The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-07-12
THE ROMANCE OF A CEMETERY.
A Touching Story Of How One Girls Death
United Long Time Enemies.

A Touching Story Of How One Girls Death
United Long Time Enemies.
Down near one of the Southern cities,
where the lowers bloom nearly all the
year round, and the oriole builds his nest
and calls his mate to come TO him for the
home IL prepared, is a cemetery famou'
for its beauty. Years q IL was the coun-
try place of a very rich man; he was "a
widower, with n beautiful daughter and
three handsome SONS. The daughter was
n sweet girl, idolized by her father,
which affection she more han re-
ciprocated. 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 consistency and thought
that In time the fathers OF each might
be won over by their children and in
duccd to give consent 10 the marriage.
But The old men grew bitter u more
bitter, aud the two sweethearts found il
very difficult to see ZACH other.
One summer night the little lady q am
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 n
spirit OF frolic, she had her maid hunt up
some Of her brothers. clothes, n into
them she got, laughing as she thought
how her sweetheart would he surprised.
A long, old-fashioned cloak was thrown
over her, and n broad-brimmed soft felt
hat crowned her head. As II went over
the hill one Of her brothers saw her and
told his father that he believed someone
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 verand armed with a
gun.
He saw the figure moving along swiftly,
but he took aim, aim SO sure that IL strack
his W heart, and fired. Both arms
went up ia the air, the figure staggered
and fell over. Hearing the shot the wait
ing lover rushed to see what was the mat
ter. In the meantime the others had
gathered round. The hat had fallen oil
the pretty head, which il had disguised,
and there, pure and white, under the light
of the moo vas revealed to the brothers
the face OF their own sister. She was car
ricd back TO the house, dead-not able 10
speak her forgiveness to her father, or
give "A word of love TO her sweetheart. The
scene can he easily imagined. The Owe
~upbraided the father, but the younger
brother said: "As she lies here let her be
the peacemaker. She loved you i'm life;
let us care for cach other because of her
death" So she was buried near her own
home, and all the people for miles
around, knowing OF her ragic 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 waa sold
with m express proviso hat il 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 he laid Ia rest near the one they had
loved. Now the city of the dead num-
bers among its people Elizabeth Patter-
son B~onaparte, who has engraved on the
granite bearing her name, "After life's
fltful fever she sleeps we'll" Nearby is
the tomb of the Rooth family. and that OF
Reinhart, the sculptor, who died when
fame had made his name a household
word, Is not far of. There are crosses
erected To the memory Of little children;
there are tablets that tell Of those who
have lived n loved, suffered and toiled.
But To them who kdow most interesting of
all is the little gravestone raised To the
memory of the unfortonate girl who died
because of her love.