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A Ceilidh. 619<br />

" It was that <strong>of</strong> a man whom I had never seen before<br />

his wraith appeared to me. It was many years ago, about<br />

thirty, I daresay. One fine sunny afternoon towards the<br />

end <strong>of</strong> summer, I was sitting outside in front <strong>of</strong> the house<br />

mending a fishing-rod. I happened to look up from my<br />

work, and I perceived a well-dressed man coming in sight<br />

at a turn in the road, and walking rapidly towards the<br />

house. I watched him, wondering who he was, until he left<br />

the main road and took the branch leading up to our door.<br />

Thinking he had some business with me, I entered the<br />

house and told my wife to tidy up the parlour for the<br />

reception <strong>of</strong> a gentleman who was coming up the road, and<br />

immediately I went out again to meet him, I wasn't more<br />

than ten seconds inside, and what was my astonishment to<br />

find that the stranger had disappeared. You know that<br />

from my house the view is unbroken on all sides for the<br />

distance <strong>of</strong> at least half-a-mile. I went round to the back<br />

<strong>of</strong> the house and again entered and asked my wife if she<br />

had seen the stranger. She looked at me in surprise and<br />

said she hadn't, that she thought I had gone out to meet<br />

him. I told her <strong>of</strong> his mysterious disappearance, and she<br />

hinted that I must have been dreaming. This exasperated<br />

me so much that to convince her I was never more awake<br />

in my life, I minutely described the man's personal appearance,<br />

and the manner in which he was dressed. He was<br />

young and seemed to be slightly under the average height,<br />

dark and rather good-looking, with side-whiskers and a<br />

moustache. He was dressed in a grey knicker-bocker suit,<br />

with cap and gaiters to match, and he carried a slender<br />

black cane in his right hand. In a short time, however,<br />

the incident was forgotten. About six weeks afterwards<br />

our youngest girl, Nelly, then about three years old, one<br />

night became suddenly ill. I despatched a messenger<br />

early next morning to Lochoran for the doctor, a young<br />

man who had come to the parish a {q.\v days before. About<br />

noon the same day I was sitting outside the house waiting<br />

impatiently for the doctor, when I observed a man dressed

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