Glenwood Ghosts(?)

Strange Happenings

Afton Enterprise, October 9, 1885

A great many strange things are happening in this place of late.  Why this should continue is a mystery to all.  The school argument, the Old Woman's Gossiping club, and various other subjects have been discussed until the themes, have grown stale, and the eager, craving public want something to satisfy their appetite for news.

The Enterprise strives to keep pace with the time, and to that end has published articles that have hurt the feelings of some. But news is news, and the very latest, up to the hour of going to press is a real live ghost story. We were informed that a ghost was seen coming out of the Glenwood Cemetery, and made its way toward Mr. Harris Briggs' barn near the creek in the vicinity of the burying ground. As the ghost did not make its appearance until after dark, we communicated with the fighting editor and he agreed to "see the thing through."  And he did.

After stationing himself at a safe distance from where the supposed ghost was reported to have been seen, he waited rather impatiently for its appearance.  He was not obliged to wait long, however, for in a short time a person appeared in the shape of a gray haired man.  The scribe thought, of course, that the gentleman, who is a married man, was there to visit the last resting place of some dear friend--or perhaps to see the ghost.  Not wishing to make his presence known, the fighting editor kept mum, and in about ten minutes another person appeared on the scene. This person was dressed like a woman, but as she was not enveloped in a white outer garment, as ghosts generally are, the scribe thought that perhaps she, too, had come to the village of the dead out of respect to some departed friend.  And such proved to be the case, although the friend was alive instead of being buried, for no sooner had she made her presence known than the gray haired gent went to where she was, and after a loving embrace the two departed together.

"Great Scott!" almost screamed the man of the pen, and having come to the conclusion that these persons were the ghosts he was after, he gathered "unto himself" his possessions and departed, his puzzled brain thinking what will be the next on the program. We presume the "next" would have been exceedingly interesting if the gentleman's wife had been out looking for the "ghost" the same evening.