The Yale expositor., 1898-11-18

the bride and bridegroom to tho
Grange. one bright June evening, just
like this, she put on her wedding
dress and veil, slipped down to the
river unperceived and flung herself in,
hoping, dare say, that the flood
would carry her fair body to the sea
as gracefully and smoothly as that
leaf you"
"Well-well-and il didn't?" inter
rupted my wife.
1T carried her as far as the Red
Mill below the second bridge, where
poor, foolish wench she and all her
bridal finery were ground to pieces"
ooh, what horrible story!" cried
Helen, with a shudder. Poor Cecilyl
II hope she was dead before She
reached the machinery"
History does not say, but I pre-
sumo she was. Her idea was poetical
enough, and would have been very eff
fective but for the interference of fate
in her case. You know the river pass
es under the Grange terrace, where
every fine evening in summer 1t was
Master Ronald's habit to sit drink
ing and smoking far into the night,
and Cecily meant to float down.
shrouded in her wedding veil, like
Elaine Of old, under her faithless low
er's eyes,"
"Then he saw her." broke in my
wife eagerly-"he must have seen
her, Paul; for you know the Grange
Is about half mile above the mill.
Don't spoil the story by saying he
was not there when she passedp'
I'm afraid, my dear, i shall have to
spoil it by a most Disseminating de-
movement, if you want the truth ana
nothing but the truth. However, II
you wish, I'll turn the story"
mo, no; keep to the text"
"Well, the text is, that when Miss
Cecily passed Henshaw unfortunately
had just opened his third bottle and
his sight in consequence was a trife
misty; he just turned to his wife,
who, report said chung to the de-
canters almost as devotedly as her
lord, and hiccoughed drowsily-
al say, Betty, there goes another
car-case Of Thompson's. That Is 10
fourth sheep he's lost this season by
r-hood-unlucky beggar! - to
which Mistress Betty nodded acqufes-
cence with closed eyes. The body OK
the young lady was carried unchecked
TO the mill, where, next morning, there
was not enough OF her found to NIL
even a corner of the coffin her afilict-
ed relatives laid in the family vault,
not enough to fashion the faintese
outline of a ghost wherein to haunt
the Grange and hurry Mr.. Hernshaw
TO remorseful self-destruction."
Then he lived?"
"Lived-rather! Lived to marry
two other wives and die at the patri-
archal age OF ninety-three."
cit had no effect on him-the poor
girls awful death?"
"Oh, dear, yes; it had a certain
effect! He left the Grange the day
after the funeral, had a fortnights'
heavy spree in London. which seemed
To have steadied his nerves and
drowned his remorse, for before the
end of the month he was home again,
as hale as ever and indulging in his
usual pastimes."
How could woman love and die
for such a-a-man-he must have
been half an ANIMAL" muttered Helen,
her eyes cleaning.
That's the very remark my poor
father used to make when telling me
the story. Old Ronald was alive, You
know, when he was a boy, and my
father has often remarked to me
that of all the hideous bloated disrep-
utable looking old boys he had ever
seen Hernshaw of the Grange was
the worst, and that if poor Cecily could
have looked on her lover in his latter
days she would have bitterly rued
the fatal plunge that robbed her per-
haps of happy useful life and a quiet
deathbed surrounded by her children's
faces"