Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1873-03-15
A MOUNTAIN ROMANCE.

NorE.-Sarah Jane Winemiller wa'
convicted at the October term, 1871, o
the Circuit Court of Upshur county o
incendiarism, in burning log meeting
house, and sentenced to three years IL
the penitentiary. The meeting house
was the one in which Rev. Brown, faith
er of the girls inamorta, usually preach
ed. She was pardored, however, b,
Gov. Jacob, on the 22nd of November
1872.
But John Cole tells us about it wit
more particularly and better rhyme, n
follows
What I'm about TO tell you
Shall be the naked truth.
A youth did love 4 maiden fair.
That maiden loved the youth,
Tis but simple story, then,
And very sad to tell
1t happened in the settlement
OF arnsworth and Pinnell.
In Buckanon township, and
Quite near Buchanan town,
There lived this youth of tender years
Whom people called Lang Brown.
And he did woo that maiden young,
OF very lengthy name,
OF which the first three letters were
The charming Sarah Jane.
Bnt when their rash intentions were
Unto their parents brung.
Those parents wouldn hear to it,
The children were SO young.
And Sarah took "connip,ion fits,
When papa went To tell her
She still must bear the maiden name
Of Jenny Winniemeller.
While Lang Brown too a bride up
Which round his neck he tied,
And went into the stable loft
Intent on suicide.
On second thought, that act so rash
Might make the matter worse
lie wisely took the bride off
And put it on horse.
Aud on that horse he mounted up
And galloped down the lane,
Hell-bent on leaving his old dad
And taking Sarah Jane
But soon his hopes were shivered all,
And Sarah Jane went pale,
To hear Lang Brown WAS taken up
And lodged in Upshur Jail.
Then right unto the Jail she went,
A piteous song she sang.
OF how those iron prison doors
Divided her from Lang.
"Oh, will share your lot, said she,
Said faithful Sarah Jane,
His lot was the corner then,
OF Locust street and Main.
Said she, Dear Lang, III take a chnnI
And 90 to yonder hill
And fire that little knowledge shop,
Your fathers gospel mill.
Then up she took the blazing brand,
This cl armilg, loving Sarah,
And burnt that old log meeting house,
Twas quite incendiary.
And so straightway they took her up,
And "hiked" her off to town,
And cast her into prison with
Her ginger blood, Lang Brown.
And then he clasped her TO his heart
And swore that she was "hsn.
But soon he grew so sick of love,
He bursted out of prison.
He wandered thro' the woods awhile,
But couldn't live alone,
While in the prison Sarah slept,
Who was bis blood and bone.
For Lang went free, while she went TO
The Penitentiary 1
But she no more forgot her love
Than did old Enoch Arden
I'm happy to inform you all
She's got the Gov'nors pardon.
And now they'll have a happy home,
In palace or i'll hovel,
Except It's true, this story ends
Like any other novel. .
So he did leave the lonely woods
And to the Jail did run,
Surrendered up himself without
The firing of a gun.
1t was a noble thing to see,
This lovely selfdenial,
Save that so bad a thing should bc
As happened at the trial.
Lang smiled as they acquitted him,
But soon his hopes grew willy
The verdict did go on 10 say
That Sarah Jane was guilty.
And thus il went, like all true love,
In channels quite contrary
MORAL
If you, upon bridal tour,