The Washington herald., 1913-07-13

was 145 years ago. but you can 60 there
today and the quaint old brick house of
colonial type on the hill back from the
main road, is the same that stood there
nearly century and a half in the past
the handiwork Of an English pioneer. The
building has two stories, with a steeply-
pitched roof and gabled windows. The
bricks are worn, but are firm. standing
the test Of time in a manner that seems
to proclaim the fineness of England's at
tainments of the past.
Picturesque Mill Built.
In this old house lived warfield and
other Of the settlers while they were
building the picturesque mill by the side
of the branch and the little stone houoe
that stands Just across the road a little
back from the bank Of the stream. Both
structures were Of stone. quarried in that
same valley, and cut and laid by these
same men.
The mill has in recent years been pur-
chased by the Riggs estate, and now
stands idle and crumbling, its windows
broken, its thick, firm walls covered with
moss, its millstones worn and cracked
its machinery rusted and broken, its
mighty turban rotted and slimy. 1t has
not always been thus. Until Just a few
years ago 1t was IN continuous operation,
its life record running over . span of 13s
years. most respectable showing for
any institution. 1t was a grist mill,
turning OUT rye and wheat hour. Al
though not white, the -four was ex-
ccedingly sweet, and was in constant ie.
mand. its surprising qualities being her
aided for many miles around. Only eight
years ago -four from this time -honorec
institution won first prize at a Hyatts.
Vile fair.
But Ann Barber! We had almost forgot
ten ner. She was the pretty niece Of this
same Mr.. Waraeld who builded the mill
and the settlers houses. Poor lovely
Ann! Her lie began In London town with
the birth. Of a new century-a century
that was to reveal wonders undreamed
Of And when Ann was a very little girl
her mother would often take her in her
lap and tell her of the uncle who had
sailed out to sea many and many a year
before, and now was in the wildy with
the Indians in fsr-away America. AID
little Ann would shudder when her
mamma would speak of the redmen anc
the lonely wilderness. but little did she
dream in those childish days that among
those same Indian haunts, and amid that
same dreamy expanse Of silent trees, she
some day would make her bed for q
sleep unending and eternal.
Her wondrous Eyes.
Ann Barber grew, and a. she grew she
waxed more and more beautifuEso
beautiful that she could not pass down
the streets Of old London town without
some one turning to gaze at her face
and to speak Of her lovely features. Her
eyes were clear and blue. and shone with
Q wondrous brilliancy. and her hair was
long and silken and flowed with a de-
lightful abandon. Her face was radiant
and beautiful. although, SO the story
runs, there ever pervaded II q strange
and fathomless sadness that enhanced
her exquisite features. -
Ann was now twenty-five years Of age
q beautiful. beaming maiden. And Ann
was In love. With whom? Not soul
knew his name. But Ann was in love.
and her love was . London youth. All
these years her father and her mother
had been dreaming Of the land Of oppor-
tmiH beyond the soaA and now that