A WELLINGTON GHOST.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2322, 15 October 1908, Page 3

A WELLINGTON GHOST.

A TALE OF MYSTERY. AVollingtdii, with its bustlo and its matter-of-fact commercialism, is about tho last setting one would oxjicct for u ghost story. But a talc of mystery is being whispered over tea-cups that is too interesting to keep all to one s soli" (says the 4 ‘Hot Lakes Chroniclo”). It happened—is happening still, perhaps—in a largo house in Thorndon, tenanted by people whom everyone knows. The first symptoms were heavy footsteps along an upper hull at about four o’clock iu tho morning. First tho servants heard it several times, and, finding no natural solution to the difficulty, resigned their positions. The English nurse alone was bravo and sceptical until she heard -the noises too, and then siic refrained to smile at the others fears. But she, alone, stayed on. The mistress was tlie next to. hear tho noises on a night when she was sitting up with a sick child. She opened tho door, but could see nothing, but the footfalls went tramping past her down the pa66ago.. Of course, not a word was spoken’ to the children’. 1 One evening, at- dusk, one of tlie little girls was sent upstairs for a handkerchief, and came running down with a story of an old man slio mot.. Such a nice old man, the child said, who smiled at her, and “such a- funny thing, Mothor,” tho little girl added, “lie didn’t go through the door, but just through the wall.” That is the tale as ’twas told to me. As yet there is no explanation.