Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1909-03-25
The MoOrehouse Tragedy
BY
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by MIS-. Jano, q. Austin.

led him to his room, and, pointing
to it, said
There is a man whom l have
AfYied-your wife will tell you
Why Carry him out, and bury him
directly under the window
. MY husband was man of but
few words, and he believed in his
master next to his Godb So he took
the body on his shoulder, without a
single question, carried it out, and
made the grave at the foot of the
poplar whose branches keep scrap
| ing across the window as i talk.
suppose the poor lad used to reach
the window by climbing up its
branches. oh, hope, hope it was
to be married that they stole away
that morning.
'The next day my master, my
young mistress, and 1, set out upon
| Q journey, leaving Andrew to send
away the servants=who. were all
of them stupid negroes, and sus-
pescted nothing=to my masters
plantation in Maryland, and then
to lock up the house.
Don't stir or pack naything, =
said my master; "just lock the door
and leave all to rot together.
1--WE obeyed him, except that
tried to wash away the spot upon
the floor of the Chamber to the
East. But that is spot, Miss
Rosalind, that water will never
cleanse or fade.
"And then?'' l whispered, as Es-
Their paused solemnly.
'And then we travelled to the
city, where my master went directly
to his lawyer and told the whole
story. There was an examination
before Judge, believe, Dut the
colonel never %sas brought to rial.
l.never knew much about this part
of it, for everything was kept as
quiet as possible; and the few peo-
pie who ever heard of it at all sup
posed the tutor was killed in a
duel, after some quarrel with the
4 colonel, and no more was thought
about it. Then we went to Cuba,
one, few months after our arrival.
ooh, weary, weary dayl"
moaned.
Don't, my pet! now don't go on
like that, unless you would kill your
poor old nurse. Whist, now, bairnie
and l will tell you more about your
poor girl mother"
Yes; tell me more. Did she love
me? was she pleased?"
Dear child, she never knew
you; never spoke a single word
never cried a single tear, from the
moment she sat upon the floor OF
her chamber dabbling her fingers in
her lovers blood She laughed
, sometimes; but such a taught
, Hours and hours sne would si
crouching upon the floor, padding
and spatting with her little hands
upon the carpet, and anon looking
q up in my face to laugh. On, Mis-
!, never see so sad sight. Those few
! months made of me an old woman
a before I had passed my prime.
/ "At last she was sick. and 70,
t were born; and then, thank God
o baby 1 nursed, and the fair younl
v girl l loved so well, is as pure al
d angle now as waits beside Hi
throne.
- when all was over, her fathe
= came, and looked long and earnest
q ly upon the sweet, still face, and a
= last he slowly stopped and kisse
her brow. But it was kiss tina
!, only said that in the grave all sin
i must be forgiven, and If she coul
d have opened her loving eyes
'r thank him, he would have wipe
ID away the kiss, If 1t had taken tn
le skin with it.
u Then he babe me find nurs
\ for you, and brought you home q
~ the child of his son, who had die
" in Cuba the year before.
&c 1--WE went directly to our Mar.
!. land plantation, and there was n
10 one there to notice or care thf
the lichd of Henry Howard, who ha
X lain a year in his grave, was br
W a few weeks old.
3 when you were old enough 20
\ were sent to boarding school