The Dawson journal., 1886-08-12
THE ROMANCE OF GREEN,
MOUNT.
The Tragedy that Converted a Fami-
ly Estate into a Graveyard.

hC II dStua tlbl NOH fGIltu d II dmI-
ly Estate into a Graveyard.
A correspondent of the Phila-
delphia Press relates the follow
ing romance Of Greenmount Gem
etery, in Baltimore: Il do not
know why home should make me
think Of cemeteries, unless il is
that the lack Of one has filed the
other; but | am reminded of
something that Lena Delmar told
me. The cemetery in Baltimore
is wonderfully romantic place.
Some very noted people sleep
there; there are the Booth family
and Nine. Patters on Bonaparte,
who has carved upon the huge
block of granite that keeps her
ambitious system down, After
life's titful fever she sleeps we'll
But the romance that created the
cemetery is, perhaps, the greatest
Of all. A great many years ago
it was the country place of a very
wealthy family. The father a
widower, had one daughter and
several sons. On this girl he Law
ished all the love that man of
passionate nature can give, and
you can imagine how indignant
he was when he was told that she
wanted to marry a handsome,
worthless cousin. He positively
forbade it, ordered the cousin not
to come near the house, and he
forced his daughter to promise
that she would not meet him out
side.
Weeks passed, and during that
time the darkies began to talk Of
robbers on the place. They de-
clared they had seen them, and
talked SO much about it that the
sons and their father concluded to
keep an outlook one evening.
Nothing was said about it for
fear of alarming their sister.
Far into the night they watched,
and saw in the moonlight a figure
cross the lawn, evidently a white
man, and very certainly, they
thought. one-ofs tharohhens The
father fired, the figure swayed to
and fro and then fell to the
ground. Out they rushed to cap
ture the robber, and they found
their sister dying, unable to say a
word, and they knelt beside her
until her heart ceased to beat.
Then they lifted their precious
burden and carried it back to the
home which she had left a few
hours before with such a gay
| heart.
Believing that her fathers an
ger was only temporary, she had,
evening after evening, met her
lover in the park, and, to escape
detection, had each time put on q
suit of her younger brothers
clothes. The darkies had seen
them, and as they kept their faces
we'll hidden, were quite sincere in
believing them people who had
come to steal. The family vault
on the place received the dead
girls body; the house was torn to
the ground and the beautiful park
sold for cemetery, with the un-
derstanding that the vault was to
remain as it was. The brothers
disappeared into the world, but,
as the years went on, no day was
too stormy 70 keep the father
from spending it just beside the
vault When the gates opened he
was the first to go in, and the
keepers would come and tell him
when it was time to leave. At
last there came a day when he
did not come. In a little while
they carried him there, put the
lifeless clay beside the child he
had loved and killed, and left
them to rest in peace. This is all
true and yet the realists complain
of the lack of romance in life.
Most Excellent.
J. j. Atkins, Chief Of Police,