The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1890-06-25
ROMANCE OF A CEMETERY.
A Southern Feud Between Two Leadin
Families.


Families.
Down near one of the southern cities
where the flowers bloom nearly all the year
round, and the oriole builds his nest and
calls to his mate to come to him., for the
home is prepared, is a cemetery famous fol
it's beauty. Years ago it was the country
place of very rich man; he was widower
with q beautiful daughter and three
handsome sons. The daughter was
sweet girl, idolized by her father
which affection she more than re.
ciprocated. A bitter family feud existed
between the father and his nearest neigh
Dor, who had but one child-a son. At q
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 to
see each other. One summer night the lit
tie lady had an appointment 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 spirit of frolic, she had her
maid hunt up some of her brothers.
clothes and into them she got, laughing
as she thought how her sweetheart would
be surprised: A ! ng, old-fashioned
-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 veranda,
VyIfh In
moving mo- along swiftly, but he took aim,
heart, and fred. 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 revealed to the brothers the face of
their own sister. She was carried back to
the house, dead-not able to speak her for
glveness to her father, or give word of
ed 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 her own home, and all the peo-
pie for miles around, knowing of her tragic
death, came to show their respect and to
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 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 life's fifful 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
ms 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 had lived and loved, suffered and
toiled. But to them who know, most in
terestinR Of all, q the little gravestone
girl who died because of her love,-Ladies'
Home journal.