Wanderings through unknown Austria

rein men have

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impressions

mething movin

guests at table

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th quiet, inof

the picture

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hen, after hearing them, one was almost afraid to go to bed; when one started at every shadow on the stairs and imagined it was some dark denizen of the spirit w

an,-the unhappy lady or gentleman who appears at twelve o'clock at night with wailings and groans, a

and moves chairs, that writes letters backwards that no one can read, and never

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e way, is of wonderful Venetian stucco, with cupids and garlands of fruits and flowers all over it. It is a haunted room. It is not the Emperor that appears here, however, but a much more interesting sort of person-the White Lady. She had a cruel husband who threw her down the cliff under the ruin. Her body may still be seen, as she wa

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ands on it, and clasped each other's little fingers. The learned Dark Man calculated that there were eighty fingers on that table. "Better eighty fingers on one table than eighty tables on one finger" remarked our host. He was rather

RST-CLASS

I like animals-in fact, I love them-especially cats and dogs. But this dog is too much for me. I have made the most friendly overtures to him. I have called him by the most endearing terms. I have even learned some Italian (he only understands that language) especially for his benefit, a

-at least, I cannot conquer it. I began by calling her Miss Asparagus, but that sounds too much like a vegetable, and is familiar

was a perfect medium, as he trembled all over and felt cold. (I have my own private opinion about it.) The table, too, move

omething

ted chamber. There was a sound of scuffli

chair and showed a tendency to go into hyst

s only our host who h

ned Dark Man; but no ghost appeared. I think there were too many of us, or we were not serious enough, or the vagaries of our

man. He was of immense height, elderly, and with a long flowing beard, and his face was vividly impressed on her memory. He advanced towards her, and then suddenly disappeared. According to her own account she was not at all

ackwards-it moved sideways, and then in a slow and stately manner it waltzed round and round. With her usual energy, she chased it, caught it, sat down on it, but it

mslopogaas also took her departure-she did not consider ghosts quite proper. She thought they s

n ghosts generally. They had d

riences to the common herd. I was so crushed by her superior manner that I was too modest to t

rsons in a room, eight are fools, one is a rascal, the tenth might be all right ... but he is generally dead. I have

this, but every one else se

ck in the tower began

all went

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are all with us again-the friends of our childhood, of our school-days, of our "Varsity" life. Once more we feel the

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and sisters, our child-friends, the old house, the flowers, the

and stained with ink, a hot, drowsy afternoon, a hum of voices, the

, the gleam of the river. Old familiar sounds ring in our ears: the thud of the oars

eir girlish laughter, their soft voices, we see the bright eyes that l

gs of which I

reams that

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st befor

e of a swe

ng my mem

ll is the

of youth are lo

all-those frien

ea, some are preaching their message of peace in busy town or quiet village, some fighting with disease and death in the crowded hospitals of gr