DURING the Great War my sister was employed as nursery governess with
a family living in M———. One of her duties was to meet the oldest
child returning from school—and she was very frequently joined by her
fiancé, whose regiment was stationed quite near. Eventually “Dick”
was called to the front.
Six months passed, and, one day, my sister came to see me, looking
terribly distressed. She informed me that she knew “Dick” had been
killed. I advised her to get a good nerve tonic, thinking she was
overwrought through not having heard from him for two weeks. She
proceeded to tell me that during her usual walk to the school “Dick”
had walked with her all the way.
However, little over a fortnight after this, my sister again came to
see me. This time she handed me a letter she had just received from
one of “Dick's” brother officers, stating that he had been killed.
The date and hour given of “Dick's” death corresponded exactly with
the day and hour that my sister declared he had walked with her.