Jeffersonville (IN) Weekly Journal, February 19, 1897, p. 1. NOTE: The item below was abbreviated from the original as shown by the ellipsis. DREAMS DISTRUBED BY HIS VICTIM’S SPIRIT Ghost of John Tucker Made Life Miserable for Uncle Bill Taylor The departed, the departed. They visit us in dreams and flit about our pillows like shadows over streams. If old Bill Taylor didn’t sing this verse, he has been thinking it very strongly for the past year. Ever since William killed John Tucker two years ago over a little dispute about house rent he has been having a series of alarming experiences with divers and sundry disembodied spirits that seem to follow him about and play circus with his long nights. It’s a very uncomfortable situation to be in when one is the sole owner of a large, well-developed ghost that he cannot get rid of, even at a bargain sale, and for which he has no particular use. Bill Taylor has been encumbered with such a piece of property for a long time, and it has caused him to lose sleep and contract dyspepsia to such an extent that his friends feared he would be cut off in his prime. When William retires at the regular hour every night, this ghost, claiming to represent the spirituality of John Tucker, would crawl up on the footboard of the bed and fire questions at William that would have given a fired feeling to a station agent in a country town. It’s a might unpleasant thing to have a ghost ask questions about the weather, the elections, the latest from Cuba and then wind up with a long talk on the best place to be interred in the new cemetery, besides occasionally sampling your plug tobacco… Fortunately for Mr. Taylor, he was introduced to “Prof.” Charles Gilmore, a gentleman with a large ghost acquaintance, and one who makes a specialty of furnishing discontented or overworked ghosts with permanent situations in other states. A séance was arrange and, tired from loss of sleep, William Taylor made his way to the mysterious shrine of the ghost charmer…At any rate, the table was placed, the mysterious cloth drawn over it, and the “professor” and his client seated themselves to await the approaching spiritual shower. Sundry knocks and file-rasping sounds announced the presence of a ghostly visitor and then Prof. Gilmore introduced his tablet beneath the table cover. Mr. Taylor, reaching under from the other side and grasping the tablet tightly that the weight of the ghost’s chirography might not break it down. Soon the pencil was heard moving rapidly; next a thunder of raps fairly lifted the table off the floor and in the blue, sulphurous smoke that arose in the room the spirit of John Tucker was seen to vanish head first through a window. On bringing the table to the light, the following message was found: “Dear Bill—Rest easy. I don’t hold it again ye fer killin’ me. I forgive ye long ago. Truly yours, Tuck.” William Taylor walked the streets yesterday, proud, erect and happy. A great weight has been lifted from his soul…Tucker’s ghost has vanished forever from Jeffersonville…