St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1881-04-02
CRAZY AGNES.
BIZ GENERAL JANIS 8. BKIsBIS.

.kirts oi q small to Fn in The ipteri
4 P.ni,sy.vdnia, when | notic-d
it;ie c.'t'tSt i'tst "r the e.lge I,
the f.iest, W! ich stretched dos
,uita ciose 10 town.
"W;,o ives there? / inqnir.,l.
''Thsrr y hangs tai. repil, ,
my friend.
.f.a, tell il t. me-"
ID yon see that large house oI
a- hill2' he ans~ cred, pointing /,
II old u,ah building just ah. AL :.
US.
Y.s."
We'll that building and that CO.
sc ale insrp.raDiy co'.hectei; b,.,
".f,re l tell y'u my tale | NUS
Ike y"u up t. the deserted hous.
Sl,wly ". asc.nde ! the hill al:
.nt,.red what ha.i once been ma.
nificent residence. but WAS now
surely AMI '~ly rotting to decay
For sev.r..l uonitits alter slttin;.
'."n 4, tie va.aht Gr. place. Ia.
mp, nj III remained viii, ni- hes,
nr.e,i in his hands. evidently bus.
ith Memories of the past.
it last he iook".l up and sal.
ith consi;i. iable emotion:
'Ihe owner If tins house va,
.uc1 INV dearest i;iend-"
just at that moment ] hrlId /
niral vice repeating, i'll sad IT.
fInin, the words:
Hi. voice vas the voice of the cLarmer. "
There she is. now" c,ntinu-v
ny friend. Let us go ont aud se.
.--r. She comes every day To Sill
her lpv-r and hunt for hiru 1T til.
...are
We went to the .loor OF the old
iIouse. aud | sas n woman With
'iishevel-d hair, passing slowly by
al heard her singing:
His voice was the voice of the charmer.
lis face. though alt rel, love.
bh, tell me. where i. my darling.
md why does he tarry SO long
Returning e.. the deserted hesrth
my companion sut down, and WAS
silent SD long that I said:
"Come, tell me who WAS that =, ,or.
isin-nt..d creature We saw pass
by"
Raising his lead from his hands
me answered:
Sometimes I imagine I ,lreamei
It, or some one told it to me. or
hat I heard il. or read it in . book;
bui imagine what I will, it is always
with me. day aud night, and haunts
me like al eternal shadow. Poor
Agnesi her eyes ale still rs blue a.
he skies of India, aud her goidc
:resses, all unbound nd floating.
all IN heavy masses over her whit.
shoulders; but thoae golden locks
re disheseIed, and the wild and
,nlling blue eyes look ns If they had
not slept for years. Always singing.
~ you heard hrr just now,
His voice was the voice of the chsrmer'
She goes about every day, never
any worse, but never growing bet
ter"
Tell me her history" I urged
"It's u long story" r.plied IL.
"but if You will listsL
will try to make it short one.
Five years ago there lived in this
village +. young man by the nslnt
Df Robert Cleary, ah6 finer fellow
( never knew. D
"ii.s neiruthed was Aenes Miller.
the belize of the village. She WAS
..eauliful ci.pngh ~ be not only the
oelieao stbe village. bu: OF tue whole
country. and, indeed. 81 handsome
CIR, as Agnes MiIier could not b,
iound anywhere. Gay and hsht
hearted. Agnes ~as ~ good an she
xas beau. lf,,l, ami beloved by ever,
40 knew her. ] reu-lDmr :
with her thick, golden cnrls
IN blue eyes, sue .Dgr''ss.d
lthfui ianc, ot naa the young
the l:a.+. Robert Cleary
rucceple,I lover. aud be- fairly
pped the GROUND sue walked
was rich, and every one said
worthy Of Agnes. ClearY
dearest irieud, mud often
ne Talk " iue for hours ah0ut
auith- nnppin,ss no expect
njny ~itn her tnr'.ush Inf.
:.oud appeared ou tLe'r shy
uu overcast it, ant "rapi ed
vss ~ gloom. 1t WAS Whisper
ii tue village that Agses was
what size should i.e. PUur
lac Mas inI,ocent ~ s.-e s.ls ,