The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-09

The Story of a Fatal Love-Miss
Catherine Bullock Trusted a Man
Who Brilliantly Deceived Her-The
Romance Hidden Away in Two
Graves at Princeton.
From the New York Journal.
Princeton, n. J., April The practice
of laying violets or other flowers on the
grave of Catherine Bullock has become
so common among the students here that
now that spring has come, scarcely day
passes that the humble mound does not
receive its decoration. just how this idea
originated is puzzle 1t is a curious ex-
ample of the ofervescence Of the college
boys sentimentality-a pretty one.
The grave of Aaron Burr, which is also
in Princeton, is not, it is needless to say,
similarly honored-though it is an object
of interest TO the students.
The story that links these graves to-
gether is a romance of the early days of
the republic, and it is sad and tragic in
its way as anyof fiction.
1t was In 1859 that Aaron Burr made
his appearance in Princetown. 1t was in
the year when Wing Hall was founded
and before the Boston tea party had been
thought of He was only IA years old.
His father had been president Of the col
lege, and Jonathan Edwards, his grand
father, was president whom he entered.
His intellect was wonderfully developed
for his age.
He led a lonely life, caring little for
the society of his fellow students, much
for that of his books. In religion he was
a skeptic; in morality, of loose principal
"a wide contrast TO his Calvinistic an
cestors.
In this solitary way he passed his first
two years of his college course. He was
then ready to graduate, but the faculty
refused to allow him to do so on account
of his extreme youth. His senior year
was therefore passed with little to do in
the way of college studies. He spent his
time in reading and in taking long walks
about the town.
HE MET CATHERINE BULLOCK.
1t was some time in the spring of 1772
that he met Catherine Bullock, the
daughter of a farmer whose land abutted
the town. How or when he met her is
not related. She was young, ignorant
and beautiful girl, slightly older than
Burr, blooming in riotous beauty, full of
life and passion. BE was also very
young, well formed, with face of manly
beauty and intelligence. Already his
manners had much of that suave grace
which made the titled women of Europe
love him in after years when he fed his
country despised and rejected Outcast.
He was full of ideals, and embodied his
ideal in the passionate rustic beauty of
Catherine Bullock.
Each loved the other-he with the
brief, fierce passion that kills the object
of its love; she with the steadier flame of
alteration that burns on and on through
sorrow and shame, until il, too, destroys
the heart in which it burns
He told her of his love in the flower
strewn fields as they walked together in
the grand old forests, where then the
progress of civilization had made no i'm
preston. He swore the old false, sweet
vows that have cursed many a woman's
life before and since And she listened
all too willingly, forgetting her stern
farmer father, her lowly position, the
rank and fortune of her lover
Then came the eonamene cement, and
Burr went away, promising TO return and
to keep the vows he had sworn.
He departed, but he never came again.
The mad current Of life in New York the
exciting events preceding the revolution
caught and swept him away-away into a
wider and broader life in which she had
no part. She waited ON patiently, silently
enduring the thoughts of the shame that
must soon come upon her, never faltering
in her love. Perhaps once or twice a
| badly spelled tear-stained note came to
disturb the pleasure of the miscreant
lover. But doubtless, also, he never paid
any attention to it, for women were
always kind to Aaron Burr, and many a
victim fell beneath the charm of his ad-
dress. The country girl, with the radiant
checks and the glowing FORM was remem-
bered with some remorse, with more inn
I patience.
u,
on its falresb dress The shout of the
student, the quick ring of the chapel
/ bell, the hum and hustle incident to col
| lcge life-all were hushed. The town
/ slept beneath its leafy bower. But the
| peace and quiet Of town and country side
but intensified the wild struggle Of the
| lonely girl with her burden Of sorrow.
! Her stern and religious parents would
! look upon departure from the straight
and narrow path as a crime past all for
| giveness. She had no confdants, none
whom she could trust.
DIED OF HER SHAME.
| With tie autumn came the revelation
/ of her secret, the bursting of the wrath
/ about her, and with IN all the birth of the
/ of the nameless child. + Slowly, but
I surely, Catherine faded away. The
/ bright color left her cheeks Her eyes
/ long since bereft of their sparkle, now
/ were IStIess ana dead. Ana ever
/ heavier and heavier bore the weight of
! her shame The kindly face of her
! father regarded her but with a frown,
and mother eyes filed with tears at sight
| of her while the white hairs were sown
! thick in the heads OF both.
At last death gave her release. Mother
/ and child passed away into the silent ream
/ where no dream or sorrow disturbs the
! sleeper. Brief and troublous was this
F4.TI Il ~ L. a
/ dearly had she bought the love she priced
/ so highly. Basely was she betrayed
/ In the meadow Of her fathers farm,
/ where she and Burr had wandered to.
! gether beneath the myriad stars, tread
] ing the sweet, cool grass beneath their
| feet, so swift to run in the inviting by
way of Illicit love, there they laid her.