The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1900-01-26

strange, new rcfulgcncc, that made
the old women glance at each other,
and caused the young braves wakeful
hours; but she gave them no heed.
The touch OF the white mans fingers
still crept tcndcrly about her throat.
When on the third night the sharp
disk of the hunters moon cut the gray
clouds banked thrcateningly against
the horizon, size slipped away alone
down the Linganorc trail, with beating
heart, to listen to the love COO of the
wood dove to its mate. All was still
save an owl that screcched resentfully
to the disturbing moon beams, and the
Linganorc beating restlessly against
the rocks. The moon rose higher, the
defeated clouds retrcated out of sight
and the whole world seemed flooded
with light, while out from the blue
white cliff trcmbled the soft, low call
of the dove.
Across the stones in the river bed
went the maiden, coo, NJ in reply. She
could see the outline of the white man
half way down the cliff He had evil
IDENTIFY lost the trail and was hating
there, Keeping tryst with her. Blttcred
and bruised DC lay, ca>p;ir "ith his
trembling fingers Il string OF amber
beads She lifted his head to her
breast, and smoothing back the damp
ringlets from his brow urged him to
rise.
"Comc,' She said; ''tlc daughter of
Linganorc is strong as the brave he
should have sired in her stead. Let
her bear you in l.er arms to the wig
wan and tend you with her own hands"
NAY, maiden, let me lie" he pleaded;
"the agony Of death is upon me-
Pillowing his head upon her breast,
she sat until the moon sank to rest.
Then suddenly she was seized with a
burning pain at her heart. "Alas!'
she cried, II ain bitten 10y the white
serpent, and the fever of death is upon
me, also"
With mighty effort she lifted the
pale-face in her strong, young arms
and climbed to the summit of the cliff;
but blindness, born of the bite of the
serpent, was upon her, and with a
sharp cry she tottered, reeled, and fell
backward to the rushing water, the
arms of the white stranger encircling
her.
This is the legend of the Linganore:
and it is said that, even now, one who
wanders beside its banks, gazing into
the smooth pools, may see the face of
the Indian maiden and that of her lover.
The white serpent still haunts the glen
and its painless bite means agony and
death
\ man read this legend in country
paper as he sped away from the heat
and noise of the city. He was quite
tired out 10y the cares of business. He
had entered the struggle to forget; his
success had brought him leisure to re-
member. Perhaps, away from the
busy world forgetlulness would respond
to his wooing. There had been a
woman in his life, though lie had not
realized that she was the one womHn
until she had passed out of it, Sac
did not often trouble him, but now and
then, in the loneliness of his bachelor
apartment, her brown eyes would seek
his with cruel insistency and some
times he could have sworn he heard
the low, happy laugh with which he
was once so familiar. He thought of
her. in spite Of himself, as the train
sped toward the Maryland heights.
1t was the story that enthralled him.
Folding the paper, he placed it in his
pocket, and shook himself so free of
the remembrance that, as he stepped
from the car to the platform of the lit
tie station, the woman was quite for
gotten. Nor did either the legend or
the woman recur to him as he drove
eastward over the well-kept road.
1t was after night when he reached
the Hills Inn, nesting above the
Monocacy valley, its long porches and
many windows facing the blue noun
tans. He was disgusted to find the
house crowded. He dlslikcd crowds,
and for this reason kept in the shell
tered corner of an upper porch until
bedtime, and after breakfast next
morning lighted his cigar and saun-
tered down the shady road toward the
river.
The sound Of happy voices came to
him from the lawn, and soon a swiftly
driven carriage raised cloud of dust
about him and went laundering over
bridge toward which he walked. Di-
verging to the right, he opened Il wide
gate leading into Il grass-grown lane
that was soon lost in the heart of the
wood. Sweet, musky odors came to
him from the elder bushes and wild
roses shcltcring under the trees. Birds !
twittercd at his approach, huttering
dcccptivcly to lead him away from
their nests. He took off his hat to de-
rive full benefit from the refreshing
GOODNESS that pcrmeated the place. He
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