Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-07-06

NO, no. i Sdlu, Hol lltTti SIT
here by my side" and moving along |
made place for her upon the couch.
But she shook her head and raised her
dark eyes 10 mine pleadingly and laid
her two little pale hands IN my lap.
took them again. the tiny tluttcr.
ing things. and held them within my
own warm clasp,
IL am SO glad you have come" she
said in "A sweet plaintive voice; Il
have waited 50 long for one brave
enough 10 come here alone that !
might tell them my story"
She paused. Suddenly she sprang
TO her feet and said in a fierce, intense
whisper;
His grave, his gravel Have you
seer it,
His gravel Whose grave. dear'
Be calm.
II came to me ut once, seeing this
creature and hearing her questions,
| knew only too well that the dishon.
ored grave of Crayle Brau-W yllcen in
the old disused, desolate cemetery near
Weir Heights was the one 10 which she
referred, but | caressed the slight,
shrinking form and waited.
"Crayle Brau- Wylleen's," she an.
swered me hoarsely, and then she
broke into a torrent of sobs aud tears.
Presently she grew calm. HE
v did i'll" she said firmly. 1T
was all a false, bitter lie. He made
me jealous, and | vowed revenge. |
wrote those cruel letters and sprinkled
the blood Of a favorite hound twhose
life took about my bed aud over the
floor and doorsteps." She shrieked
and groaned and continued: They
thought he murdered his young wife;
but 10. she lived TO see him hanged.
All, revenge wa sweet" She uttered
n low, blood curdling laugh that
chilled the marrow in my bones.
Rising, | hastily thrust her from me.
Don't, don'tl" she moaned piteous-
ly. IF you only knew what | have
suffered. how | have atoned." Then
raising her dark eyes heavenward,
Even such as | He forgives."
| took her to my heart again. 1t
was not for me to Judge.
Il could not rest in my grave" she
went on, her long light hair falling
about her beautiful shoulders like a
fleecy cloud, her bosom heaving with
emotion. You must clear his name
from all stain. Crayle Brau. Wylleen
was as guiltless as you Of any crime.
1t was my hot headed. jealous nature
that did II ALL"
She paused and unfastened a single
white rose that nestled in the folds of
silk and lace upon her bosom and
pressed it into my palm.
Here, take this, and let il prove for
me hat / am speaking the truth"
The delicate perfume of the frag.
rant flower seemed to fill the air about
us and intoxicated me with its sweet.
ness. raised my eyes dreamily to
the dark orbs bending above me.
"Promisem me, "murmured the beauti.
full lips.
II promise" | answered with diff.
Guilty, as the dense fragrance seemed
TO overpower me.
White, pink and blue clouds ap-
peared TO encircle a fair, vanishing
form, a sound as Of many harps and
singing voices fingered upon the air,
and then came the slow, mutiled beat.
ing of a drum. Nearer and nearer il
came, louder and louder, and with the
shrill tones Of voices and the wild
neighing Of a horse.
BLACK Dickl" | awoke with a start.
Had ! been sleeping and dreamingl
The sun was shining in through a
crevice in the old stone wall. The
lamp stood on the floor by my side,
the oil burned entirely out Of il.
recognized the voices of friends at
the door, and feeling dazed and be-
wildered | arose TO meet them; as |
did so something fell upon the 1oorat
my feet.
Pausing. ! looked down.
A single white roSel | picked up
the fra;l, beautiful thing r~everently
and a subtle awe stole over me. II
must have been true.
You frightened us all nearly to
came clamor Of voices.
The idea Of falling asleep in this
haunted castle"
Talk about nerves! Why, yours
must be iron bound"
/ did not smile-how could II and
they iokcd NE numerically all the
way home, ard "Blark Dick" poor
patient fellow, stood at his post all the
long night through. He licked my
hand aud nestled his great head on
my shoulder as ] u]nGlstcned him and
led him out Of the old yard and sprang
into the saddle unaSsistcd.
II was nearly noon when we reach.
cd Weir Heights. and | for one was
very hungry After dinner, when |
had rested, | gathered my friends
about me aud told them the story Of
the night bcforsat Brau-W yllcen
There was much laughing and
chatting, but NV subdued air impress.
cd the susceptible ones not n little. and
when from the depths Of my satchcl |
brought forth the wiltcd white rose,
still dcwy with fragrance, n silence
fell upon all, That surely was n proof,
and II went abroad far and near, these
wonderful tdings, resulting in the re.
moyal Of CraylO Brau Wyllccn's bones
TO his home tomb in far distant lands,
and ! still carefully boarded among
my most precious treasures tho faded
white rose OF Bruu.W yllecn Mrs. S.
q. Huz!ctt in Detroit FREQ Press.