Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1872-11-27
THE MYSTERIOUS LADY OF THE
clone HOUSE,"

"On old Long Islands -girt
shore" is one of these picturesque spots
which, onece seen, daguerreotype them
selves upon the brain, to be forever as
sociated with our dreams of peace and
rest from the great world turmoil and
strife. And truly, as I first saw it, bath
ed in the light of a glorious midsum-
mer day, it seemed in its beauty to par
take more of heaven than of earth A
lovely panorama spread before my de-
lighted eyes, of hill and dale, of sunny
vineyards and breezy meadowland, [,
where mild-eyed cattle browsed knee,
deep in clover, of broad fields of wav-
ing grain and orchards rich in the
promise of golden harvest. Here and
there, perched upon the hills, were
lorldly villas, with their velvet lawns
or park-like belts of woodland, while
in the valleys nestled little, white, vine
covered cottages. And through all this
charming landscape wound shining
r1vulet singing over the pebbles and
serving like silvery thread to bind all
these beautiful scenes to the sparkling
waters of Long Island Sound, which,
dotted with innumerable sails, reflect
ed the blue sky half yelled by curtains
of heecy clouds.
On such day the little village doz-
ing peacefully in the midst of this para
disc was awakened from is accustomed
lethargy by an event of great impor-
tance, which was no more nor less than
an arrival at the 60 Lone House, Now
the clone House" was situated on the
summit of hill rising gently from the
shore of beautiful little lake, whose
depths, fed by innumerable springs,
where the abode of shining trout that
sported the hvelong day. All fringed
about the willows, whose dropping
branches kissed the limpid waters, this
lakelet, set like lovely jewel in the
emerald shore, seemed fitted to be the
mirror of scenes of Arcadian simplicity
and happiness. But men had brought
their heart-burnings even here, and
doubt not wind and wave and graceful
willows whispered strange tales to each
other in the long summer days.
But [ began to tell you about the
!F. Lone House." It was just large,
comfortable, modern, country mansion,
with no out-of- the-way hooks, no open
panels, no secret chamber, no ghost
Not even roomy old garret, filed
with the relics of bygone generations.
So, you see a ghost would have had no
business there. ---
It had at one time been the residence
of its owner, wealthy, handsome
young fellow, greatly petted by thela-
dies, and very much spoiled, [ grant
you, but still manly, high spirited
youth, and very well liked by men of
his very fashionable set. Of course,
this matrimonial prize was not suffered
to remain very long unappropriated,, J,
and match making mammas carried
their love membranes away from the
Saratoga croquet grounds, with sigh
when the rumor was confirmed that the
beautiful Ethel DeCharmes had cap
tured the fairy prince, and that the fol-
lowing winter would witness one of the
most fashionable weddings that had set
society in a futter for a long while.
The long-leoked for event transpired,
and the young belle and heiress became
Mrs. Macmillan Warner, and Max, as
every one called him, became, at least
While the honeymoon lasted, a most