Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-08-16

"I'm only speaking the truth, F" said
Mrs. Pepper.
But it soon transpired that Mrs.
Cones VISITORS, like Barnum's happy
happy family, couldnot agree.
Miss Haidee Clare could mot write
without the accompaniment OF per-
feet silence. The little Etfinghams
could not divert themselves without
the boots and shrieks peculiar to
their tender years. and both Mrs.
Clare and Mrs Etiingham took ex-
eeption to the mourntul banjo notes
on which Andromeda Falkland was
wont OF an evening to bewail her
blighted love.
"rhey are quarreling like cats and
dogs" sighed Lally to her husband.
Let 'em quarrel" said Aldrieh.
what larks, mar said Erskine
Eftingham one afternoon as he
returned from a successful raid upon
the hens nest in the burn. We've
got to take our hammocks and cro-
quet out OF the Maple lot
What for?" petulently inquired
his mother.
Cousin Aldrich has sold it,"
"Sold it? How very inconsiderate
OF himl" said Mrs Ettingham. Sold
it to whom?"
ITO the cemetery people.
"Whatr'
THE a-te-ry people" enunciat-
ed Master Erskine. "The railroads
u-goin' right through the old grave
yard, and they've got to have a new
place. l heard Cousin Aldrich tell
the carpenter to bring that load OF
fence post right off, and heard him
say, too, that it didn't matter so
much, because there had already
been two or three interments there.
"Interments!" grasped Mrs, Etting-
hnm, under our very windows"
Goodness gracious me! | never
heard OF such n thing!"
IF you phase, mn ma" said Della,
the nurse, that accounts for il"
Accounts for what?"
"rhe ghost, mum, all in whiten'
uttered Della, with chattering teeth
Il seen it last night, mum, MS the
church clock struck twelve; an seen
it the night before. An don't won
der, ma'am, the poor dead bodies
bein' dug up and scattered around
this way. And if you phase, ma 'am,
you'll suit yourself at once, for not
another week will Delin O'Rourke
live next door to IL churchyarG
MA, ma" whispered Florence
Effingham, who had eagerly devour-
ed every word of the discussion. Pm
afraid of ghosts. Della says ghosts
come aiteri little girls if they don t."
"Will you hush?" said Mrs. Effing-
ham, clasping her hands in despair.
"Aldrich, what is this? Have YOU
sold the Maple lot?'
Sold it! Why shouldn't II" said
Mr.. Crone, who just then came in
with string ofspeckled brook trout.
They offered me capital price, and
I'm not rich man"
But to n cemetery"
Il don't know n quieter neighbor
than a cemetery" said Aldrich.
And I'm told" said Mrs. Effing-
ham, with a shudder, that some in.
terments have already taken pInce!"
II didn't suppose you'd mind it,
Aunt Dillingham;" said the young
hose.
Mind it, Why, it's semi-bar
barous proceeding'' cried the lady.
DO we live in civilized country, or
do we not?"
Mar screeched Rudolph Efing-
ham, the second son, jerking at the
maternal skirts, heres d load OF
lumber at the bars, a real big lond.
Do you suppose that's to make the
collins out of"
Just then Miss Clare stalked, a Ia
Lady Macbeth, upon the scene.
II attach no importance to vulgar
superstition" SAID she, glaring at
Mrs. Effingham, with whom she was
no longer ON speaking terms. cot
the dead | entertain no fear. But
the living are quite different thing.
And certainly saw a-man, Cousin
Aldrich, prowling about these prem.
ises last night, with dark lantern. F"
"The ghost!" squeakpd Della. II
seen him, too! did, with these eyes,
the blissid saints betune me and all
harm! Oh! OH oh!n
Heace, iOOllSh woman. said Hal
dee. This was no shade! IL was d
burly thief, intent no doubt on mis-
chief. saw him try to open the back
parlor shutter, and then Neighbor
Foxley's wagon drove by, and he dis
appeared as ifby magic. And Iwant
you to understand, LaIIy," to Mrs.
Gone, that can't stand the nervous
shock of this sort OF thing. NV pro-
fession requires that should be sur
rounded by peaceful calm. leave
here tomorrow
can III go wild yez," said Della. II
can't sleep nights in d place where
burglarsis climbin' up the trellis work,
and poorghosts come stalkin' around
when the church clock strikes mid
night, and whole wagon load more
comm, tomorry or next day, from
the cimetery! Och, hone! the like of
it niver was heard before!"
Ma. ma! can't we go, too? We're
afraid to stay Mt Blossom Hedge