The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1895-04-19
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CRIMSON ON THE HEARTH.
rms weird Romance os the Lonely Home
stead on D~vtl's Ialand.

rhs Weird Romance az the Lonely uom.
stead ON D~virs Island.
IN Where the incoming waves fron
& the sea meet the sparkling waters O
"A the picturesque Tuckahoe river
within plain view of Egg Harbo
bay, stands a little spot Of an islane
! that has been there as long as tn,
IS oldest Jerseyman can remember. i
Il Is not as large as it was, for tho in
(, Sading sea has been eating it away,
i inch by inch, foot by foot, until now
J. It Is but mere remnant Of its for.
e mer self. There are those who saw.
z however. that $50 years ago there
; was big log mansion on Devils is
land, and that it stood in the very
midst OF a garden spot Then, long
: years afterward. it stood wreck,
/ sheltering naught but the swallows,
owls and bats, for no human being
would live within walls that were
) said to bring death to the occupant.
Strange and weird is the story of
the haunted mansion of DEVILS is
land.
AT the outbreak of the French and
indian war the Tuckahoe tribe of
Delaware Indians had done dreadfu.
work on the island. Cruel had been
their torture and butchery of iona
than Junker and his good wife.
Junker had come over from Holland
with his young wife and son, and
after short stay at Cape May set-
tied on Devils island, where he
erected substantial log mansion.
BY miracle the boy had ESCAPED
the terrible fate of his parents. Then
for number of years, the island
nome was deserted, the settlers
dreading to occupy it. The Revolu-
tionary war found Jonathan Jun.
ker' the second, in the field, fighting
Tor his country's freedom. Then.
flushed with victory, the soldier re-
turned from the Continental army
20 claim for himself a blushing youngI
bride. The horrors of war had been
great, but the pay small, and with
oeace the newly welded couple found
nat their possessions consisted of
he home on Devils island, with its
neglected, weed covered farm.
The wife dreaded to live there u
nut her husband laughed at her fear
nd forebodings. l.
On the hearth of the mansion : old
replace, upon one Of the tiles, the
'oman had noticed a dark. round
pot. She had endeavored to efrac, n
by scrubbing and scraping. butt I
Ill 1t remained AS the winter davs
ent by the little spot seemed to Z
iarm, even to fascinate her There :
ere those Of her neighbors who de.
AIRED 1t to be the lifeblood of her
islands young mother, for there
'on the hearth the searchers had
und her, cold in death. with n
imson spot over her heart.
AT the eventide, seated before the
eplace, the woman's eyes could
inder to naught but the dread.
spot on the hearth. Then. while
looked, the spot would glow and
initiate in the blaze of the pinel Fl
=. Its cardinal red seemed to be n -
ing OF life; then it would fade
'ay The husband could sec but a
II spot and tried to allay his wife's n :,
lrs by attributing it to magma
n. o.o
{ was an April night, so they saw. 'he'
$50 who relate the story. Far in iau
vest q huge bank Of clouds, black car
night, was rising. Within the ora'
nsion on Devils island its owner
his fair young wife sat beside
fireplace. They knew not Of the
rms approach. Little they cared !
shing and sparkling on the
rthstone was the crimson SPOT
re lurid in its coloring than usual
husband, like the wife, saw it
" and fade away. Then the storm
ie--a peal of thunder that in its -
1blings fairly shook the earth-a J J
n OF lightning. White were the
. by the fireplace as they looked
n upon the little spot.
hen the morning came and the
INT sunlight streamed through
easements, the two watchers still
by the hearth. and there the
cheers found them. Lightning r
done its work. The spot on the
til had gone. The young soldier
his wife slept on and awoke no
Q. The Junkcr race died with ~
o, and the crimson spot was gone ND
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