The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1905-07-21

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 was foOlhardy
enough to try it long ago; he waited
and he was never heard OF again."
"She must be a terrible bride, then"
l answered, sitting down beside her;
won't you tell nae about her? Tell
me the story from beginning to end.
There is a story, isn't there"
"Oh, yes, I've told it hundreds O.
times in my day. Listen, and you
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
riages to ride in, and his daughter was
the grandest lady in the whole coun-
try, and the handsomest. She had
skin like snow, and cheeks like prim-
roses, and eyes like stars. and she
wore gowns O. the anest silk ever
wove.
"Well, Lord Stewart meant to mar
~ 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
building the old church down yon-
der.
"He was a nne young fellow, but
he come Of the people, and wasn't over
rich, and he daren't 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 it. 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 a
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 meeting her
lover. Every evening at twilight she
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 readi-
ness, and Lord Stewart commands his
daughter to get ready for the mar.
rage. And she dare not disobey, OF
open her mouth to tell him word
about the man she loves. So she sits
white and still like a ghost, while they
robe her in the white silks and laces
and jewels, and then they lead hel
down the great stairway, and put bel
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
ness to ring for the wedding, and he
goes up on the dizzy steepie, in a great
hurry, to see for himself that all Ii
right. He has heard nothing Of the
marriage, and has no dream that Lady
Beatrice is to be the bride.
But presently he looks down, Just
as the grand party comes dashing up
ing up to the steps, all in her white
silks and laces, with her white vel
flowing to her feet, and she leaning
on the arm Of the fine English gentle
man. All in a minute, it flashel
through his mind what is a going tt
be-that Lady Beatrice has PLAYED
him false, and has come to church t.
be made another mans bride.
HE grows blind and sick, and reels
where he stands, and presently he fall.
headlong down from the dizzy steeple
He strikes the flagstones in the court
yard, right at Lady Beatrics's feet, a!
she comes sweeping up on her bride
groom's arm.
"She sees him, and knows him, ant
falls on her knees beside him, will
an awful cry. The blood stains he
white marriage robes, and the whit
roses in her hair fall out, and la,
dabbled in pool of red blood.
"They raise her up and carry he
off, but the wedding does not go on
for the poor lady lies in swoon, ant
that night she dies, calling on he
dead lovers name.
1.-THE next day, when the men cam
to wash away the blood stains iron
the fiagstones where the poor architec
fell, they find that Lady Beatrice
bridal roses have taken root, and ar
growing betwixt the 1agstones in tn
courtyard, and instead of being white
} they are blood red.
That's the story Of the bride
roses! And for hundreds and hundred
of years they have grown and bloome
in that same spot; and every night, a