The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1874-12-23

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high rank, who had led i very Wild and DISCO
lutte life, but now desired TO settle down on
his estate aud take to himself wife, who
would preside over his household in 4 fitting
fashion. Being rich and handsome his wick
edness went for naught, and soon he was
betrotlled TO a lovely lady, whose family were
pleased with the alliance and who brought
him fine fortune.
The wedding was celebrated with great
pomp and when he brought his bride home
to his palace, the poor Of the place as usual
gathered about the door, and ones. withered
old beggar woman-being loud in her praises
of the lady's beauty, and begging to be per-
mitted to present her with a bouquet of white
wild flowers that she had gathered in the
woods.
ga poor offering, my lady," said the wo-
man, "but all the poor gypsy has to give"
The lady took the flowers with smile, and
dropped a coin into the gypsy's hand. As
she entered the door she bent her lovely head
and inhaled the perfume of the flowers.
The servants remembered the action and
her-smile as sic passed into her apartment
leaning on her husbands arm, for it was tile
last they ever saw Of her. An hour after she
lay Dead and all the doctors in Madrid could
not tell what had killed her.
The young widower was very sad for long
time, but by and by he began to find life
bright once more, and chose for himself a
second wife. This lady was younger and
lovclier than the first, but not SO rich. Her
predecessors fate did not alarm her, FOR she
was strong and full of health. Death seemed
to be very far from so radiant a creature as
she stood before the church altar and
plghted her troth to the man with whom she
hoped 10 pass her life; but those who re-
membered the first wife's fate shuddered, as
at the fall of evening she entered the gates of
her husbands villa. The same old gypsy who
had greeted the former bride stood amidst the
crowd.
g Heaven and the saints bless you, lady 7"
she cried. g | greeted her who came here and
faded like flower. May you live until your
hair is as white as mine Flowers are all
have to give. Will you honor me by taking
them, ladye
The bride as the other bride had done, ac-
cepted the Offering, and repaid the gift with
coin.
She held the blossoms loosely in her hand,
and passed into the hall. A banquet was pre-
pared and she paltook of it. Wine was on
the board she tasted it. When The dance
began none danced more gayly than the
bride. It was merry wedding and when
at last in the carly hours of morning the
music died away, the guests departed, and
the lamps were distinguished, the beautiful
girl turned with smiles and bushes to seek
her place Of rest. AS she crossed the TIRES
hold Of the hall she stopped and picked some
thing from the floor. s8sa
eMy poor gypsy's flower" she said II
will not reject the humble token of kind
ness - and bending her face over them she
passed out of sight. a
Half an hour afterward the husband en-
tered the bridal room. All was still The
lamplight fell over the pillow but no fair head
rested upon them. lie looked about him in
a far corner Of the room lay what looked like
heap of runpled satin, at first sight He
advanced toward IT. and saw % hand that
grasped convulsivcly a little bunch of white
flowers and, with cry of horror, cast him
self beside the. body of his bride. She was
dead she bore nowound; no sign of injury
about her.. Again the physicians coulu ma
no cause ior Jug ' oea'h' ano peop'e oe ~
whisper tales of ayil spirits who haunted this
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,d ,,a.,t With true SPANISH callautry.
Donna Mora, who was Il widow, listened
not in pleased
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