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of furniture in the dark of night?
Who has not felt a shiver of goose flesh, controlled only by an effort of will? Who, in the
dark, has not had the feeling of some thing behind him--and, in spite of his conscious
reasoning, turned to look?
If there be any who has not, it may be that to him ghost stories have no fascination. Let
him at least, however, be honest.
To every human being mystery appeals, be it that of the crime cases on which a large part
of yellow journalism is founded, or be it in the cases of Dupin, of Le Coq, of Sherlock
Holmes, of Arsene Lupin, of Craig Kennedy, or a host of others of our fiction mystery
characters. The appeal is in the mystery.
The detective's case is solved at the end, however. But even at the end of a ghost story,
the underlying mystery remains. In the ghost story, we have the very quintessence of
mystery.
Authors, publishers, editors, dramatists, writers of motion pictures tell us that never
before has there been such an intense and wide interest in mystery stories as there is
to-day. That in itself explains the interest in the super-mystery story of the ghost and
ghostly doings.
Another element of mystery lies in such stories. Deeper and further back, is the supreme
mystery of life--after death--what?
"Impossible," scorns the non-psychic as he listens to some ghost story.
To which, doggedly replies the mind of the opposite type, "Not so. I believe because it is
impossible."
The uncanny, the unhealthy--as in the master of such writing, Poe--fascinates. Whether
we will or no, the imp of the perverse lures us on.
That is why we read with enthralled interest these excursions into the eerie unknown,
perhaps reading on till the mystic hour of midnight increases the creepy pleasure.
One might write a volume of analysis and appreciation of this aptly balanced anthology
of ghost stories assembled here after years of reading and study by Mr. J.L. French.
Foremost among the impressions that a casual reader will derive is the interesting fact,
just as in detective mystery stories, so in ghost stories, styles change. Each age, each
period has the ghost story peculiar to itself. To-day, there is a new style of ghost story
gradually evolving.

Once stories were of fairies, fays, trolls, the "little people," of poltergiest and loup garou.
Through various ages we have progressed to the ghost story of the eighteenth and
nineteenth centuries until to-day, in the twentieth, we are seeing a modern style, which
the new science is modifying materially.
High among the stories in this volume, one must recognize the masterful art of Algernon
Blackwood's "The Woman's Ghost Story."
"I was interested in psychic things," says the woman as she starts to tell her story simply,
with a sweep toward the climax that has the ring of the truth of fiction. Here perhaps we
have the modern style of ghost story at its best.
Times change as well as styles. "The Man Who Went Too Far" is of intense interest as an
attempt to bring into our own times an interpretation of the symbolism underlying Greek
mythology, applied to England of some years ago.
To see Pan meant death. Hence in this story there is a philosophy of Pan-theism--no
"me," no "you," no "it." It is a mystical story, with a storm scene in which is painted a
picture that reminds one strongly of "The Fall of the House of Ushur,"--with the frankly
added words, "On him were marks of hoofs of a monstrous goat that had leaped on
him,"--uncompromising mysticism.
Happy is the Kipling selection, "The Phantom 'Rickshaw," if only for that obiter dictum
of ghost-presence as Kipling explains about the rift in the brain: "--and a little bit of the
Dark World came through and pressed him to death!"
Then there are the racial styles in ghost stories. The volume takes us from the "Banshees
and Other Death Warnings" of Ireland to a strange example of Jewish mysticism in "The
Silent Woman." Mr. French has been very wide in his choice, giving us these as well as
many examples from the literature of England and France. Finally, he has compiled from
the newspapers, as typically American, many ghost stories of New York and other parts
of the country.
Strange that one should find humor in a subject so weird. Yet we find it. Take, for
instance, De Foe's old narrative, "The Apparition of Mrs. Veal." It is a hoax, nothing
more. Of our own times is Ellis Parker Butler's "Dey Ain't No Ghosts," showing an
example of the modern Negro's racial heritage.
In our literature and on the stage, the very idea of a Darky and a graveyard is
mirth-provoking. Mr. Butler extracts some pithy