It might be a ghost, for there are such things (Heaven help us!), and I've seen 'em in this country and in dear old Ireland, and so has Tom." "You've seen ghosts ?" "Yes, indeed, Miss, but I've never spoke to any, for you've no right to speak to a ghost, and if you do you will surely die." Tom now came in and soon satisfied me that there was no living thing in the darkness, so I sat down and listened to Ellen's experiences with ghosts.
THE FORMER MRS.

WILKES.--"Now this happened in New York city, Miss, in West 28th Street, and is every word true, for, my dear, I saw it with my own eyes.

I went to bed, about half-past nine it was this night, and I was lying quietly in bed, looking up to the ceiling; no light on account of the mosquitoes, and Maud, the little girl I was caring for, a romping dear of seven or eight, a motherless child, had been tossing about restless like, and her arm was flung over me.

All at once I saw a lady standing by the side of the bed in her night dress and looking earnestly at the child beyond me.

She then came nearer, took Maud's arm off me, and gently straightened her in bed, then stroked her face, both cheeks--fondly, you know--and then stood and looked at the child.