When Mr. Hiram B. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, every one told him he was doing a very foolish
thing, as there was no doubt
at all that the place was haunted. Indeed, Lord Canterville himself, who was a man of the most punctilious
honour, had felt it his duty
to Mr. Otis when they came to discuss
"We have not cared to live in the place ourselves," said Lord Canterville, "since my grandaunt, the Dowager Duchess of Bolton, was frightened
into a fit
, from which she never really recovered, by two skeleton
hands being placed on her shoulders as she was dressing for dinner, and I feel bound
to tell you, Mr. Otis, that the ghost has been seen by several
living members of my family, as well as by the rector of the parish
, the Rev. Augustus Dampier, who is a Fellow of King's College, Cambridge. After the unfortunate accident
to the Duchess, none of our younger servants would stay with us, and Lady Canterville often got very little sleep at night, in consequence
of the mysterious
noises that came from the corridor
and the library."
"My Lord," answered the Minister, "I will take the furniture and the ghost at a valuation. I have come from a modern
country, where we have everything that money can buy; and with all our spry
young fellows painting the Old World red, and carrying off your best actors and prima-donnas, I reckon
that if there were such a thing as a ghost in Europe, we'd have it at home in a very short time in one of our public
museums, or on the road as a show."
"I fear that the ghost exists," said Lord Canterville, smiling, "though it may have resisted the overtures of your enterprising
impresarios. It has been well known for three centuries, since 1584 in fact
, and always makes its appearance
before the death of any member of our family."
"Well, so does the family doctor for that matter
, Lord Canterville. But there is no such thing, sir, as a ghost, and I guess the laws of Nature are not going to be suspended
for the British aristocracy
A few weeks after this, the purchase
was concluded, and at the close of the season the Minister and his family went down to Canterville Chase. Mrs. Otis, who, as Miss Lucretia R. Tappan, of West 53d Street, had been a celebrated
New York belle
, was now a very handsome
, middle-aged woman, with fine eyes, and a superb profile
. Many American ladies on leaving their native
ill-health, under the impression
that it is a form of European refinement
, but Mrs. Otis had never fallen
into this error. She had a magnificent constitution
, and a really wonderful
amount of animal spirits. Indeed, in many respects, she was quite English, and was an excellent example
of the fact
that we have really everything in common
with America nowadays, except, of course, language
. Her eldest son, christened Washington by his parents in a moment
, which he never ceased to regret
, was a fair-haired, rather good-looking young man, who had qualified
himself for American diplomacy
by leading the German at the Newport Casino for three successive
seasons, and even in London was well known as an excellent
dancer. Gardenias and the peerage were his only weaknesses. Otherwise he was extremely sensible
. Miss Virginia E. Otis was a little girl of fifteen, lithe
and lovely as a fawn
, and with a fine freedom
in her large blue eyes. She was a wonderful
Amazon, and had once raced old Lord Bilton on her pony twice round the park, winning by a length
and a half, just in front of the Achilles statue
, to the huge delight
of the young Duke of Cheshire, who proposed for her on the spot, and was sent back to Eton that very night by his guardians, in floods of tears. After Virginia came the twins, who were usually called "The Star and Stripes," as they were always getting swished. They were delightful boys, and, with the exception
of the worthy
Minister, the only true republicans of the family.
As Canterville Chase is seven miles from Ascot, the nearest railway station
, Mr. Otis had telegraphed for a waggonette to meet them, and they started on their drive
in high spirits. It was a lovely July evening, and the air was delicate
with the scent
of the pinewoods. Now and then they heard a wood-pigeon brooding
over its own sweet voice, or saw, deep in the rustling fern
, the burnished breast of the pheasant. Little squirrels peered at them from the beech-trees as they went by, and the rabbits scudded away through
the brushwood and over the mossy knolls, with their white tails in the air. As they entered the avenue of Canterville Chase, however, the sky became suddenly overcast
with clouds, a curious
stillness seemed to hold the atmosphere
, a great flight of rooks passed silently over their heads, and, before they reached the house, some big drops of rain had fallen
Standing on the steps to receive
them was an old woman, neatly dressed in black silk
, with a white cap and apron. This was Mrs. Umney, the housekeeper, whom Mrs. Otis, at Lady Canterville's earnest request
, had consented to keep in her former
position. She made them each a low curtsey as they alighted, and said in a quaint
manner, "I bid
you welcome to Canterville Chase." Following her, they passed through
the fine Tudor hall into the library, a long, low room, panelled in black oak, at the end of which was a large stained glass window. Here they found tea laid out for them, and, after taking off their wraps, they sat down and began to look round, while Mrs. Umney waited on them.
Suddenly Mrs. Otis caught sight
of a dull
red stain on the floor just by the fireplace, and, quite unconscious
of what it really signified, said to Mrs. Umney, "I am afraid something has been spilt there."
"Yes, madam," replied the old housekeeper in a low voice, "blood has been spilt on that spot.""How horrid
!" cried Mrs. Otis; "I don't at all care for blood-stains in a sitting-room. It must be removed at once."
The old woman smiled, and answered in the same low, mysterious
voice, "It is the blood of Lady Eleanore de Canterville, who was murdered on that very spot by her own husband
, Sir Simon de Canterville, in 1575. Sir Simon survived her nine years, and disappeared suddenly
under very mysterious
circumstances. His body has never been discovered, but his guilty spirit
still haunts the Chase. The blood-stain has been much admired by tourists and others, and cannot be removed."
"That is all nonsense
," cried Washington Otis; "Pinkerton's Champion Stain Remover and Paragon Detergent will clean it up in no time," and before the terrified housekeeper could interfere
, he had fallen
upon his knees, and was rapidly scouring the floor with a small stick of what looked like a black cosmetic
. In a few moments no trace
of the blood-stain could be seen.
"I knew Pinkerton would do it," he exclaimed, triumphantly, as he looked round at his admiring family; but no sooner had he said these words than a terrible flash
lit up the sombre room, a fearful peal
of thunder made them all start to their feet, and Mrs. Umney fainted.
"What a monstrous climate
!" said the American Minister, calmly, as he lit a long cheroot. "I guess the old country is so overpopulated that they have not enough decent weather
for everybody. I have always been of opinion
is the only thing for England."
"My dear Hiram," cried Mrs. Otis, "what can we do with a woman who faints?"
"Charge it to her like breakages," answered the Minister; "she won't faint
after that;" and in a few moments Mrs. Umney certainly
came to. There was no doubt
, however, that she was extremely upset
, and she sternly warned Mr. Otis to beware
of some trouble coming to the house.
"I have seen things with my own eyes, sir," she said, "that would make any Christian's hair stand on end, and many and many a night I have not closed my eyes in sleep for the awful things that are done here." Mr. Otis, however, and his wife warmly
assured the honest soul
that they were not afraid of ghosts, and, after invoking the blessings of Providence on her new master
and mistress, and making arrangements for an increase
, the old housekeeper tottered off to her own room.