The Night-Side of Nature; Or, Ghosts and Ghost-SeersCrowe, Catherine
Religion
The Night-Side of Nature; Or, Ghosts and Ghost-Seers
Crowe, Catherine
Ghosts; Parapsychology
“I was,” said Mr. St. S——, of S——, “the son of a man who had no
fortune but his business, in which he was ultimately successful. At
first, however, his means being narrow, he was perhaps too anxious and
inclined to parsimony; so that when my mother, careful housewife as she
was, asked him for money, the demand generally led to a quarrel. This
occasioned her great uneasiness, and having mentioned this
characteristic of her husband to her father, the old man advised her to
get a second key made to the money-chest, unknown to her husband,
considering this expedient allowable and even preferable to the
destruction of their conjugal felicity, and feeling satisfied that she
would make no ill use of the power possessed. My mother followed his
advice, very much to the advantage of all parties; and nobody suspected
the existence of this second key except myself, whom she had admitted
into her confidence.
“Two-and-twenty years my parents lived happily together, when I, being
at the time about eighteen hours’ journey from home, received a letter
from my father informing me that she was ill—that he hoped for her
speedy amendment—but that if she grew worse he would send a horse to
fetch me home to see her. I was extremely busy at that time, and
therefore waited for further intelligence; and as several days elapsed
without any reaching me, I trusted my mother was convalescent. One
night, feeling myself unwell, I had lain down on the bed with my clothes
on to take a little rest. It was between 11 and 12 o’clock, and I had
not been asleep, when some one knocked at the door, and my mother
entered, dressed as she usually was. She saluted me, and said: ‘We shall
see each other no more in this world: but I have an injunction to give
you. I have given that key to R—— (naming a servant we then had), and
she will remit it to you. Keep it carefully, or throw it into the water,
but never let your father see it—it would trouble him. Farewell, and
walk virtuously through life.’ And with these words she turned and
quitted the room by the door, as she had entered it. I immediately
arose, called up my people, expressed my apprehension that my mother was
dead, and, without further delay, started for home. As I approached the
house, R——, the maid, came out and informed me that my mother had
expired between the hours of 11 and 12 on the preceding night. As there
was another person present at the moment, she said nothing further to
me, but she took an early opportunity of remitting me the key, saying
that my mother had given it to her just before she expired, desiring her
to place it in my hands, with an injunction that I should keep it
carefully, or fling it into the water, so that my father might never
know anything about it. I took the key, kept it for some years, and at
length threw it into the Lahne.”
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