A Sad Romance of Baltimore.

Auckland Star, Volume XVII, Issue 247, 20 October 1886, Page 4

A Sad Romance of Baltimore.

The cemetery in Baltimore is a wonderfully romantic place. Some very noted pooplo eleep there. Thero are the Booth family and Mmo. Patterson-Bonaparte, who has carved upon the huge block of granite that keeps hor ambitious spirit down: " After life's fitful fever, ehe sleeps well.'' But the romance that created the cemetery ia 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 ho lavished all the love that a man of passionate nature can give, and you can imagine how indignant ho was when he was told that she wanted to marry a handsome worthless cousin. Ho pos-i----tivaly forbade it, ordered tho cousin not to come near the house, and ho forced his daughter to promise ehe would not meet him outside.

Weeks passed, and during that time the darkies bo^an to talk of robbers on the place. They declared they bad seen them, and talked so much about it that the sons and their father concluded to keep an outlook one evening. Nothing was 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 whito man, and very certainly, they thought, one of the robbers. The father fired, tho figure swayed to ani fro, and thon fell to the ground. Out they rushed tocapture the robber, and they found their eister, 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 tho 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 clothed. The darkies had seen them, and as they kopt their faces well hidden, were quite sincere in believing thorn people who had come to steal. The family vault on tho 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 wbb too stormy to keep the father from spending it just besido the vault. When tho gates oponed 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 ha had loved and killed, and left them to rest in peace. This is all true, and yet the realists complain of the lack of romance in life,—Correspondent! New York " Star." '