But Mr. O’Donnell has himself seen phantasms of some of his friends. Of one such personal experience he gives the following particulars:
    “One New Year’s Eve, a few years ago, I was at a small country station in the Midlands, waiting for the Birmingham train. As the weather was very cold and wet there were few travelers, and the platform, gloomy and streaming with water, presented a singularly forlorn and forbidding appearance. Having been confined indoors all day I was glad to snatch any opportunity for stretching my limbs, and was pacing up and down in the rain when I narrowly avoided collision with a very elegantly—though unseasonably—dressed lady. Apart from being pretty, she had a decidedly intellectual face, and I was so struck with her that I admit I wheeled round with the intention of passing her again, when, to my astonishment, there was no one to be seen, and on my inquiring both of the stationmaster and solitary porter who the lady was, it was positively asserted that no such person had entered the station.
    “Some months later, when taking tea at a club in Knightsbridge, I was introduced to the Lady —, whom I immediately recognized as the lady I had seen on New Year's Eve. I mentioned the incident to her and she laughingly told me she had never been in such a place.”

From— The Washington Herald. (Washington, D.C.), 25 Dec. 1910. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.