THE OLD MAN OF THE BOOKCASE
Alice Bodington in the Open Court.
I will mention one more curiously purposeless appearance.
Mr. J. had succeeded Mr. Q. as librarian of the X library;
he had never seen his predecessor, nor any photograph or
likeness of him.
One evening he was hastily leaving the librarian's room in
order to catch the last train. The room communicated
by a passage with the main room of the library. As his
lamp illuminated this passage he thought he saw a man's face
at the further end of it. He instantly thought a thief
had got into the library; went back to his room to fetch a
revolver from the safe, and proceeded to the main room.
"Here I saw no one," said Mr. J.; "I called out loudly to
the intruder to show himself several times, more with the
hope of attracting a policeman than of drawing the intruder.
Then I saw a face looking round one of the bookcases.
"I say looking round, but it had an appearance as if the
body were in the bookcase, as the face came closely to the
edge, and I could see nobody." "The face was
pallid and hairless, and the orbits of the eyes were very
deep. I advanced toward it, and as I did so I saw an
old man with high shoulders seem to rotate out of the end of
the bookcase, and with his back towards me and a shuffling
gait walk rather quickly from the bookcase to the door of a
small lavatory, which opened from the library, and had no
other access."
"I followed the man at once into the lavatory, and to my
extreme surprise, found no one there." (Mr. J. describes his
minute examination of a place "where there was not even
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"Next morning I mentioned what I had seen to a local
clergyman, who on hearing my description, said, "Why, that's old Q.
P. Soon after I saw a photograph from a drawing of Q., and the
resemblance was certainly striking. Q. had lost all his hair,
eyebrows and all, from (I believe) a gunpowder accident. His
walk had been a peculiar high-shouldered shuffle."
"Later inquiry proved that he had died about the
time of year at which I saw the figure."
Syracuse Herald, Syracuse, New York -
February 7
1892 NOT
in this world to see his face
Sounds long, until I read the place
Where this is said to be
But just the primer to a life
Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
Clasped yet to him and me.
Emily Dickinson - Not in this World to see his
Face
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