The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1870-10-27
From tile Chicago Times.
TWO GRAVEYARD ROMANcES.

life had been prominently cOnnecIeu Will
cemetery. Possessing good memory, and
vivid appreciation of salient points in his ex-
perience, he is raconteur of more than aver
age ability. One or two of his anecdotes so ad-
mirably illustrated some phases of human ma
ture, that they seem to be worthy of reproduc-
ton. The first may be termed
THE DIsCoNsoLATE HUSBAND.
Queer things take place around a graveyard.
A fellow that is on the outside track doesn't
know anything about it. tell you there's ar
internal amount of sham going on whlch no.
body knows anything about.
There was man named Brecht, who was IN
the brewing business, and who had made pile
of money He was young man, and when L
first knew him had only been married few
months. His wife was mighty handsome wo-
man, and he Just loved her to death, and moro
too. They lived in fine style, and were the
happiest pair IN Chicago. -. n
Well. one day she took sick and died. Thun-
der how that man took on! And ne was right
about it, too for prettier and more lovable
little woman could be found nowhere
They had a grand funeral The cofnn was
ly buried under rare and expensive flowers.
Brecht was wild in his grief. He did not own
any lot, and for the time being the body was
put in the vault When they had finished the
ceremonies and were about to leave, Brecht
was wild and had to be forcibly carried away
by his friends. His cries were heart-rendering.
A week later, he sent for me. | went to his
Office. He was pale and thin, and seemed to be
wearing away with grief. He said he had sent
for the purpose of having some work done In
the cemetery. He wanted lot, the finest that
could be had l suggested that we visit the
spot, so that he could make his selection for
himself. He agreed, and we drove out to the
ground.
He was very particular; and it was long
time before he could decide upon what he wan
ted. Nothing was good enough. After ne had
pitched upon the lot, he said:
'Tll tell you now what want. You know
how loved my wife"-and here sobs and tears
interfered with his utterance He resumed af-
ter while:
"Now want you to clear up this lot for
monument. Underneath this monument want
YOU to excavate vault 1t must be the depth
and length of an ordinary grave, and wide
enough for two"
sFor twow
eyes, for two. I want it built of solid ma
sonry, with the top to be covered by single
flat stone upon which the monument will rest
when the two for whom the vault is built shall
rest there"
"But who are the two if I may askp"
"Why, my darling wife and myself" answered,
with slight touch of asperity in his tone, as II
he did not like it that any one should not know
at once what two were meant.
And then he wandered off toward the central
vault with a downcast air.
I went to work upon his lot. The excavation
was wide enough for two cofiins, allowance be-
ing made for the stone work. At a good deal
of trouble, procured single stones for the bot
tom and sides, so much that each would be In
but single piece. Each Of these was carefully
dressed and matched, for he had told me he
wanted the best job possible, regardless of ex-
pense All this work took time, but in about a
month had the thing as good as finished up
to the level of the surface.
One morning, while at breakfast, resolved
to go down and see Brecht, and get some idea
about the size of the base for the monument.
Just about then, he drove up. There was moth
ing surprising about this except his coming so
early, for he had been up, at first, almost every
day, to see how the work was getting along.
II want you" said he, ito go out to the lot
with me-"
'But Pm eating my breakfast. Can't you
wait till I finish?"
"No, Pm in great hurry. Itwon'ttake but
q few minutes"
So went out with him. Wereached the lot,
and he walked up to the edge of the vault, and
looked into it for long time.
"Do you know" he said, finally, "that l am
about to make small alteration in this work z"
'sNo. Is there anything wrong?"
"Nothing; it is beautiful and substantial
job. 1t couldn't be done better, but"-here he
hesitated.
"Weil" said, "what do you want changed"
He looked thoughtfully into the vault for a
moment.
"Mr. Williams, you understand that I am
yet quite young man."
"Certainly, not an old man, by a long ways"
"True. Well, now, see here. want you to
take up the sides of the vault and enlarge so,
as to hold one more for I've made up my mind
that-that-I shall want-to marry again p
1t was all 1 could do to keep from laughing
in Brecht's face. However, obeyed orders.
After a while, the body in the main vault was
moved into it. There are still two vacancies in
it. But Brecht is married again, and was so in
ten months after his Darling" was taken from
him.
THE DIsCoNsoLATE WIFE.
One day, there was grand funeral 1t was
that of an old gentleman. Among the mourn
ers was his young wife. She was inconsolable.
Such q picture of woe | never saw. They
would not let her descend from the carriage
while the coffin was being lowered into the
grave. When the body was down, and shovel
full of dirt was thrown in, she uttered q pierc-
ing shrek, thrust her arms and body through
the window of the carriage, and cried: so let
me go! Let me go! Let me go down in the
grave and be buried with him p
Those within pulled her back, or she would
have sprang out and thrown herself into the
open grave. Then they drove away, while the
air rang with her shrieks.
Her husband was gentleman of about six
ty, and she was not more than twenty three or
four Two or three years before, he had been
travelling in Europe. He stopped for long
time at Berlin, and boarded with private fam
ily. 1t was a daughter of this family that he
married Soon after, they came to America,
and commenced housekeeping in Chicago.
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