The Tapestried Chamber, and Death of the Laird's JockScott, Walter
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The Tapestried Chamber, and Death of the Laird's Jock
Scott, Walter
Ghost stories; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“I am the more sorry for your pain, my dear Browne,” he continued, “that
it is the unhappy, though most unexpected, result of an experiment of my
own. You must know that, for my father and grandfather’s time, at least,
the apartment which was assigned to you last night had been shut on
account of reports that it was disturbed by supernatural sights and
noises. When I came, a few weeks since, into possession of the estate,
I thought the accommodation which the castle afforded for my friends was
not extensive enough to permit the inhabitants of the invisible world
to retain possession of a comfortable sleeping apartment. I therefore
caused the Tapestried Chamber, as we call it, to be opened, and, without
destroying its air of antiquity, I had such new articles of furniture
placed in it as became the modern times. Yet, as the opinion that the
room was haunted very strongly prevailed among the domestics, and was
also known in the neighbourhood and to many of my friends, I feared some
prejudice might be entertained by the first occupant of the Tapestried
Chamber, which might tend to revive the evil report which it had
laboured under, and so disappoint my purpose of rendering it a useful
part or the house. I must confess, my dear Browne, that your arrival
yesterday, agreeable to me for a thousand reasons besides, seemed the
most favourable opportunity of removing the unpleasant rumours which
attached to the room, since your courage was indubitable, and your mind
free of any preoccupation on the subject. I could not, therefore, have
chosen a more fitting subject for my experiment.”
“Upon my life,” said General Browne, somewhat hastily, “I am infinitely
obliged to your lordship--very particularly indebted indeed. I am likely
to remember for some time the consequences of the experiment, as your
lordship is pleased to call it.”
“Nay, now you are unjust, my dear friend,” said Lord Woodville. “You
have only to reflect for a single moment, in order to be convinced that
I could not augur the possibility of the pain to which you have been
so unhappily exposed. I was yesterday morning a complete sceptic on the
subject of supernatural appearances. Nay, I am sure that, had I told
you what was said about that room, those very reports would have induced
you, by your own choice, to select it for your accommodation. It was my
misfortune, perhaps my error, but really cannot be termed my fault, that
you have been afflicted so strangely.”
“Strangely indeed!” said the General, resuming his good temper; “and I
acknowledge that I have no right to be offended with your lordship for
treating me like what I used to think myself--a man of some firmness
and courage. But I see my post horses are arrived, and I must not detain
your lordship from your amusement.”
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