And--he
went on the track of his wife, and he found her, and he shot her
dead; it was in all the papers at the time; then he disappeared.
Nothing had been seen of him since. Mrs. Dennison said that she
thought he had either made way with himself or got out of the
country, nobody knew, but they did know there was something wrong
with the house.
"'I knew folks acted queer when they asked me how I liked it when
we first came here,' says Mrs. Dennison, 'but I never dreamed why
till we saw the child that night.'
"I never heard anything like it in my life," said Mrs. Emerson,
staring at the other woman with awestruck eyes.
"I thought you'd say so," said Mrs. Meserve. "You don't wonder
that I ain't disposed to speak light when I hear there is anything
queer about a house, do you?"
"No, I don't, after that," Mrs. Emerson said.
"But that ain't all," said Mrs. Meserve.
"Did you see it again?" Mrs. Emerson asked.
"Yes, I saw it a number of times before the last time. It was
lucky I wasn't nervous, or I never could have stayed there, much as
I liked the place and much as I thought of those two women; they
were beautiful women, and no mistake.
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