They had no money, and were in the midst of their sorrow and perplexity, when a carriage drove up to the door of this house and from it issued an old and very sick man, their long absent and almost forgotten brother.

He had come home to die, and when told his sisters' circumstances, and how soon the house next door would be filled with lodgers, insisted upon having this place of his birth, which was empty at the time, opened for his use.

The owner, after long continued entreaties from the poor old sisters, finally consented to the arrangement.

A bed was made up in the library, and the old man laid on it." Mrs.Packard's voice fell, and I cast her a humorous look.
"Were there ghosts in those days ?" I lightly asked.
Her answer was calm enough.

"Not yet, but the place must have been desolate enough for one.