Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1885-09-12

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holy on her part, but false on his.
CATER his departure, light and |
happy of heart as any bird that sang
in the groves near by, she wentabout
her daily pastimes. There was a
bright color in her fair young cheeks,
and the happy light Of trusting love
shone in her eyes. Life had a newer
meaning for her now, and with an
eager trust she waited for the loving
letters he had promised so faithfully
to write. They never came. Day
after day she waited, hopeful and
patient, until her very soul grew
sick with 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
music 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 sor-
ry she had mistaken his intentions;
that he considered the whole thing
mere filtration he had enjoyed her
society very much, especially the
kisses and caresses she had bestowed
upon him; he was to marry
wealthy and accomplished young
lady of New York during the coming
winter, and he hoped she would find
a suitable life companion among the
rural beaus of the county.
"That letter broke her heart. She
burned beneath it as some tender
plant willis beneath the too fierce
rays Of a midday sun. Her parents
guarded her with tender care, but to
no avail. To their entreaties to
arouse from their deep despair, and
forget her false and treacherous lover,
she replied only with sad smile.
"The young gentlemen-her form
er suitors-were furious at her treat
ment, and vowed vengeance on the
scOundrel who had so trified with
her pure affections. Woe betide the
Lieutenant had he ever returned to
the scene ofhis dallying. He would
have been torn limb from limb.
GAS time progressed, her mind
seemed to give way, and often in the
tender twilight she would steal away
from the family, and go to that little
grove you see there to theright. This
had been their favorite trysting-
place, and through this she has been
seen to walk swiftly, wiring her hands
and uttering low, moaning sounds,
like a wounded dove.
cone bright, beautiful morning in
early November, she seemed to have
become entirely rational, and order
ed one of the negroes to saddle her
horse, as she desired to visit one OF
the neighbOrs. Her father asked heI
if she did not want some one to &C.
company her, but she declined the
kind offer and rode away.
"Her horse came home at noon
riderless, fecked with foam, and
trembling with terror. A searching
party was at once organized and
started out, the agonized father lead
l ing it, while some of the kindly wO.
men tried to comfort the frantic
mother.
"About five miles from home they
found her, under a tall oak tree, prone
+ upon the ground, her body cruelty
crushed, her golden hair dabblet
with blood, her sweet, blue eyes fas
taking on the gray shadows of death
Tenderly her father gathered her il
I his arms. Her mind was entirely re
l stored.
t "'Do you know me, darling?' HI
) asked, while the others gathered
round.
"Yes, dear papa she replied; {
am happy now; lam gOingup there,
> pointing to the sky.
"And then, in low, plaintive
scarce audible voice, she sang:
There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
/ There's neither cauld nor care, Jean
r The day is aye fair
r In the land O. the leal.
It "Then in broken accents she tOlC
e them how her bride had broken, he
o horse run away, and how she wa
e thrown against the tree whose sturd.
). trunk was made sacred by her blood
If "Tenderly her pure young bod,
e was borne back to the house c
) mourning and buried under the grea
r, trees she loved so well.
"They say that her ghost haunt
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