Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1892-12-02

SoIA esntt1mau,s ~
~ ~ bToth0n stWhc |
Goald aShsnk Tint M ancestors had
}oiWatD oOld osnpa11On and n~utnaAge9n
Unete DosiyA1, WtS0 read cyclopRdial
aud ~ thpn9ht very learned, re-
tOsted quickly:
And why should he not have y
flne sentiments o nUblemanf Away
with your absurd notions, sisterl All
men are equ4l!nh
Tho clock struck 2 and Saint
Andfe suddenly felt apango or remOrse
f0r the part he Wa playing. as he re-
collected that he had TO arrange fOt
his friends burial and would be ex.
pected at the hotel. He therefore
foae from the table, and, announcing
that he had important business tc
attend to, prepared to leave. His
host protested III vain. Sylvia looked
up IN blank amazement, and every
ono entreated him to remain.
~ do not understand" began the
old man, following his visitor to the
front door.
The young man interrupted him,
saying sOlemnly:
II viii explain. At II o'clock this
morning / died, after q short and sud.
den attack OF collie, and ! gave the
hotel proprietor my word Of honor
that my body should be removed this
afternoon. You see. therefore, that
II / were to absent myself any longei
it would be very awkward" With
these words he disappeared, leaving
the old father overwhelmed with
amazement.
When the rest Of the family heard
what had been said, they decided
that tho youth had been joking.
.sH0 has humor," said Uncle Dori-
val. II shall congratulate him the
next time l see him. He will 10
here In time for supper"
Hut supper time came and passed.
and there we're no signs OF the son-in.
law. The family became anxious and
| alarmed. and toward 8 O'clock they
sent o messenger to the hotel to In.
QuiFe for the passenger who had ar
rived there by coach that morning.
The proprietor sent back word that
the gentleman had died ut ii O'Clock
OF collie, and that the body had been
taken away for burial In the after
noon. This news was received With
unb0unded establishment, and little
Sylvia burst into tears as she declared
that she would wear mourning as II
she were a widow.
s.It was his ghost that came here
said the girls mother In a tone OF
awe. but Uncle Dorvival shrugged
his shoulders.
.sDo ghosts eat and drink rs he
did," he asked. ssThat fellow was
merely some Young scapeGrace, who
wanted to play . trick on us, and gel
q good meal at the same time" New
ertheless the ghost story went the
round Of the servants hall, and the
foOtman boasted OF having seen q
spirit In broad daylight. The tale
spread, until 1t became = subject OF
wonder In houdoirs and drawing
rooms, and the fair young widow who
had never been married wore a black
gown and veil, and shed passionate
} tears for the affianced husband whom
she mad seen but once
Two weeks later she was wander
ing about the garden n evening,
listening sadly to the songs OF the
nightingales. The stars were shining
brilliantly, but the sight OF their
J beauty only served to increase her
sorrow.
! "Alas!' she sighed, .ff he we're
but here to stroll with me along
J these pathways.
As she spoke q cracking Of bought
made her start with terror. and in
another instant q maj broke through
!, the towering shrubs and knelt at heI
feet. The stars were shining to some
! purpose then, for by the light she
! recognized the face for which she had
, been longing, and In a voice which be
tokened mingled JOY and dread, sht
cried:
! .sThen you are not dcad2'
! mo indeed, sweetheart" he an
{ swered, softly. Il am alive. and
: hope to live and love you for many ;
long day yet"
When the two young people en-
{ tered the drawing room the famil.
= we're playing backgammon. A loOl
OF amazement greeted the appear
ance Of Saint Andre, and every on
being dumbfounded, the young bar0l
had no difliculty In telling his story
which he concluded by asking 70
|. Sylva's hand.
The marriage took place a. 500 a
the proper period OF mourning ha'
elapsed, and Aunt Dolarice was tri
9 umphant.
ibid / not tell you that he ha,
9 the bearing of a nobleman?" sh
cried.
!: .All's well that ends well, and
baron is ~ good as q grocer" sal
Uncle DOrival. Utica Globe.