|Newspaper Title||Singleton Argus (NSW : 1880 - 1954)|
|Trove Title||Bonshaw: A Moreton Bay King|
A neat slab, eat with care out of thegranitc boulders that lay around, was crcetcd over tho grave of tho late King Uonsbaw. Travel lers Tyore ntirprined on reaching tho welcome
flhfcdo of tho grove by the creek to find a grave and tombstone fenced with wire, nnd fiowera and green grass growing on tho mound. In tho early morning some out flowors wero sprinkled ovor tho monnd, but tho fiery nun wanted them before noon. Amoretta lived, or rather oxisted, with tho Soanlans. Her fragile figure, from that wretohod night, wasted awny until sho be cfttno as weak as a child, and had to bo as sisted by Miss Seanlan to tho grove, which eho visited overy morning. To tho last eho tended tho flowers and tho grass—her only solace. A sweet cad smile lit up her wasted featnros as she looked at tho pretty mound and wound her arms around Mira Scanlan for support. Then they would go back slowly, with a rest hero and there by the way. A winter and a aarnmor had passed in thia way, and tho balmy evenings were giving place to cold winds and occasional oven ing fires. Amoretta was getting weaker and weaker. Tho season was exceptional in its severity. Frosts wero experienced, and a thin coating of ice was occasionally found on email poota of watv'r. The flowora on tho Httlo monnd drooped and died. When tho day? began to get Bhortor, and tho nights longer, Amoretta said to Miss Scanlan— " When I die lay mc bceido him." Ono moonlight night when tho stars shone out brightly, and the air was clear and cold, Miss Scanlan and George Sutton were walking —aa lovers love to walk—down by the creek, conversing in a low sweet voice of tho marriage that would soon take place and in which thoy wero to be tho chief actors. Aa they walked into tho shado of the grovo of trees by the creek, the moon shone through a break in the trees above and lit up the mound and tablet. Miss Scsnlan uttered a cry of apprehension. There, stretched on tho mound, colder than tho night, lay Amorotta, crushing tbo faded flowere closer to tho earth. She waa dead 1 Her soul had gone forth, and was now far from tho creek, tho cedar and the gum tree.s. Only a fow seconds ago it parted from all that belongod to tho land of her fathers, and now (freed from the clay that clogged her desire to bo with those she loved) it ilew to regions wo know not of, but can only guess and hopo. Tho lovers now lio sido by side, but tho placo io no longer marked by tho tombstono or the mound with its flowers. Time and the floods have swept theao memorials away, bot their memory lives. Tho Httlo children aro told of tho bravery of King Bonshaw, and lho maidens of tho love of Amoretta. THE END.