Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-09-28

The lovers parted with many VOWS aud
many protestations of love and affec-
tion, pure and holy on her part but
false as hell on his.
AFTER his departure. light and hap
Ply of heart as any bird that sang IN the
groves near by, she went about her
daily pastimes. There was bright
color in her fair young checks aud the
happy light Of trusting love shone in
her eyes. Life had newer meaning
for her now, and with an eager trust
she waited for the loving letters he had
promised SO faithfully e write. They
never came. Day after day she watt
cd, hopeful and patient until her very
soul grew sick wit fear Day after day
the color faded from her face and the
sweet true eyes grew dim. Her step
about the house grew listless, 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 pen Of
man ever indited. 1t stated that the
writer was very sorry she had mistaken
his intentions; that he considered the
whole thing q mere Irritation; he had
enjoyed her society very much, cspec-
tally the kisses and caresses she had
bestowed upon him; he was to marry
wealthy and accomplished young la
dy Of New York during tho coming
winter, and hoped she would find
suitable life companion among tho ru-s
raj beans of the country.
THAT letter broke her heart, She
burned beneath it 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.
"1he young gentlemen--her former
suitors-were furious at her treatment
and vowed vengeance on the scoundrel
who had so trifled with her pure nflec-
tions. Woe betide tho lieutenant had
he over returned to the scene of his
dallying. He would have been torn
limb from limb.
..As time progressed her mind SEEM
ed to give WAY, and often in the tender
twilight she would steal away from her
4ahtl1 anu DCl8hC uCA III btAstt 4ltkAC
grove you sec there to the right. This
had been their fayoritc trysting-place,
aEd through this snc had been seen to
walk swiftly, wringing her hands and
uttering low, moaning sounds. like
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
morse, as she desired to visit one OF the
neighbors. Her brother asked her IL
she did not want some one to accom-
pany her, but she declined the offer
and rode away. Her horse came home
at noon, riderlcss, fecked 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
er. About five miles from home they
found her under tall oak tree, prone
upon the ground, her body cruelty
crushed, her golden hair dabblcd with
blood, her sweet blue eyes fast taking
on the gray shadows of death. Ten
derly her father gathered ner in his
arms. Her mind was entirely restOr-
ed. 'sDo you know me. darlingp" he
said, while the others gathered around.
''Yes, dear papa" she replied; "Im
happy now; | am going up there, +
pointing to the sky. and then in q low,
plaintive, scarce audible voice she
sang:
There's nae sorrow there, Jean, W
There's neither cauld nor care, jean,
The day Is aye fair
In the land o. the leal.
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 rights parties have seen her
slender figure clothed in spotless white
passing swiftly through the grove
moaning and wringing its hands. /
have never seen it. myself. for I have
no partiality for spirits. Is there any
wine left in that bottlePn
There was mist in mT eyes-it
might have been The cigar smoke, IS
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. could not sleep;
restless and moved out of my usual
cynicism BY the doctors story, 1 inyoI-
unfairly glanced toward tho grove.
Surely something was moving there.
There was gleam Of white through
the swaying vista Of tho trees. Ny
heart almost stood still. Gould il be
possible that departed spirits were al
lowed at such uncanny hours to revisit
the scene Of their sorrows and distressa
At any rate would Investigate. Has.
tily throwing On my clothes / sEole
down the steps and out Of che door.
1t was beautiful night. The air
was soft with the languor and glory Of
summer The beautiful river ripplod
along, the moonlight sleeping on its
bosom like babe upon its m0ther's