The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-05
ROMANCE IN A GRAVEYARD
The Last Home Of Many ATiStOCra-
tic SOutheTleTS.

more Gentleman, Now Filled
With Flower--Laden Graves
the Tombs of Junius Br utus
Booth, Reinhart, the sculptor, and
Madame Elizabeth Patterson Bona
parte-Llfe's Romantic Side-Dis-
ssnsions in Church and State.
Labor and Capitals Strife-The
Southland's Antiquities of Flesh
and Blood.
Baltimore Md, Aug. 1T would have
been impossible to have found her any
place but in the south. She was quaint
TO look upon, and had lived so long that
living seemed a habit of which she never
tired and to which she expected there
would be no end. Time had only
Strengthened the stateliness of her figure,
and she scoffed at young women who
needed easy chairs in which to
repose their restless figures Her
| gowns We're always black, and gave
one the impression of being of rich ma
| terial, yet it was impossible for the most
/ positive critic of fashionable attire to de-
/ scribe them. They were successes be-
cause they suited her just as did the
/ queer old-fashioned rings and the old
! brooch from the silver setting of which
some diamonds sparkled. She was pres
| ent at every dance and at every gayety.
| People without graudmothers grew a lit
| tie pale if, as modern girl said, they
| tried to PIT on frills before my Lady
| Disdain."
A GRACIOUS SOUTHERN WOMAN.
She had little mercy for the people of
/ to-day. She fOrgave as if she were a
| mighty power those unfortunate women
| whose fortunes had been made since the
| war; provided they were quiet, and she
/ condescended to men whose manners had
not been learned when those of Chester
! field were in vogue in way that told a
/ story. She was never so happy as when
/ she was retailing history, ana down here
! where life is continued series Of gener-
! alities, she was almost n reference book
! From her standpoint of superb health
/ she looked down on my weakness
and, regarding me as the outcome
/ of a time that does not produce
women who live to be so, was gracious to
| me for my grandmOther's sake. She
| pites while she is fond of me Last night
| she was greatly pleased at something that
was said near US. A Baltimore girl who
| had married a man with a great deal of
| money-mOney made in pig iron or some
thing else suggestive of a trough-but
| who had not married into grandfathers,
met an old school friend whose purse was
| as lean as her genealogy was long, but
whose daughters had been graduated
with great Donors from one of the col
leges Every one was talking of the
handsome bright, distinguished girls.
| Madame Pig Iron approached her
old friend and said with the i'll
sulting air that some people catch
| with the possession of money: II cannot
| tell you how surprised | was to hear that
it was your daughters who had become so
distinguished. All the blue blood came
/ to the surface, ana the answer was as
| quick as fash: Il really fail TO see why
| you should have been surprised, as I did
| not breed either a race of fools, or money
| seekers With that and an air as stately
as ever was assumed by Mary Washing
! ton, the little lady marched away, and
my Lady Disdain laughed with delight.
Soon after this she began TO talk about
! the romances Of life, and believing that
there are none now, for, as she says,
chow can there be romance when every
| thing bears the stamp of the dollar" she
| told me.
THE STORY OF THE OLD CEMETERY
| to which 1 drove with her the other day
! Years ago ii was a gentleman's country
! place, and at that time the city proper
| was a long distance from il. The flowers
| bloomed and the trees were beautiful all
! about that lovely old home, and here
! lived happily a father, two sons and a
| daughter, people Of fine birth, and who
were counted among the few great fami-
| lies of Maryland. The feuds of the
! Montagues and Capplets existed then as
/ it did in the days of Romeo and
| Juliet. The people on the next place
| were at bitter enmity with those
| VINO occupied this which is now
CrllV hnunffFt11
those who sleep until that last great day
when all shall be called to awake and an
swer, each in his turn, for his sins 1t
! almost goes without saying that the beau
| tiful daughter fell In love with the neigh
bors only son. Like the manly fellow he
was, ne went to her father, asked for her
! hand in marriage, was ordered off the
place and told him if he ever stepped his
foot on the ground again he would be
/ shot. But love, which laughs at lock-
smiths, laughed as well at the fathers.
| anger, and so, night after night, the
! young girl, dressed In her brothers.
clothes, went out to meet her lover
One night when the moon made the
! whole earth look as if it were bathed in
silver sunshine, she went to make the
! last arrangements for her elopement
! Some of the slaves had told her father
that the young man was coming on the
place, and that night they were watching
for him. They saw slender, bOyish
figure cross the lawn and the father shot.
IL swayed to and fro, the arms We're
thrown in the air, and then it fell,
but as it went over the soft hat dropped
off, and from under it came a flood of
golden hair. The wretched man had shot
his only daughter. The next day the
family left the house the girl was buried,
the old place was sold as a cemetery, and
the wretched man left the country.
Years afterward the father came back,
an old, worn out man; every morning
when the gates opened he came in and
sat by the grave Of his daughter until it
was time for them to close. AT last there
came a day when he was missing, and
soon he was carried there and laid beside
her whose life he had ruined.
mLUsTRoUs DEAD REST HERE.
II is an odd old place where sleeps the
Booth family, while not far from them
/ lies the body Of Elizab beth Patterson Bona
parte her tomb Is a huge block of gran
tie, so heavy to look upon that it would
seem that il was meant TO keep that rest
i less spirit still. On il, by her own re-
! quest is simply carved, After LIES
| ftful fever. she sleeps we'll" Another
quaint tom bstone is that of an old Ger
man: on the fiat slab two hands are
crossed, with the index finger of each
pointing 10 the side; under one is written