The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1878-08-02
ROMANCE OF A WAYSIOE INN.
STRANGE STORY OF AN OLD TAVERN.

On the outskirts of Tarrytown, on the
the Hudson, there is an old fashioned tav-
eTn with wide, low rooms, a square corri-
dOI, wherein the stairway makes three
turns ; three fire places, roonly clusets, in
viting piaZZaS, all i'll admirable order-well
furnished, we'll cared for, aud last, but not
least, comfortable looking landlord, who
leads the way to a pleasant sitting room
with an air that seems to say, GU city
folks can get something here that is appo-
;iZing-brUIled chicken, fresh vegetables
aud real cream II he thinks SO he GER.
tainly keeps his promise, for his daily menu
is excellent. This jolly landlord is pleased
To show his house to strangers, aud de-
lights in telling them the old stories con-
nected with it, which have grown into le-
gends, if they will only listen. Throwing
open the door at the head of the stairway
he poses himself with
This is the Red Room. A sweet lady
from tue West, who was LOST III that dread
full steamboat accident out there two years
ago, occupied this room for weeks just be-
fore she died. She was bewitched with
the scenery, the walks and the drives about
here, and never tired of asking questions
about Washington IIving-had he ever
been in this house? aud when | told her
that he had thousand times, and that
when his funeral procession passed the
door, and the public school children were
stationed on either side of the road with
wreaths aud flowers in their hands to do
his memory honor, the tears ran down her
checks. | sent for some of the ivy which
arows on youder church walls, and gave it
To her to take home. You know that lrv-
ing brought it from the home of Sir Walter
scott, Abbotsford, Scotland. Now this is
the Blue Room"
~What of this room? any romance ?' We
asked.
mot exactly" says mine host. "a
bachelor comes here every summer on his
way (he pretends) 20 Saratoga, brings his
horses and carriages aud servant. He al
WAYS has had this room. 1t vas all stuff
that he Just came here TO be quiet. Why
| h. was forever going down the road to see
Miss L, or else sitting on the piazza IN
the morning to see her drive by. My eyes
but she was a sumner and the way sue
handles her ribbons and talks to those
horses is funny. don't believe bel come
this summer for she got married last win
ter TO All old widower who took her of to
| a county town in New Jersey and kept her
there in real Blue Beard style for three
| months, aud then whisked her away TO
Europe without letting anybody know 1t.
No. no, my bachelor of the Blue Room
won. come this summer; his butterfly is
| caught"
"And this ia the Green Room ?' saidAwe
| as we passed into the next apartment ad-
Joining. What a gloomy room y
'T never come here" said the landlord,
s'after dark, if | can help it-and always
| put bridal couples here, cause they don t
mind how gloomy it isl lac added, slyIy.
There's a story about this room. 1t
| pretty long. Guess you had better make
yourself comfortable, aud 81: down while l
| tell l.:
Its about twenty years ago last winter
| since the beginning of the circumstances
| happened which makes this room So gloomy
| to me- A lonely woman died here and she
| had strange history. | was sitting IN th Q
| bar room one awful colo night until 1t was
very late with some cronies, and we were
telling stories aud drinking ho1 flip. Oh:
| how it showed and the wind howled, ana
| it seemed as though Old Nick himself was
| let loOse-til! my comrades were AFRAID 10
| go home, aud | said
"Boys, let's keep it up till daylight.
"Just then there came rap at the hali
| door, very low at first, then louder. we
were all scared, and did not dare to go ana
see who was there. At last we went IN q
| body and carried a light, and when we
| opened the door something fell into the
| hall, all covered with snow, and little
| chiId's cry came from the bundle. pick
| ed the bundle up-a woman IN her nlght>
| dress, bare footed, with cloak thrown
| over her shoulders and over baby. Great
| God. how we looked at each other when
| we saw that woman's face, for !; was tue
| rranoest lady who lived about mere,
| beauty aud the boast of the country. Her
| home was mora than a mile away down Oy
the river. Oh, what could 1t all mean /!