Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1894-02-22
Saint Maru's Beacon
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1t is q sin, Grace, and you are rs
miserable as am. You hate him
and wish him dead a thousand times
q day-the narrow-minded. jealous
tyrantv
'Husht' in a dumb awed voice;
che is just behind you, Grant
There he stood, the outraged hus-
band, a patient listener to every
word Aubrey had uttered. With
all his faults he was no coward, and
his eyes sparkled with jealous fury
as ne pointed a revolver at Aubrey,
who stood speechless and unarmed
before him.
With a fearful shrek Grace ran
to the edge of the rocks, and for
one brief instant stood peised there,
the light of another word in her
eyes; then, before either man, reused
from their angry passions BY her
fearful peril could interfere she had
thrown herself forward aud fell
down the dizzy height into the
peaceful waters beneath.
flushed awed voices sounded a
bout Ludlow House the next day,
and light footsteps glided up and
down the long corridor leading to
the drawing-rooms. There in state
reposed the bride of year; her long
glistening bridal robes half hiding
the coffin wherein she was laid, and
a peaceful smile, such as she had
never worn during her shoft mar
ried life, illumining the beauty Of
her face. The wearied soul had
found peace at last.
So ended what worldly minds had
planned and carried out, and these
kind relatives were thoughtful to
the last.
They had ruined her life; yet to
them was she indebted for little
kindness even after her death. Her
father and aunts pressed affectionate
kisses upon the marble brow. Grant
Aubrey covered the grave with cost
lest flowers, and placed tuberoses,
her favorite blossoms, in the dark
glossy hair, and to Ralph Alroy,
her husband, was she indebted for
a superb marble monument, point
ing its slender spire to heaven, and
bearing upon its pure white surface
the words:
Scored TO the Memory of Grace,
beloved Wife of Ralph Alroy.
Cut off in her youth and beauty,
q cherished wife and beloved daugh-
ter, she died as she had lived, pray
erfully trusting in Him who doeth
oil things well.
''Thy will, not ours, o Lord, be
DONE"
Surely there are sermons in tomb
stones, and from this one could be
preached q useful lesson. Grace
faded from the lives she had sacri-
fled her own happiness to make glad.
Her fathers speculations succeeded,
and he became q rich man once
more; her sisters all married hap
PLY, and Flo became the wife of
Grant Aubrey. She never guesses
at the true story of her sisters
death, and her husband is not the
man to tell her.
He sometimes visits the cemetery,
and bitter smile crosses his lips as
he reads the words over Grace AL
roy's grave; but he makes it a point
never to moralize and does not care
to reflect that. but for his criminal
folly, that young form might even
yet be radiant in life and happiness.
Her relatives, who made the match,
tell him that ''it is the will of Prov
idence;" and, although his better
reason revolts ard points at them
as her murderers, he is far too guilty
himself to openly accuse them.
So the great world goes on, and
many similar match will be made
by officious relatives, even before
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