The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1878-11-06

sue became Mrs. Rowland. lie had. II
/ fact about the most uncomfortable tenn
I per ever saw displayed in a man. ;,
I violent was he at times, that | commonl,
wondered why he had not long befor,
got himself shot tor incorporate insolenc,
IN one of his fits of passion. Anothe
popularity of his was evinced in FIRE
quent lonely waHderings quite away
from the hotel, from which journeys b,
would not return for DAYS together
These disappearance were accounted fol
by the captain by various sporting ex
cuses, and we certainly should have fell
no interest in them had it not been for
the incident which | now relate.
One day Mort and | started of on d
trip on our own account ostensibly tor
fishing purposes, but really for my friend
to obtain a sketch of a charming vista
which had not as yet been discovered
by his lynx-eyed ass iciates. Our Jour
ney led Us some twenty miles from the
hotel; We travelled portion Of the way
in an open wagon, and then footed II
toward the point desired
On our route we passed pretty farm
house. which We eyed with the gratItca
ton which some rural scenes always al
forded US, and should have thought no
more of it hal we not suddenly espled
Capt. Rowland accompanied by young
lady, engaged in earnest and apparently
excited conversation.
The lady was seated on little knoll
hundred wards or so from the house, ana
the captain stood beside her, leaning
with one hand on the tree beneath whose
shades she sat listening to his words.
We were out of sight OF them IN mo
ment and with few remarks as to Miss
Sanfeld's probable appreciation of the
scene if she had witnessed it, we con-
tinued on our way.
Guides had preceded us with tent
and sundry appurtenances, and on
reaching the spot selected for our encamp-
ment we found these duly arrived and
in order, and located ourselves for the
night, Mort intending to make his sketch
the next morning.
1t was a bright, starlight evening; we
were located just on the edge of pretty,
Drawing brook, and as we sat, after
delicious trout supper, smoking our
pipes and chatting lazily, we felt about
rs comfortable as was practicable. Twi-
light had faded suddenly, and just as
the stars became rather necessary for
purposes, a shrill scream
startled us from our seats on an old log,
and thrilled US to the very marrows.
One of the guides said:
"That was a woman's scream, and
near by"
Then we dashed in the direction of
the sound, which led us straight down
the courses of the brook. A few mo-
ments brought us to the outlet of the
little stream, and as Mort and [ turned
a projecting rock we came upon a thrill
ing scene indeed.
Mort saw it first, and crying, my
dream my dream p he fell fiat on his
face in a dead faint. And as l stood
over him, leaning forward, the moon
shone full upon the original of the paint
ing l had seen in Morris studio in New
\ ork.
Here was the cascade and the black
pool; there were the gray moon and the
1istaut mountains. The gnarled roots
and fibres twisted together far beneath
me in the clasp of fair white arm, and
the white figure rose and fell with the
rise and fall Of the running stream.
And on the bank opposite, PROSTATE on
his knees, shading his eyes with his
hands, while he peered into the rocky
ohasm, was Capt. Rowland.
Even as [ looked he rose to his feet,
and, throwing his hands wildly in the
air, fed from the scene. The noise of
the falling water had prevented him
from observing our approach, and 1t was
for us to reach him. 1t took
Us full quarter of an hour to get to the
bottom of the little ravine, and longer
vet ere our united efforts could draw the
poor young creature to the bank. We
look her to the little farmhouse, which
was about quarter of a mile away ; and
hen, leaving the guides to follow with
our traps, we pushed rapidly to our
wagon. The next evening we reached
the hotel, Mort nearly crazy with ex-
element, and | not in much better
condition.
Now, [ had not informed the old far
mer and his wife of having seen Row
and. Neither had | told the guides,
who had come up too late to see him.
To each and all of these l simply re
lated the finding of the body OF the
young lady, who proved to be from Mon
real, visiting the old farmer, who was a
connection of hers.
1 acted thus on both reason and i'm
pulse, which worked together in this case
Impulse and reason both agreed that
as no human being but Capt. Rowland
knew how the young lady came to her
death, any story which he-Capt. Row
Iand-saw fit to tell must necessarily be
accepted Impulse alone suggested to
me a possible means for discovering the
truth of the occurrence, and as Mort had
not seen the captain, but only the body
and its surroundings, which so recalled
his dream, had only to keep my own
l did. The farmer and
his wife assumed that she must have
in the woods, as was her Gus
tom, and fallen accidentally into the
pool, and | did not attempt to change
their opinion. They knew nothing OF
having any visitor that afternoon, and
left them mourning for The sad accident
and the painful duty which had fallen
upon them, of communicating the awful
tidings to the young lady's friends in
Montreal.
AT the hotel, the first persons whom
we saw were the Sanfelds, accompanied
as usual by Capt. Rowland. He seemed
in his customary frame of mind, and as
L 'started a messenger with a telegram
for New York, 1 ground my teeth in
rage that time must elapse before 1 could
expose him.
Two days later, package came to me
by private hand, and that same evening
/ invited number of gentlemen, inclu-
ding Capt. Rowland, to come to my room
and examine rare painting. They came,
the captain in excellent spirits, holding
his eyeglass in readiness.
The painting stood on an easel, and
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