some, it is said, very costly, and sent for express to the
old country. Mr. Sewell, the bookseller there, says he tried to dispose
of his books to him; and when he did not buy them, thinks he sent them
to the old country. He owes every one he could get to trust him. It is
odd what he did with all the money. It is thought Jonathan Phelps will
get the house. They went up to it and found the door unlocked. They
found nothing in the house but the furniture, and that very common and
cheap. There were none of all those things they said he had; only in the
south room a lot of bottles and jars, and a brick place built up with a
vent outside, which Parson H---- says is a furnace such as folks use
that study chemistry. There was a great heap of ashes in the fireplace,
as if he had burned papers or books there, and a great burned spot on
the floor right before it."

"Who was the writer of these?" I asked as I refolded the little old
letter, "and what became of Doctor Haywood? Was nothing more heard?"

In answer to these questions my friend gave the following narration.

The writer of the journal was my great uncle, Silas T----. Sophonisba and
Faithful were my mother's cousins. Both were much older than she, but I
have often seen Faithful when I was a girl, and I had all the story there
is from herself. The little house on the hill fell into the hands of the
chief creditor, who took down the furnace in the south room and offered
the place to rent, but no tenant ever remained there long, either because
of the bleak situation or the want of a garden. There were rumors that the
place was not quite canny. One woman, indeed, went so far as to declare
that she had seen the doctor's figure, dim and unsubstantial, standing
before the fireplace in the twilight, and that once, as she came up the
cellar stairs, something followed her and laid a cold hand on her
shoulder; but as she was a nervous, hysterical person, and moreover was
known to be somewhat given to exaggeration, no one paid much attention to
her tale.

It was certain, however, that there was a great deal of sickness in the
house. One family who rented the place lost three children by fever in one
summer, and it was remarkable that all three seemed to fall under the same
delusion, and insisted that something or some one, coming behind them,
laid upon their shoulders a cold hand. One of them, toward the last, said
that a shadow kept moving to and fro in th