Ghost In A Hotel

Apropos of the report that the Brevoort house was to be closed up there is a story that Lady Dunraven has been known to teil about the famous old inn. The countess is described by those who know her as a woman much more inclined to common sense than to ghosthaunted cock lanes, even with Dr. Johnson's authority. Bhe used to teil the faets in the tale simply for what they were worth. It was more than one decade ago, years before the Valkyrle was thought of, when Lord Dunraven first Interested In the mining reginns of northern Michigan. He and Lady ITunraven were staying in New York for a few days before starting west and had taken rooms at the Brevoort - pleasant rooms- with a view of the avenue and a nlce slimpse of Washington square. The first night, being tlred with their voyage, they went early to bed, as it happened, not so early to sleep. Both the earl and eountess were blessed with hearty nsh constitutions. They were not at all accustomed to lying awake till the small hours. They wondered what they could have done, what they could have eaten or drank to affllct them with such gratuitous vigllance. Just at a venture, flnally, they bundled themselves out Into an adjoining parlor, made themselves extempore couches there, and slept soundly till morning. Next night and the nlght after there was the same wakefulness and In the end the same migratlon to the adjolning room for relief. They began to think they should have to leave town earller than they had planned, for they would not for the world have made any pretext to shift chambers. The explanatlon of the mystery, lf It was an explanatlon, came out by chance. They had a cali before long from an oldtime New Yorker whom they met in England, an authority on all matters pertalning to the town's history. "I wonder," he remarked casually, "that they should have glven you ihese rooms. You know It was in that room that a Mr. X. hanged himself." It was in that room that Lord and Lady Dunraven had tried in vain to sleep, and they exchanged significant glancen. Of counse it was only a coincidence, they said, but the next day they took their