A Sad Romance of Baltimore.

Te Aroha News, Volume IV, Issue 176, 30 October 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

A Sad Romance of Baltimore.

The cemetery in Baltimore is a wonderfully romantic place. Some very noted people sleep there. There are the Booth family, and Mme. Patterson-Bonaparte, who has carved upon the huge block of granite that .keeps her ambitious spirit down : " After life's fitful fever, she sleeps well." But the romance that created the cemetery is perhaps the greatest of all. A great many years ago it was the country place of a very wealthy family. The father, a widower, had one daughter and several sons. On this girl he lavished all the love that a man of paseionate nature can give, and you can imagine how indignant he was when he was told that she wanted to marry a handsome worthless cousin. He positively forbade it, ordered the cousin' not to come near the house, and he forced his daughter to promise she would not meat him outride. Weeks passed, and during that time the darkies be^aa to talk of robbers on the place. They declared they bad seen them, ana talked so much about it that the sons and their father concluded to keep an outlook one' evening, Nothing waa said about it for fear of alarming their sister. Far into the night they watched and saw in the moonlight a figure cross the lawn, evidently a white man, and very certainly, they thought, one of the robbers. The father fired, the figure swayed to ani fro, and then fell to the ground. Out they rushed tocapture the robber, and they found their sister, dying, unable to say a word, and they knelt beside her until her heart ceased to beat. Then they lifted their precious burden and carried it back to the home which she had left a few hours before with such a gay heart. Believing that her father's anger was only temporary, she had evening after evening met her lover in the park ; and, to escape detection, had each time put en a suit of her younger brother's clothes. The darkies had seen them, ana as they kept their faces well hidden, were quite sincere in believing them people who had come to steal. The family vault on the place received the dead girl's body, the house was torn to the ground, and the beautiful park sold for a cemetery, with the understanding that the vault was to remain as it was. The brothers disappeared into the world, but as years went on no day waa too stormy to keep the father from spending it just beside the vault. When the gates opened he was first to go in, and the keepers would come and tell him when it was time to leave. At last there came a day when he did not come. In a little while they carried him there, put the lifeless clay beside the child ho had loved and killed, and left them to rest in peace. This' is all true, and yet the realistB complain of the lack of romance in life. — Correspondent New York " Star."