Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1891-11-12

1 ~ H"Aio" IA haN UVuts,
Rising, hastily thrust her from
me.
Don't, don'tv' she moaned pit.
eOusly. ''lf You only knew what
have suffered, how l have atoned.' .
Then raising her dark eyes heaven
ward. even such as | He forgives. y
| took her to my heart again. II
was not for me to Judge.
u could not rest in my grave. .
she went on, her long light hair
falling about her beautiful should.
ers like a fieecy cloud, her bosom
heaving with emotion. .You must
clear his name from all stain.
Crayle Brau-Wyl.een was as guilt.
less as You of any crime. 1t was
my hot-headed, jealous nature that
did it 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 it prove
for me that l am speaking the
truth
The delicate perfume of the fra
grant flower seemed to fill the air
about us and intoxicated me with
its sweetness. | raised nv eyes
dreamily to the dark orbs bending
above me.
"Promise me-" murmured the
beautiful lips.
Il PROMISE" | answered with
difficulty, as the dense fragrance
seemed to overpower me.
White, pink and blue clouds APP
peared to encircle fair, vanishing
form, a sound as of many harps and
singing voices fingered upon the air,
and then came the slow muffied
beating of "A drum. Nearer and
nearer it came, louder and louder,
and with the shrill tones of voices.
and the wild neighing of horse.
Black Dickv | awoke with a
start. Had 1 been sleeping and
dreaming? The sun was shining
in through crevice in the old stone
wall. The lamp stood on the floor
by my side, the oil burned entirely
out of it.
| recognized the voices of friends
at the door, and feeling daezd and
bewildered arose to meet them
as | did SO something fell upon the
floor at my feet.
Pausing, | looked down.
4 single white rose. Ipicked up
the frail, beautiful thing reverent-
! ly, and a subtle awe stole over me.
1t must have been true.
'You frightened US all nearly to
death. came q 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 ]:
and they joked me numerically
all the way home, and Black 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 | un-
fastened him and led him out Of
the old yard and sprang into the
saddle unassisted.
1t was nearly noon when we
reached Weir Heights, and for one
was very hungry. After dinner,
( when | had rested, gathered my
friends about me and told them the
story of the night before at Brau-
Wylleen.
There was much laughing and
chatting, but my subdued air lin
pressed the susceptible ones not a
little. and when from the depths of
my satchel ! brought forth the
wilted white rose, still dewy with
fragrance, a silence fell upon all.
That surely was proof, and it
went abroad far and near, these
wonderful tidings, resulting in the
removal of Crayle Brau-W ylleen' s
bones to his home-tomb in far dis
tant lands, and / still carefully
boarded among my most precious
treasures the faded white rose of
Brau-Wylleen.- Free Press.
A STORY OF BRIGHT GIRL
81 want some more chicken" said
4-year-old Frances at the dinner