Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-01-29

lWneh L emerged from this damp, dismal
piace-was glad to sun myselfina short
lived CLEAN that fingered longer ON the
terrace than elsewhere.
There was much about this Black
Pool and Black Walk in what learned
from Marg'ret concerning Greystone
Hall. My sickly smile met no answer
| ing smile, when observed lightly, that
| answering smile, when | observed light
ly, that of course, that such place was
haunted. | received only one evasive
reply, which heightened my appetite for
| the unwholesome food ola ghostly story,
which was sure Marg'ret could tell me.
She stood looking over these black tree
tops, beyond, and far away, toward the
Western sky, down which the sun sloped
rapidly. 1t was not that day that |
heard anything of the story of the pool
from Marg'ret; but / went home, deter
mined that | would hear it--and hear it
! did on subsequent occasion. This
is how the Black Pool first fell into i'll
repute.
Before Marg'ret's time, young mas
ter of Greystone Hall brought a fair
bride home to the old house very late in
the year At Christmas there was to
be a grand gathering of the scattered
members of two very large families, and
a merry festival it was expected to be.
On the morning of the day before Christ
mas Day, and the young husband rose
early and looked out. Snow had been
falling, softly, silently, all the night thro'
ithad spread a white pail over all nature.
This was novel sight to the young mas
ter, who had been abroad for years, and
had wooed and won his bride i'll for
eign land. A boyish longing to be out
amid this white, decp-lying snow, seized
him. Without awaking his wife, he left
the house. The servants were idle I'M
der the loose government of young ru-
lers; few of them were stirring; no one
Of them met his master .a
The wife awoke, little conscious that
she had slept away herlast hours Of earth
ly peace and happiness. No one could
tell herany thing OF her husband, forwhom
she enquired eagerly. Never mind! he
was planning some pleasant surprise; but
it was wrong OF him to be so long lie
was to the town, and some one detained
him; but he ought to have Told her,
But his horse was safe in the stable, and
he so seldom walked far: Wilder grew
the wite,s suppositions as the hours wore
away YEARLY. Was the snow deep :?
could any one be lost in it? Only in the
moor hollows; nothing could have taken
him there. They strove to re-assure her
| She sent out messengers TO the shore, to
the town, to ride over the moora; day
| light failed, and they delayed to return.
1t was Christmas Eve. All day guests
had poured in; each new arrival distrac-
ting the poor child--shc was very young
with fresh suggestions and attempts
at consolation. Nothing could keep him
much longer-he had walked to the town
would return with this friend OF the
other. Meanwhile they dressed her for
the evening dance, in her bridal-dress
and wreath, and veil, that she might be
ready when he should come. She shiy-
cred and shook, and was as white as the
Christmas snow. When no one saw, she
stole out alone; she was wei nigh mad
dened by vague dread, and stole out INFO
the cold snow, to commence a vague
search The love-and-fcar quickened
senses Of that poor, white bride noted
signs no other searcher had hooded
She followed the track Of footprints, dis
tinct from all the rest for her 1t was a
bright night, the stars shining in crys-
tal-clcar, cold sky. She followed those
footsteps down the little-Used fir-walk to
the pool (callcd Black from that time.)
< - a shrill cry Of sharp, sudden
agony, startled the eXpectant guests in
warm and lighted rooms; it blanched all
checks. No wonder il those of dark
faced watcher by the Window cousin
to the bridegroom and, gossip said, Il
former lover of the bride's-shoWed an
ashen pallor. 1t sent thrill of horror
though the busy servants, making them
pause to gaze on each other aghast; ring
/ inc out clear on the frosty silence, it
struck awe into travellers on the high
way, and appalled, the messengers riding
into the courtyard, weary and benumbcd,
and bringing no tidings. 1t was wo-
mans cry! Where was the young wife?
There was but one opinion as to the
spot from which the cry came. In few
moments a group Of fear stricken folks
were gathered round the pool. n frag-
ment OF white veil hung on a snag at
the waters edge. Truly, it was bridal
veil to which the fragment belonged?
Two bodies were found Vhen the pool
was dra@ged-the white wife lay by her
pale husband on the death cold couch of
snow at the pools brink The dark
watcher by the window, 4 man even
Younger than the, bridegroom, threw
himself down at the brides cold feet, in
agony of frantic grief, wiktily calling up
on her name. The two who lay dead
before him were his nearest relatives
No one wondered at the passionate grief
that settled into morbid melancholy; no
one wondered that he FASTENED from the
scene of thist tragedy, when the doubly-
welded couple were laid in one grave,
and for years was never heard of in those
parts. Noone suSpectcdfoulplay. The
pool was known to be very deep; and
he snow had drifed into a dangerous
oyerhanging ridge: he had been heed
less, and had fallen in. 1t was not till
the death of an old, old crone who had
laid out the bodies, that whisper got
about Of there having been marks Of
violence on the dead mans throat. In
the dim light and the Mortified confiIs-
ion no one had sought or had seen these,
The woman's silence had been purchased,
or some mistake made as to the import
of her death-bed rawlings. The heart
struck and bereaved cousin had kept the
key of the door where the corpses lay,
Jealous of anyeyes but his own on them.
lie was terrible in his grief, and people
shrank from him.
| ILiS is how the BIack Pool first carne