a beautiful girl, brought disgrace upon the family, was disowned and driven from home by her father, and died broken-hearted”[5]

[5] Mrs M's detailed account of this experience, with a corroboratory states of the Society for Psychical Research_, vol viii, pp 178-179

Not all ghosts, it is pleasant to know, bring notification of iedy Many see of trouble whichproper precautions, and so disaster Thus, a guest at a Back Bay hotel in Boston was hurrying along a diht she saaiting for her, when unexpectedly the form of a man appeared at the entrance to the elevator She was almost upon him, and stopped short in order to avoid a collision At once he disappeared, and she then saw that although the door in the elevator shaft ide open, the car was at the bottom of the shaft, into which she certainly would have fallen had not the phantasure checked her onward rush

Or take this instance, reported by Lady Eardley:

”One day I went to my bathrooet into the bath, when I heard a voice say:

”'Unlock the door!'

”I was startled and looked around, but of course no one was there I had stepped into the bath when I heard the voice twice :

”'Unlock the door!'

”On this I jumped out and did unlock the door, and then stepped into the bath again As I got in I fainted away and fell down flat in the water

Fortunately, as I fell, I was just able to catch at a bell handle, which was attached to the wall above the tub My pull brought thewith my head under water She picked me up and carried me out If the door had been locked I would certainly have been drowned”

Still lishwoman named Mrs Jean Gwynne Bettany Her statement is corroborated by her father and ,” vol i, pp 194-195