Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-11-25

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ton, pure and holy on her part but
false as hell on his.
after hisidepartnre. light andlhAp-
py Of heart an any bird that sang In the
groves near by, she went about her
daily pastimes. There was bright
color in her fair young checks and the
happy light of trusting love shone in
her eyes. !, Life had q newer meaning
for her now, and with an eager trust
she waited for the loving ltters he had
promised so faithfully to write. They
never came. Day after day she watt
ed, hopeful and patient, until her very
soul grew sick wit fear. Dayafter day
the color faded from her face and the
sweet true eyes grew dim. Her step
about the house grew hstless. the mu-
sic OF her voice was still. AT length,
setting aside all thoughts of maidenly
modesty. she wrote to her recreant
lover. In reply she received as cruel
and dastardly a letter as the pom Of
man ever indited. 1t stated that the
writer was very sorry she had mistaken
his intentions; that he considered the
whole thing mere fiirtation; he had
enjoyed her society very much, espec-
tally the kisses and carcsses she had
bestowed upon him; he was to, marry
q wealthy and accomplished young la
dy Of New York during the coming
winter, and hoped she would find q
suitable life companion among the ru-
raj beaus of the country.
That letter broke her heart. She
burned beneath il as some tender
plant willis beneath the too fierce rays
of midday sun. Her parents guard
ed her with tender care, but TO no
avail. To their entreaties to arouse
from her deep despair and forget her
false and treacherous lover she replied
only with mournful smile. 7Ey
'sThe young gentlemen--her former
suitors-were furious at her treatment
and vowed vengeance on the scoundrel
who had SO trifled with her pure alfec-
tions. Woe betide the lieutenant had
he ever returned to tho scene Of his
dallying. He would have been torn
limb from limb.
''As time progressed her mind SEEM
ed to give way, aud often in the tender
twilight she would steal away from her
family and betake her to that little
grove you seelthere to the right. This
had been their favorite trysting-place,
AID through this she had been seen to
walk swiftly, wringing her hands and
uttering low, moaning sounds. ike =
wounded dove. One bright beautiful
morning in early November she seemed
to become entirely rational, and order
ed one Of the negroes to saddle her
horse, as she desired to visit one of the
neighbors. Her brother asked her If
she did not want some one to accom-
pany her. but she declined the offer
and rode away. Her horse came home
at noon, ridcrless. ilecked With foam
and trembling with terror. A search
ing party was at once organized and
started out. the agonized father lead
ing it, while some of the kindly wo-
men tried to comfort the frantic moth
or. About five miles from home they
found her under a.tall oak tree, prone
upon the ground. her body cruelty
crushed, her golden hair dabbled with
blood, her sweet blue eyes fast taking
on the gray shadows of death. Ten
derly her father gathered her ia bis
arms. Her mind was entirely restor-
ed. ''Do you know me. darlingP" he
said, while the others gatheredaround
Yes, dear papa she replied; I'm
happy now; | am going up there, "
pointing to the sky, and then in low,
plaintive, scarce audible voice she
sang: asi
There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
There's neither cauld nor care, jean,
The day 10 aye fair
In the land o. the ieal
Then in broken accents she told
them how her bride had broken, her
horse run away, and how she was
thrown against the tree whose sturdy
trunk was made sacred by her blood
..Tenderly her pure young body was
born back to the house OF mourning
and buried under the great trees she
loved so well. They say that her ghost
haunts these parts. and that often on
moonlight nights parties have seen her
slender figure clothed in spotless white
passing swiftly through the grove
moaning and wringing its hands. /
have never seen ID myself for 1 have
no partiality for spirits. Is there any
wine left in that bottleg"
There was . mist in my eYes-it
might have been the cigar smoke, as I
replied kindly but firmly: mo. doc
tor, there is not, and it Is now 1:30 =
The doctor retired to his own room.
lit another cigar and took seat by
the open window. l could not sleep;
restless and moved out of my usual
cynicism by the doctors story, invol-
unfairly glanced toward the grove.
Surely something was moving there.
There was gleam Of white through
the swaying vista Of the trees. Nv
heart almost stood still. Could ii be
possible that departed spirits were al
lowed at such uncanny hours to revisit
che scene of their soTrows and dfstfess9
At any rate / would Investigate. Has
tily throwing on my clothes stole
down the steps and out of the door.
Il was beautiful night The air