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"There is a lively row going on in
Flint Village over the property of the late Bridget McDade, who died about a
month ago, leaving a will in which she bequeathed a cottage house and lot of
land for her step-daughter, Mary McDade.
Now Dr. Mary J. Packard comes
forward with a claim on the property, which she alleges was deeded to her by
the late Mrs. McDade for $17 a rod. The deed is duly signed, witnessed and
recorded, and Mrs. Packard is determined upon taking possession.
Mary McDade insists that it was the
intention of the late Mrs. McDade to transfer the 40 rods of the land in
question to Mrs. Packard, and that her ignorance was played upon, and that
without knowing what she was doing signed away the whole lot, which contains
61 rods.
Mrs. Packard found argument of no
avail and Wednesday concluded to take forcible possession, and visited the
cottage with that object in view. The visitor found the door locked, but
that was no barrier. She procured an axe and cut her way into the lower
tenement. After surveying the premises she left, but before departing
affixed a padlock on the door, so that it could not be opened by Mary McDade.
Her work did not frighten Mary McDade a little bit, for she maintained
control of the property and collected the rent.
Mrs. Packard, seeing that she could
not intimidate Mary McDade, is alleged to have conjured up a spirit in the
form of a woman to frighten her into relinquishing the property. The spirit
climbed up the stairs at Mary McDade's tenement at night and pounded upon
her door, but the occupant was not in the least disturbed. A man who lived
upstairs was not so brave. He met the spirit in the entry one night, clothed
in white, and before sunrise next morning his furniture was in the street
and was looking for another tenement.
The ghost business did not have the
least effect upon the heir under the will, and she has put the case into the
hands of a lawyer, who will wrestle with the ghost question and the disputed
title. In the meantime Mary McDade is lying in wait for the ghost with an
axe, and upon its next visit the spectre will receive a warm reception. |
