showed that a young woman sweeping the
front was knocking the wall with a brush.
Mrs Gilson since the alleged manifestations
has not dared to go near the house at night,
and in the daytime she will not go inside
unless accompanied by someone. Practi-
cally all the furniture has been moved out,
and a look out was being kept for another
house. “Someone says that the spirits wants
this house,” said Mrs Gilson, and the “Mail”
representative rejoined, “Perhaps you had
better let him have it.” he neighbours all
more or less corroborated that part of the
story dealing with the frightened occupants,
and as showing how seriously one took it,
she mildly rebuked the “Mail” man, who
unthinkingly for a moment found some
amusement in the lighter side of the afair.
STRANGE INDICATIONS RECALLED.
he “Mail” representative was closely ques-
tioned as to what he thought about
it, but could not relieve the inquirer’s
anxiety. Mrs. Gilson recalled how her
brother was leaning his head against
a door in the house, when there were
knockings by his head. She seems to
associate the afair with the sad death
of her brother James. One early morn-
ing, she said, when she was lying on
the couch with a red blouse on, in
order to be near him, she suddenly
woke up and saw him resting on one
arm staring at her. He called her by
name, and she answered him, and he
murmured: “I thought it was a man
there.” He had thought it was a man
with a red shirt on, lying on the couch.
he dead brother was much attached
to the sister, who cared for him in his
dying days, and she thinks it is his
spirit at work. Here is another story related
by the sisters. On Tuesday week she went
to the grocer’s shop close by and purchased
some groceries and a custard, thinking her
brother would fancy the latter. She put it,
she said, with the rest of the things in her
apron, but when she got home the custard
was gone. hinking that she had forgotten
to bring it, she went back, and when told
she had taken it nearly accused a woman
who was in the shop of stealing it. She re-
turned again, going in again by the front
door. A little while later she went to the
back door and there found the custard in
a corner of the door. She was mystiied,
but Mrs. Gilson attaches importance to the
fact that a week that day her brother died
and that on the day of the occurrence he re-
marked, “I think I am worse.” Mrs. Gilson
also recalled that when her father died in
March a picture had fallen of the kitchen
wall and smashed the glass.
Sykes Street at the time of the incident. The school at the far end still stands.THE CONSTABLE’S STORY. NOT A “FAIRY”
TALE. P. C. Hynes told a “Mail” representative
this aternoon what he thought about it. “I don’t
believe in fairy tales,” he said; “But I am satisied
there was something we could not see through.”
Questioned as to the blacking box incident, the
oicer was convinced that no one present threw
it, and added, “I believe something supernatural
was at work.” He admitted that he felt somewhat
queer when the manifestations were made in his
presence, and especially, as, when he was depart-
ing, a cup fell on the loor and smashed, there be-
ing no apparent reason why it should fall. Hynes,
who is a smart young oicer attached to the Cen-
tral Fire Station, told an equally startling story.
It was nearly ive o’clock on Saturday morning,
he said, when, as he was walking along Sykes-
street, he met Gilson and Grady hurrying along.
“For goodness sake,” they exclaimed, “Go to Rich-
ardson’s-buildings and try to pacify the women.”hey added that they were going to fetch the
police and the doctor, as they thought Mrs. Gil-
son was dying. When P. C. Hynes arrived, the
place was in a turmoil. here was a good deal of
screaming going on, and the woman had faint-
ed with fright. Both the men returned, and the
oicer learned that the mysterious knocking had
been going on intermittently since 3 o’clock. At
irst these in the upstairs rooms thought it was the
others, and vice versa, but at length they could
stand it no longer, all getting up. hen the things
commenced to ly about, as stated.DID YOU SEE THAT? he oicer searched
the kitchen thoroughly. He looked into the cup-
boards, and out onto the small yard, but could see
nothing living. Somewhat sceptical Hynes came
into the kitchen again, where everything seemedall right. “But I had hardly crossed the kitchen,”
he said, “when the tin of blacking lew past my
helmet, just missing it, and hit a man in front
of me in the back of the neck. He was star-
tled, and jumped and ran out of the front door
(which leads from this front, or inner room),
exclaiming, “Did you see that.” P.C. Haynes did
see the box ly by, but he feels positive no one
threw it, for he looked around immediately. “I
expect it made you feel a bit queer,” commented
the “Mail” representative: “Yes,” rejoined P. C.
Haynes. “It was a bit mysterious.” Wondering
what his next experience be, the constable went
upstairs, and although he searched in every
nook and cranny, he could gain no enlighten-
ment. He brought down the baby, which had
slept through it all. Some of those concerned
are Roman Catholics, and about 5.30 a priestarrived. here was still another manifestation,
for just as he was leaving a cup slipped of the
table and smashed, this striking terror once
more into the neighbours who gathered around.
Eventually they were paciied. As far as can
be gathered there have been no manifestations
since, and the neighbours are feeling re-assured.
P. C. Hynes paid another visit on Sunday night
when on night duty, and though there are re-
ports of further tappings, these later ones may
possibly exist in the minds of overstrained im-
aginations. LINNAEUS STREET AFFAIR RE-
CALLED. he Richardson’s-buildings afair re-
calls the strange occurrence in Linnaeus-street
some years ago, when windows were smashed
and coal was alleged to have thrown across the
loors. he police on that occasion watched out-
side the house for a night or two.