The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-10-05

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HAD met and married Dorothy
while was holding the post of
physician on Transatlantic liner.
We had little home in Hoboken.
continued my trips for a few months,
but Dorothy's grief at every departure
added to her constant longing for her
early California home, influenced me
to make a change. Accordingly re-
signed my position and brought my
wife to her native state, to settle in the
southern town where she was born.
1t was a serious matter for young
doctor, with small capital, to at
tempt to establish practice in coun-
try town. Dorothy and had given it
long and deep consideration. She was
q woman of resources and economical
ingenuity, and we worked out our
plans and achieved success-in the
ory. My first practical effort was to
secure suitable house at reason
able rent. With this object in view
started out on the day of our ar
rival, leaving my wife at the hotel.
She was lying down when l returned
two hours later.
did you find house?" she asked
eagerly, as I entered.
Il have found one that may suit
us. If you are not too tired 1 would
like to take you to see it" I answered.
Dorothy's keen interest in our home
making would not allow her to think
OF fatigue, and she was soon ready to
start. The house was situated on
one of the older streets about ten min
utes' walk from the hotel. It was an
old house bearing evidence of contin-
ued years Of neglect. AS held tho
garden gate open for Dorothy saw
q look of disgust settle on her face.
why, Edward, what a dirty, dilapi-
dated old place"
''No, dear, not dilapidated, only dirty
and neglected"
for a doctors residence"
Don't pass a l,asty judgment, my
dear. Wait until you have seen it, and
tell you what the owner will do in
repairing and cleaning"
unlocked the front door and we en-
.ered a spacious hall with large rooms
On both SIDES A wide staircase led
to the upper rooms. The look of dis
gust never left Dorothy's face, as, with
her skirts gathered un, she stepped
lightly over the dusty floors.
eft has been a fine house." she COM
mented, with strong accent on the
'.has been"
When cleaned, painted and fur
nished it will be pleasant and home
like" answered. Then I proceeded
to give her a detailed account of the
repairs that the owner had promised
to make. l reminded her that the
house was large enough for Office and
cheap.
"That makes me suspicious" she
said in an argumentative tone. "Why
has this house remained so long with
out tenant, and why is the owner
willing to make such extensive repairs
and rent at SO low figure?"
"He will rent it at that price only
upon condition that we take it for two
years at least"
Edward, there is something about
this house that puzzles me. l fancy
that have seen it before to-day. The
staircase and the little conservatory
off the dining room and the wide
veranda running around the house-all
these seem dimly familiar"
For some moments she stood silent,
her eyes wandering restlessly. The
look of perplexity suddenly changed
to one of horror, as, with little cry,
she dropped her skirts and grasped
my arm.
"Now know, Edward. You remcm-
Der what told you about Fred Lang
ton, who was cashier in fathers bank ?
Well, this was where he lived. Father
brought me here once when l was q
little girl, but l had almost forgotten
tho place. At the time of the robbery
all the coin was taken from the bank.
Father suspected Mr.. Langton, but he
hadn't sufficient proof to substantiate
a charge. After father died from over
work and worry, Mr.. Langton commit
ted suicide in one of the upper rooms.
The peculiar circumstances surround
ing the bank robbery and his tragic
death created sensation. Shortly
after the tragedy the report spread
that Mr.. Langton's ghost haunted the
scene of his death. That is why the
house has been vacant so long"
! smiled at her as she cast an APP
prehensive glance VI tie stairs aud
drew closer to ne