New-York tribune., 1902-01-19

angular bit Of green He mounted the perch and
lifted the knocker the horizontally divided door.
In a moment sprightly woman OF more than
sixty years came to the door. and cheerily said:
What I do for you, gentlemen? Walk in"
Stepping inside the wide old hallway in one
corner of which stood a grandfather's clock, the
strangers guide asked permission to take him into
the garden in the rear.
why certainly. You needn't go around. I'll
take you through the house" Through half-open
doors either side of the hall could be fire
places, a four-posted bed and a curtained alcove
filled with books. Through the low ceiled dining
eheH WITH the ITS e a5d Ss door Sa
The guide stepped briskly toward the sagging old
gate. remarking as he did
This house house was the home Of Tory in Reyolu-
tlonary times and the cemetery once occupied the
The gate creaked as it swung open. It led into
world Even the rattle of wagon wheels upon the
phere of the quaint old garden. Down through its
sa ran I long ne path m on either side by
ing the pathway Here and there were peonies and
Come down to that old arbor at the end of the
ersE t said & the ggde The stransGr after trav-
One night last June began the guide. when
arbor to sit and dream little while. It was a
@ RefqG co1d night see tb THE 70 N WAS fq and and m q it's its
wa walk ,a felL Into mt "a doze from which was aroused
ha to be gaze yoG h 4 Re Tes
Of long ago; open the gate and slowly walk down
an instant 10 twne tendril Of the honeysuckle
Nlie dpoul Htf HHBtIs. coulu see ner lace PAIN
ly. 1T was sweet TO look upon, but haunted
by expression Of grief. Looking down the path
If watching for one. her face gradually
lighted with JOY. She walked slowly back toward
the gate. sometimes looking shyly down at her
hands casped before her. then up with an express
sion Of happiness. and the lips would IL
she were speaking to at her side Do you
that tall rosebush away down the walk? That
mass of white blooms In June. This strange
figure stopped before that bush and pucked a
number OF roses. Burying her face in the blossoms
she took from the bush. kissed it. and IL
looked If she trying to put il into
ones buttonhole 1t fell TO the ground. She then
walked slowly TO the gate with head bent. as IL
in thought. and passed out of sight.
1T late-in the evening when the figure dis
appeared / did not carry out my determination
10 learn about this maiden until the next day.
That CHEEKY who gave permission
come out here then told me that the old Tory who
lived here in the Revolutionary period had a
daughter, who in love with a young patriot.
The crusty fellow opposed their love The old
garden was their trysting place. One June n
ing almost before the sCn up the young
Ioue away TO join Washington's army, white
again she told nfe. and the young woman pined
away and died.
Notice that harplike hotel opposite the old stage
mouse! You could never guess why those two
hoteis race each other. and why the barnlIke one
was buiit' said the guide. as he walked along
nalh-st. In the fall OF 1912 young woman about
twenty-five years old came here from Yonkers as
she told everybody, to seek release from her hus-
pand' who, she said. brutal and unfeelinc
wretch as ever bore the name Of man, and .as
NIle monster as ever trod the Of crime
hdue her nome at the Stage House Her personal
Charins ENLISTED In her the sympa thies Of
,he young men OF the town. and when one day her