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 corner or the room directly opposite. My first thought was that I must have dropped asleep. But I rubbed my eyes, sat up in bed and looked about me. There was my wife quieting brightly, there were my books and newspaper, and there was my brother. I did not notice that he stopped while he took the hurried survey, but now I saw that he was approaching me.
    He had on his dress suit and a soft black hat. His face was not so worn as when he left us, but it bore the look of patient endurance which pain heroically borne had stamped upon it, and through that shone the cheerful spirit this brave youth never lost and which could not be conquered. He came to within a few feet of me, and I was strongly minded to speak, but he appeared to be about to address me and I kept still. Just then his eye seemed to light on my wife, and he turned his face away and hurried from the room, leaving by the outer door. His manner was such as it might have been in life if he had unwittingly intruded into my wife’s sleeping room. The outer door was open, the blinds being closed, and the only unusual thing about the affair was that he passed through the blinds without opening them.
    I was not all startled by the apparition. I should not have been if he had stopped and talked with me as if he had been permitted to return for a visit with us. Indeed, after I had convinced myself that I was awake, I did not think of the appearance as other than a reality, and only waited the pleasure of one whom I dearly loved, and whose untimely death made me feel that I was crippled for life. I was glad to see him. After he was gone I told my wife of what had passed, but mentioned it to no other for along while.
    “In childhood I had been taught that there were no such things as ghosts, of which some of my playmates stood in mortal fear. And I never took any stock in spiritualism. My own experience I could not deny, and could only consider it a mental phenomenon. I confess, however, that for a long time I felt as if I had really been granted one more look ‘in life’ for which we long after the earth has swallowed up our beloved; and I was secretly eased by it. I am a cool headed, practical man and may say with any one: ‘What I have seen, I have seen.’ I had lost dear friends by death before, and even dearer ones have been snatched from me since, but in my waking hours I was never vouchsafed any open vision of any of them. This seemed strange. But in all my life I never had any experience more vivid, nor any the details of which are fixed more completely and clearly in my memory than that of the few minutes I spent with my brother a few weeks after we had committed his wasted form to the earth.”

From— The Wahpeton Times. (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]), 16 May 1889. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.