Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1888-12-22

now, and nobody quite knew. tho history, foEa
In twenty yenrs many things are fortunately
forgotten. Eut there was o history, and q
scandal, and the marriage was broken of
almost on the very day before 1t was to have
taken place. And after that it leaked out in
the neighborhood-it was in Esex-that the
young lady, who by the way was q large
heiress, had gone of her head, presumably
with grief, md been confined in an asylum,
where she was believed still to remain.
Perhaps 1t was tho thought Of this n
woman's facs, the woman he had once seen
walking down tho drift, her figure limned
out against the stormy sky, that led him to
think Of the other face. the face hidden in
the mad house. At any rate, with q sigh, or
rather a groan, he swung himself round from
the gate, and began walking homeward at .
brisk pace.
Shaking himself clear Of his sad thoughts,
Harold Quaritch turned round at his own
front door to contemplate the scene. The
long, single storied house stood, as has been
said, at the top Of the rising land, and to the
south and west and east commanded as beau.
tiful q view as is to be seen in that country.
There, a mile or SO away to the south, situa-
ted In the midst of grassy grazing grounds,
lanked on either side by still perfect towers,
frowned the massive gateway of the old
Norman castle. Then, to the west, almost at
the foot of the Molehill, the ground broke
away In a deep bank clothed with timber,
which led the eye down by slow descents into
the beautiful valley Of the Ell. Here the
lush and poplar bordered marshes, where the
cattle stand knee deep in flowers; past quaint
wooden mill houses, through Boisingham Old
fVornroon su;rAxp loolsnr oVyo an, onH
frightened hero and there with a dash Of
golden gorse, till it was lost in the picturesque
cluster Of red tiled roofs that marked the
ancient town. Look which way no would,
the view was lovely, and equal to any to be
found in tho eastern counties, where the
scenery. is fine enough in its own way, what
ever people, whose i%maginatiope are so weak
that they require a mountain and a torrent
to excite them into activity, may choose to
say to the contrary.
Behind the house to the north there was no
view, and for a good reason, for here, in the
very middle Of the back garden, rose a mound
Of largo size and curious shape, which COM
pletely shut the landscape out. What this
mound, which may perhaps have covered
half an acre Of ground, was nobody had any
idea. Some learned folk said that it was q
Saxon tulnulus. q presumption to which its
ancient name, "Dead Mans Mount" seemed
to give color. Other folk, however, yet
more learned, declared that it was an ancient
British dwelling, and pointed triumphantly
to q hollow at the top, wherein the ancient
Britishers were supposed to have moved,
lived aud had their being, which must. urged
the opposing party, have been a very damp
one. Thereon, the late Mrs. Massey, who
WINS a British dweliiNpite. NrOceedei tn show
with much triumph how they had lived in
the hole by building a huge mushroom shaped
roof over it, aud thereby turning it into q
summer house, which, owing to tho unex'
| pected difficulties in tho construction Of the
roof, cost q great deal of money. But as. the
roof was slated, and as it was found necessary
to pave the hole with tiles and cut surface
drains in it, the result did not clearly prove
its use as a dwelling place before the Roman
conquest. Nor did it mako a very good sum
mer house. Indeed, 1t now served as store
place for tho gardeners tools and for rubbish
generally.