Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1854-02-15
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THE HAUNTED GLEN.


A loveler spot than "-The Haunted Glen
is seldom found, though its name might indl.
cate it as being fearful place.
Here dwelt the beautiful Alice Hayward,
now in her eighteenth year.
She had long been betrothed to Harry
Weston, whose father owned the hlll-tarm
adjoining that of Mr.. Hayward, and prepa.
raiions were now being made for their APP
preaching marriage.
But there was onc-the dark-eyed cou-
sin of Harry-who thoug ht otherwise.
With a jealous eye he viewed his cousins
happiness, and that he might not witness its
consummation, left for B., from whence, it
was said he was soon to sail for Europe.
Soon after his departure, business called
Young Weston to the ncighhoring village ol
IT,, which required immediate and prompt
attention, to avert consequences OF the most
ruinous nature to his father.
10 relieve the anxiety of his parents as
much as possible, he promised to return
early in the evening; it was, therefore, a
matter of no little surprise to them that he
was not as prompt as usual, knowing as ne
did, that they would wait with sollcltude Tor
| his return.
"lt is very strange" said his mother
"that he does not come; something must
have ber;llen him, for he would not willing
ly aftlict us thus.
al cannot think what keeps him so late, .
returned his father, unless he went round
by the Glen, and has been induced by Hay.
ward to stay all night still, hardly think
he would do so, knowing, as he must, how
very anxious we should feel about him."
AS soon as morning dawned, Mr.. Weston
started for the glen, where he ascertained
that his son had not been since the morning
of the previous day, when he had called
hile on his way to the village.
What then could have become of him
In all probability he would taken the rSad
which, from the village, passed directly
through the hill farm, instead of going round
by the glen, as it was much nearer.
1t was searched; but no clue obtained
where with to unravel the mystery. The
news that Harry Weston was missing spreae
like wild fire through the town, and large
parties were raised, and a general search
commenced.
The day passed, and he was not found
yet throughout the night the search wa
kept up. They were about to give up the
search, when the shrill voice of Que Of the
company called out
"To the footpath it has not been search
ed yet"
"Yes, to the footpath, through the woods,
responded every one; and general rust
was made in that direction.
Hope sped them on, and they soon arriv
ed at the top of the hill, where, turning tt
the left they struck into the woods, ant
eagerly followed the path. Their way wa
much obstructed By the under-brush; still
they pressed onward, as if animated b,
some strange spell.
Already had the foot of Mr.. Weston
nerved by despair, mounted the totterin!
wall which lay in their way, when he sud
denly stopped, uttered an appalling cry, an
fell serseless to the ground.
His companions FASTENED to his assistance
and there discovered the cause of his fall i
the mangled remains of his son.
Yes, there lay the noble and manly forr
t of Harry Weston, and one glance told tn
dreadful truth-that he was dead
A litter was soon formed the body place
upon it, and conveyed by the sorrowin
group to his fathers dwelling.
Itwere in vain to attempt to describe tn
agony of his found mother. One vii
scream of broken hearted anguish escape
,, her lips, and she sank senseless beside h
, mangled corpse, and was aroused from hi
5 stupor only to long days and weeks of me,
tai abstraction, from which she never full
recovered
But there was another heart on which Il
tidings of Harry's death fell still more heaV
lyif possible. 1t was Mr.. Hayward's 81
/. task 10 break the dreadful intelligence to h
daughter. She listened in fearful silent
till the last word had fallen from his lip
J, then bowed her head in silent submission
the will of heaven. No tear was in h
! eve; the cheek, banched to snowy whit
: ness, alone told the inward struggle.
c At her earnest request, he was buried
what had ever been their favorite retreat,
sunny spot beside the little brook, at Il
foot Of the hill.
Her love for Harry had been founded
c deep respect for the noble qualities of Il
heart, and she could not bear that the ,ror
should know her grief; it was concealed b