The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-07
THE ROMANCE OF A CEMETERY.
The Sad Result of Bitter Family
Feud.
Prom The Ladies Home journal

From the Ladies Home Journal
Down near one of the southern cities
where the flowers bloom nearly all the year
round and the oriole builds his nest and
calls for his mate to come to him, for the
home is prepared. is a cemetery famous for
its beauty. Years ago it was the country
place of very rich man; he was wild
over with beautiful daughter and three
handsome sons. The daughter was a sweet
girl idolized by her father, which affec-
ton she more than reciprocated. A bitter
family feud existed between the father
and his nearest neighbor, who had but
one child-a son. At a friends house
this pretty Juliet met and grew to know her
Romeo. Naturally enough they fell in love
with each other, vowed eternal constancy,
and thought that in time the fathers of each
might be won over by their children and
induced to give consent to the marriage.
But the old men grew bitter and more
bitter, and the two sweethearts found it
very difficult 60 see each other. One sum-
mer night the little lady had an appoint
ment with her lover at the foot of the hill
that was just in front of her home. The
moon was so bright that she dreaded going
out in her own clothes, and so, in a spirit
of frol;c, she had her maid hunt up some
of her brothers clothes and into them
she got, laughing as size thought how her
sweetheart would be surprised A long,
old-fashioned cloak was thrown over her,
and a broad-brimmed, soft, felt hat crowned
her head. As she went over the hill one of
her brothers saw her, and told his father
that he believed some one from the next
place was on their grounds, possibly to kill
some of their dogs, or poison their horses.
Very quickly the old man rushed to the
yeranda, armed with gun. He saw the
figure moving along swiftly, but he took
aim, aim so sure that it struck his own
heart, and fired. Both arms went up in the
air, the figure staggered and fell over.
Hearing the shot, the waiting lover rushed
to see what was the matter. In the
meantime the Others had gathered round.
The hat had fallen off the pretty head
which it had disguised, and there, pure and
white, under the light of the moon, was re-
vealed to the brothers the face of their own
| sister. She was carried back to the house.
dead-n5t able to speak her forgiveness tc
her father, or give word of love to her
sweetheart. The scene can be easily imag-
| ined. The lover upbraided the father but
the younger brother said, "As she lies here
let her be the peacemaker. She loved you
In life; let us care for each other because OF
| her DEATH" So she was buried near hen
own home, and all the people for miles
| around, knowing of her tragic death, came
20 snow their respect and 60 line and cover
her grave with the blossoms which she had
loved in her life.
The beautiful country place was sold with
an express proviso that it was to be made a
| cemetery. The brothers and the father and
lover all went away and never came back
until each was brought there to be laid to
rest near the one they had loved. Now the
city of the dead numbers among its people
Elizabeth Patterson Bonaparte, who has
engraved on the granite bearing her name
After LIES f1tful fever she sleeps we'll
Near by is the tomb of the Booth family
and that of Reinhart, the sculptor, who died
when fame had made his name household
word. is not far off. There are crosses
erected to the memory of little children
there are tablets that tell of those who have
lived and loved, suffered and toiled. But
to them who know, most interesting of all
is the little gravestone raised to the memory
of the unfortunate girl who died because of
her love