Free Ghosts along the Texas Coast by Docia Schultz Williams

neighbor’s servant had no effect, Mr. Glaevecke ordered his release; but Mrs. Yznaga, who is sorely perplexed, ordered him to Matamoros, until quiet shall be restored. This morning Mr. Glaevecke caused the arrest of another of the Yznaga’s male servants, and for a time it seemed the firing ceased; but it was only temporary, and about ten o’clock today it recommenced.
    In company with Mayor Carson, Sheriff Brito and others, a
Democrat
reporter visited the premises and witnessed an ocular demonstration of the singular performance. He found abundant evidence of the attack. On all sides were brick and fragments of brick, and sixteen shattered windows and broken crockery on every hand confirmed the rumors that had prevailed. He found Mr. Glaevecke haggard, his daughter careworn, and the servants trembling with fright. A boy servant, Anastasio, bore many wounds; his head was bandaged and one of his feet was swathed in linen and arnica, while his limbs and body bore abrasions and contusions. He seems to have been singled out by the enemy for an especial target, and whenever he appeared in the yard he received their fire. Mr. Glaevecke also had a wounded hand.
    The objective point seems to be the kitchen and the dining room, and this morning the firing was incessant, so that the family was obliged to abandon the kitchen and send to a neighbor’s for breakfast. While we were investigating, a brick struck the house with considerable force, shortly followed by another. John Clark dodged into a corner, the servants scattered, the mayor tried to appear unconcerned but failed. The reporter was unmoved; he had come to see, and this was what he wanted.With the air of a veteran he walked to the door to obtain a better view. A full grown brick howled over the alley like a cannon ball; two more rebounded from the roof. The reporter had gratified his curiosity and was willing to go. Mayor Carson suddenly recollected that he had business at the office, and we were hastily joined by Mr. Clark, who appeared to think His Satanic Majesty had visited Brownsville to protest against the observances of the Sunday law.
    At the time these missiles were thrown there were three policemen in the yard, who saw nothing of them until the concussion was heard. And of all that have been hurled none have been seen by those on watch till they reached the house. Not only have policemen been thus baffled, but squads and throngs of neighbors who have been on the qui vive have been also deluded. This afternoon the daughter received a contusion on the head while overseeing the dinner, and the doors had to be closed and windows protected.
    Among the many who were attracted to the strange scene this evening was Mr. Yturria, the extensive wholesale merchant on Elizabeth Street. While awaiting developments he was hit, without warning, on the head by a brick, which inflicted a severe scalp wound. And tonight we learn that the fusillade is more brisk than ever.
    The missiles fell at intervals during the day and up to about nine o’clock at night, which would seem to indicate that it is the work of human hands. On the other hand, every vigilance has been employed to discover the author without avail. Policemen and citizens have been hit while watching, and sufficient numbers have been on the alert to cover ordinary range. Clerk Glaevecke discounts the idea that any supernatural agency is employed, and firmly believes it is the work of the neighbor’s servants, who will be arrested tonight.?
THE LATEST
    Quoted by the
Daily Express
from
the
Democrat
, a few days later:
    The firing of brickbats at county clerk Glaevecke’s house ceased on Saturday night, and the invisible fiend rigidlyobserved the Sunday law, and the occupants had begun to think that peace had come with the arrest of Mr. Yznaga’s remaining servants. But on Monday, at about 10 o’clock, it recommenced. Mr. Yznaga returned home on Sunday, and aided Mr. Glaevecke in every way to