Stranica 59 [59]
OCR
Bars TOR vO UG ARPES Uae VMiitRe res “What care we though life be short, We'll dream a fine dream, and think a fine thought. We'd grow fine feathers, sing fine songs, too, It we lived in a garden as the cardinals do.” A certain romantic incident is a matter of history at Brandon. There hangs closely tied in one of the chandeliers in the drawingroom, a small gold wedding ring. Each generation seems to have known and reverenced the ring; but no one knows when or why it was hung there. Whether some bride had cast it off because of the secret love in her heart for another, or whether it was the dying request of some dear old grandmother, who wished to leave the sign of her happy union in the room where she was married, is still a mystery at Brandon. Every old place has at least one particular ghost; and here it may be the bride who returns to guard her wedding ring and wish a blessing on her descendants. We'll call her the patron saint of brides; and I feel sure that this little saint draped in the silverwhite robes of moonlight, with a wedding veil of mist, still frequents some of the enchanted paths in the garden at Brandon. CAROLINE COLEMAN DUKE. 138]
