The Weiser semi-weekly signal. (Weiser, Washington Co., Idaho) 1904-1911, 1904-07-02


Long years before he had been blessed
with wife who both understood and
loved him. He had never forgotten
this fact and once year, presumably
on the anniversary of her death, it was
his custom to go to the cemetery where
she lay and to spend the whole day
under the shadow of the stone he had
raised to her memory. No matter what
the weather, no matter what the condi-
ton of his own health, he was always
to be seen in this spot, at the hour of
7, leaning against the shaft ON which
the name of his wife was written, eat
ing his supper In the company of his
dog.
So much for one oddly which may
stand as a sample of many others
One glance at the room into which he
ushered me showed why he cherished
so marked dislike for visitors. 1t
was bare to the point of discomfort,
and had 1t not been for certain
quaintness in the shape of the few ar
ticles to be seen there | should have
experienced a decided feeling of repul-
sion, SO pronounced was the contrast
between this poverty stricken interior
and the polished bearing Of its owner.
He am sure, could have shown no
more elevated manners If he had been
doing the honors of a palace. The or
gan, with the marks of home con-
struction upon it, was the only object
visible which spoke of luxury or even
comfort.
But enough of these possibly uninter7
esting details. did not dwell on them
myself except in a vague way and
while waiting for him to open the con-
versation. This he did as soon as he
saw that had no intention of speak
ing first.
And did you ind any one in the old
house?" he asked.
Keeping him well under my eye, re-
piled with intentional brusqueness:
''She has gone there once too ofteny'
The stare he gave me was that Of an
actor who feels that some expression
of surprise is expected from him.
"Shef'' he repeated Whom can you
possibly mean by she?"
The surprise expressed at this bold
attempt at righteousness was better
simulated than his, / hope.
"You don't known | exclaimed. "Can
you live directly opposite place of
such remarkable associations and not
interest yourself in who goes In and
out of its deserted doors?"
II don't sit in my front window" he
peevishly returned.
/ let my eye roam toward a chair
standing suspiciously near the very
window he had designated.
but you saw the lighty' sug-
| gested
II saw that from the doorstep when
went out to give Ridge his usual
five minutes breathing spell on the
stoop. But you have not answered my
Veronica Jeffrey" / replied. "Sht
who was Veronica Moore. She ha:
visited this haunted house of hers fol
| the last time"
Last timer Either he could not o.
would not understand me.
what has happened to my niece?'
| he cried, rising with an energy tina
/ displaced the great dog and sent him
with hanging head and trailing tail, tt
his own special sleeping place under
the table. HAS she run upon a ghos
| In those dismal apartments? You In
/ terest me greatly. ] did not think sh,
| would ever have the pluck to visit thi,
house again after what happened a
her wedding"
"She has had the pluck" I assuret
| him, "and, what is more, she has ha'
enough of it not only to re-enter TIL
house, but to re-enter 1t alone. AT least
such is the present inference. Had yol
been blessed with more curiosity ant
Uncle David hears of