THE WAHPETON TIMES — MAY 16, 1889
A STORY FROM BUFFALO
The following curious story is told by a well known gentleman of Buffalo:
“In the summer of 1885 death took from me a beloved younger brother. He had lived in my family almost ever since my marriage and commanded from myself and wife double affection, for he seemed to us both son and brother. When living with us in health he occupied two rooms, one a large front room with an outer door opening on the piazza. Diagonally across from this—in the I opposite corner of the room—the door opened from his bedroom into his sitting room. The outer door of his sitting room had venetian blinds attached to the outer casing, thus allowing the door to be open while the blinds could be closed and I fastened, giving increased circulation of air while insuring against intrusion.
“In the later weeks of my life, my brother had his sitting room because, although he was never bed ridden, he said he was ‘growing lazy’ and felt like lying down a good deal.’ A month or so after his bright light ceased to shine for us here, we were occupying his rooms, taking his large room for our sleeping apartment. One night after we had retired and my wife had fallen asleep, I remained awake, as was my custom, reading.
I had put aside my book and was about to put out the light, when the partly open door of the smaller room stepped the form of my dead brother. Our bed was in the
