Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1870-01-25
MISCELLANEOUS.
tFrom the New York Democratic
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
We Buried Her at sundown.

We Buried Her at Shutdown.
To-day an old friend came to our private
room and asked:
"Didyou know --, of Milwaukee, when
you lived there ?"
Yes" ~
"Did you know his daughter, who attended
the - Ward school 2"
Mot the very pretty Girl. who was so quick,
attractive, and so full of promise ?"
THE same"
"What Of her? 1t is years since then
since we saw her in school one day. little
innocent girl-the rride of her parents, and
the loved of all. What of her z"
''She is dead %
"WelI ?"
"she died in this city this morning early.
Poisoned herself last night; and the keeper
of tho house where she is says she must he
taken away this afternoon, for a dead person
in the house kills luck"
'Teil US more"
And he told us a heart-rending history
Years ago, nine as the calendar counts. the
one who had tired of life was child in Mil
waukee. distant city of the West. She was
quick. bright. attractive. and over petted to
her injury. Her temper was hot-her charms
many She lived for excitement She went
aside from the path her loved parents had s"
well walked and loitered in the bowers ofthat
incipient sporting life. where those enticed
slyly taste the fruit and inhale the perfume
of attractive flowers growing so beautifully on
deadly vines The poison went To her brain
tho early life became warped as present
pleasures were planted for future pains.
She came and went-she roamed and
romped like the butterfly that cares not for the
winter-she sat and rode. and walked and
talked, and rested with those who were feast-
ing on her young loveliness. till home became
irksome and. when those who loved her best
did kindly ask her of the present. she rebeled
and inhaled more of the poison, which drove
the good from the heart.
She thought bowers were houees-ramhles
here and there amid vines and flowers were
walks on the road to life.
And when the flower fell and the thorn
pricked her soul. instead of returning to the
true path and seeking only the love of one, she
tried other labyrinths. and yet others. But
alas The f"wers fell everywhere, and every
where the ugly thorns followed.
Then she left her home. Under veil and
an assumed name. she went to other cities
she came to this and drank deep of the prison
which gave fewer and yet fewer hours of
pleasure and more and more days of grief.
She was sought by this one-by that one.
She gave to this one and to that one. Keep-C
ing nothing for herself living only on the
froth, and never drinking deeply OF the pure
water beneath With her back upon hearts,
home, happiness, and true manly friendship,
she sought her home in the whirl. and lived
to float, and drift, aud be tossed from arm to
arm. as whim. fancy, or devil leading passion
drew the ribbon. or shot glances from watching
eyes that were but detectives for baser souls
within.
With our friend we went to her room. Up
Broadway. and then into side street. the ring
of a door bell brought negro woman to open
the walnut door Of palace, so called. Up
stairs to beautifully furnished bed room
three of us. beside the undertaken and his
assistant with plain coffin.
SOftly-in here. All! She will not waken.
We looked. and the tears came into our eyes,
for all she was but a dead unfortunate She
was once a girl-once woman-once loved
child, beside whose little bed fond parents
have stood and gazed on her sleeping beauty,
and thanked God for her coming.
Finery everywhere. Silks. jewelry. articles
of the toilet-pictures on the wall. dresses
spotted by wine, books of prose and poetry.
A slipper on her right foot-siIk st ckings
fstcd her beautiful aukle-a little plain gold
and three diamond rings on the fingers of rhe
left hand, with a single stone diamond ring
on the fore-fnger of the right. 4 watch and
chain lay noseless on the bureau. stopped at
Is minutes past four Wonder if her life ran
down then? God only knows! a little
white kitten. with ribbon of blue about its
neck, was sleeping on the pillow; beside her
was an empty ounce vial, which had contained
laudanum
She lay partly across the bed-one hand
under her head. as if slee png-her beautiful
hair disheveled, but such sad sick. desolate
look on her face, the tears would not keep
back.
She had died as she lived. in her finery-
In her hand was letter-a good kind heart
written letter from one who had known her
who for years had tried to save her. for he
loved her dearly. And the letter. With this
chapter, was sent to the writer. miles away,
that lie may know that the wayward giddy.
whirling. careless. beautiful. thoughtiess girl
he loved. for all she was not true to herself,
was taken to quiet grave by ones who have
kind hearts. and who will never reveal his
secret, for thus do those fraternally bound by
each other.
She has gone, poor, heartwretched, ,desOlats