Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1898-11-27

"I'd go myself but for my leg as is SD bad, said Mrs. Worden.
 Then Prue caught up the pitchers and ripped down the path to the old quarry pit, away past the old gnarled oak and tie eonjuring rock.
 Never shall ] forget what ensued.
 There was a cluster of people about the church gate. These were friends ready to pelt with rice. The parson was in waiting. The bridegroom and his best man had arrived. Prue had been q favorite at the hall, and the squire's daughters were there, all smiles. and they had brought with them a present which was to be put into Prues hand as she went blushing like d June hedge rose down the church avenue. And the ringers were all there. without their coats, in the tower, waiting and not ob1ivious to the fact that after merry peal they would be called to the cottage to refresh them selves,
 The party waited, then became impa- tient Some ran along the rold to see whether the bride were coming in sight. But all they saw was a child running. Presently the child came up breathless.
 '.Please-Mrs. Vorden says you're all to come-something has happened. She's in that state she couIdn't say all.
 Still no suspicion of the real evil oc- cured Some little misfortune perhaps.
 "It's Prue. It's something to Prue, 3 gasped the child. Then the tiding ran like lightning through all assembled. The last to hear it was George Kenna- way, who was in the church; but when he did hear it he ran and outstripped them all.
 He first reached the cottage Mrs. Worden was then in condition of ter TOT and distress that almost bereft her of her senses.
 s.Prue-a she said, "went to the we'll after water-my poor legs-I couldn't get down-but she went for the water two pitchers. I-have-I-"
 George Kennaway waited to hear no more. He ran down the steep descent, calling Prae. The answer came from the rocks in a lower note, "Prue! Prue!" 1 jaeIdaW rushed out from the ivy.
 Then he came to the well. She was not there, but he saw also at a glance why she was not there During the preceding night a portion of the over hanging slate rock had fallen. not much but just sufficient to crush in the top of the well. and render access to the water impossible without assistance from a crowbar.
 The girl had consequently not been able to draw water where accustomed, and she had gone towards the quarry pit. Here, as already said, the rock was slaty, inclined at a steep angle, and it was moist and slippery. She had stepped onto this. and had stopped, careful not to stain her white gown, with both pitchers in her hands, to dip for the water in the tarn, cold and erys- tai water
 She had over-balanced, her feet had slipped on the smooth. sloping slate and she had fallen in. And there foating on the bottle green water, she was seen like u dead white swan.
 The other day I went over the ramp to look at the ruined cottage Years had passed since this took place, which [ have described. After the death of their only child the Wordens had left the cottage. and it had fallen into ruin. None else would take it. owing to the difficulty about the water, the distance it had to be drawn, and the tragedy connected with the well.
 As l stood musing, looking at the erumbling walls-no flowers, no bees there now-l noticed man of middle age come up the steep path from the we'll
 The quarry of late had been again in activity and the rubbish was being shot to fill up the old workings. but as yet the very oldest pit, that where the well was, had not been invaded
 turned to speak to the man. He seemed stranger. At least I did not know him,
 A picturesque spot, 1" said I; ito an artist quite a study"
 ''I am not an artist" he replied This spot is dear to me, ineXpfessibly dear through sad remembrances.
 looked closer at him.
 s1cs," said he, my name is George Kepnaway. I-you know me now l see well, after that event I could not bear to be here. l went to Austrana, and have done well there. I have come back now, after all these -and-welI, sir, I have been to see the captain of the slate quarry, and I said to him. q will pay you almost what you like to ask, if you will spare me the well and the old pit. Do not choke and bury them up-not whilst live-for Gods sake-I could not bear it. I sa7g-that white girl floating there-no-let it re- main as it was. Ask what you will
 4 Pot of Flowers.
 Artificial flowers are fashionable this