Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1905-03-16

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| from her brow.
We've run a risk" she said IF
we'd ha' fingered another half hour
'twould ha' been the last o us. No
one ever lives as once sets eyes upon
the bride. One man vas foolhardy
enough to try ii long ago; he waited
and watched to see the bride come,
and he WAS never heard of again"
She must be IA terrible bride. then"
| answered, sitting down beside her.
won't you tell me about her? Tell
me the story from beginning to end.
| There is story. isn't there"
"Oh, yes, I've told 1t hundreds O.
shall hear 1t. 1t all happened cen
turtles ago, when the old church yonder
was Just building.
"A great gentleman come across the
sea from England-Lord Stewart by
name. He lived in a great house down
among the hills below there, and had
no end O servants. and dishes O. gold
and silver to eat out Of, and fine car
rlages to ride in, and his daughter was
the grandest lady in the whole coun-
try, and the handsomest. She had
| skin Ike SNOW, and cheeks like prim
roses. and eyes like stars, and she
wore gowns O. the finest silk ever
wove.
well, Lord Stewart meant to mar
| ry her to some great man who was to
come across from England; but the
Lady Beatrice. that was her name.
what should she do but fall in love
with the head architect. who was a
building the old church down yon-
| der
He was fine young fellow. but
he come Of the people, and wasn't over
rich, and he darent show himself at
Lord Stewards great house; so every
evening at twilight the Lady Beatrice
she comes down to the church to meet
him, and they walks up and down, a
talking o their love, till the midnight
stars were a shining overhead.
Lord Stewart he knows nothing
about 1t, and he sends to England for
the fine gentleman TO come over and
marry his daughter. And he comes,
and puts glittering ring on Lady
Beatrice's finger. and the wedding day
Is fixed. and the wedding fnery
making up-white silks and satins
and laces. such as never was seen
afore under the sun.
And Lady Beatrice Is afraid to say
a word, but she goes on a meeting her
| OF iuh oh
goes down to the church, and If he
isn't there she falls to singing in her
soft, sweet voice. and he hears her.
and comes. and they walk up and
down together.
But at last the wedding day comes
and the wedding feast Is cooked. and
all the grand wedding guests invited
And the wedding finery is all in readl
ness and Lord Stewart commands his
daughter to get ready for the mar
riage. And she dare not disobey, or
open her mouth to tell him q word
about the man she loves. SO she sits
white and still like ghost while they
robe her in the white silks and laces
and jewels, and then they lead her
down the great stairway. and put her
In the waiting carriage, and the grand
wedding party drives down to the new
church. They are to be married there,
the very first marriage before the
new altar.
"A groom gallops ahead. to bid the
head architect have the bells in readi-
ness to ring for the wedding, and he
goes up on the dizzy steeple, in great
hurry, to see for himself that all Is
right. lie has heard nothing of the
marriage, and has no dream that Lady
Beatrice is TO be the bride.
But presently he looks down. just
Is the grand party comes dashing up.
ing up to the steps, all in her white
silks and laces. with her white veil
flowing to her feet, and she a leaning
on the arm of the fine English gentle
man. All in minute, 1t flashes
| through his mind what Is going to
be-that Lady Beatrice has played
him false, and has come to church to
| be made another mans bride.
He grows blind and sick. and reels
where he stands, and presently he falls
hcadlong down from the dizzy steeple
lie strikes the tlagstones in the court
yard, right at Lady Beatrice's feet, as
she comes sweeping up on her bride
Srooms arm
She sces him. and knows him. ana
falls on her knees beside him. with
an awful cry. The blood stains her
| white marriage robes. and the white
roses in her hair fall out. and lay
dabblcd in a pool of red blood.
They raise her up and carry her
Off but the wedding does not go on
for the poor lady lies In swoon, and
that night she dies, calling on her
dead lovers name
The next day. when the men came
to wash away the blood stains from
the fagstones where the poor architect
fell. they find that Lady Beatrice'S
bridal roses have taken root, and are
| growing betwixt the faCstoneS in the
courtyard. aud instead of being white
they are blood red.
That's the story of the brides
roses. And for hundreds and hundreds
of years they have grown ana bloomcd
| i'm that Same Snot. and pVpry pitrht a.