Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1879-01-07

letter from my uncle, when she whis
pered:
"There is a gentleman coming to the
grave. 1t must be your Cousins lover
Of whom the chambermaid was telling
u.s."
/ looked up, to see tall figure in deer
mourning, with uncovered head, leaning
against the light iron railing-a figure
bowed with sorrow-a pale face and
grief-stricken, but which caused my own
heart to thrill with joy long stranger
there.
For the face was the one that had haunted
my dreams for years, the face OF Williston
Moore.
| forgot my poverty, my dependent po-
sition. | saw only the sorrow of my lover
over my supposed death, knew only thatI
could take the grief away.
| Invent slowly toward the fence, and Will
liston lifted his head at the sound of my
footsteps.
His face paled TO the hue of death, his
| ewes widened in strange glare of awe as
he saw my face.
But as l smiled and drew nearer, the
truth sermed to come to him, that | was
no spirit haunting my own grave, hut
flesh and blood, living and loving, the
Rosamond Etherington to whom he had
| given his heart.
| As he realized this, he sprang to meet
me, and was folded fast in his arms,
while his stears dropped upon my upturned
face.
''Rosa-my Rosa, he cried, lis it in
deed you? Not dead not buried under
this cruel, false stone2"
1.-The stone tells true story viii,
said softly; "but it is my cousin Rosamond
who lies therel'
Your cousini Then it was your uncle
who was at the Golden Fleece"
eyes. My uncle.
THAT explains all. | did not receive
your notice, dearest, until your father
had been dead some months, and / un-
derstood the proud heart that would not
write to me. | hastened LONE at once,
but could not find you. Your fathers
lawyer told me he believed you had gone
to Europe, and that you had an uncle
abroad, whom he presumed had sent for
you. was in Vienna when saw no
tice of the death of Rosamond Ethering-
ton in this place. The shock was more
dreadful than can ever describe to you,
darling.
But came here, and supposed it was
my imperfect German that led me to think
the people at the hotel said it was the IA
ther of the poor dead girl who was so
stricken at her loss. 1t was easy to believe
your uncle, OF any one who loved you,
would so grieve for you =
"If he had only remained herei' said,
moUrnfully.
"Then you do not know =
"What?" | asked.
"That he died on the steamer, home
ward boundp'
Another sorrowl But there was com
fort for me in Williston's faithful love-
Mrs. Hoffman heard our story with
deep interest, and though she sighed over
the thought of oflosing me, warmly seconded
Williston's proposal fora speedy marriage,
and we all sailed for America in the fall,
my dear old friend greatly benefited by
her travels, and Hester relieved Of many
fears and cares.
Williston's love was never touched by
the loss of my fathers wealth, and he
married me knowing l was Mrs. Hoff-
mans paid companion.
But upon our return home, my fathers
lawyer wrote to us that was heiress to
my uncle's fortune, and once again
wealthy. 1 FrreBt tFes-
1 cared but little, though / am often
glad of the power possess to bring relief
to some overburdened heart, or toilhar-
dened hands.
We have bought our old house, Willis
ton helping me to furnish it as nearly as
possible as my father had DONE and in the
library we have hung beautiful finished
photograph of the grave in Germany
where my cousin Rosamond rests, and
where Williston mourned so faithfully,
believing it was my tombstone.