Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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The Mystic Whisk- Broom Millicent B. Rex IIEN I was last in the South, I heard a most amazing story from a young lawyer who was staying at my boarding-honse. It was one of those cold winter evenings in Georgia when one sadly misses the warmly built houses of the North and every one hovers about the open Ere. Certainly it was a strange tale. He told it as if he believed it himself, and gave the addresses of the people who had seen the events he described, but I have never taken the trouble to write to them, so I do not vouch for the truth of the narrative, but simply tell it as he told it that evening. 'tl don't expect you to believe this story, he began. lf anybody told it to me, I wouldn't believe him either. It sounds like the biggest lie you ever heard. But here it is, anyway. I was boarding with a doctor's family one winter in the little Georgia town of --. At Christmas they gave me a handsome silver whisk-broom, which I kept hanging on the wall by my dresser. As time went on, I noticed when I came home every evening that the whisk-broom seemed to have been disturbed-invariably I found it lying on the floor in front of the bureau, each day in precisely the same place. l thought maybe some one had been in the habit of using it-perhaps the maid-and gave the matter no more considera- tion outside of a slight annoyance at their carelessness in leaving it on the floor. Some time later, however, one night about one or two o'clock, I suddenly became wide awake, almost as if some one had roused me, and yet apparently from no particular cause. Presently I discovered an astonishing fact. The whisk-broom, which I distinctly remembered having hung up before I retired, was lying in its usual spot before the dresser in a little circle of strange, white light. The glow was not being cast upon the brush from any point in the room, but seemed rather to radiate from the brush itself. As I watched it, the broom rose from the floor and was drawn up into the air several feet, the halo of light moving about it. There it hung, seemingly without any support. At this point the brush began to cavort madly, then its antics settled into a slow, rhythmical dance, still hanging in the air in the weirdest manner possible. I observed all this in blank amazement for a few seconds, then suddenly sprang out of bed and touched the broom. The light went out, and the brush dropped to its accustomed place upon the floor. I picked it up, and laid it on the bureau. Then I returned to bed. The next morning at breakfast I told the doctor and his family about my experiences. I confess they had a good deal of amusement at my expense, the only thing that stood in my favor was that where the broom had come in contact with my hand a welt, or blister, had arisen, somewhat like a burn. The medical man shook his head over it. 'Never saw a burn like that before, Fletcher,' he said, and he looked at me queerly. 'But, just the same, I can't believe that Hsh story.' A , 'But I saw it,' I protested. 12