CHAPTER XII.

"A PRETTY GIRL WITH AUBURN HAIR WHOM POE LOVED."

"The old lady commenced by saying that she had known Poe quite

intimately when she and her mother were residents of Baltimore, about

1832. She was then seventeen years of age and attending a finishing

school in that city. She confided to me, laughingly, that she was

considered a very pretty girl, with dark eyes and curling auburn hair.

"The first time she noticed Poe, she said, was once when she was

studying her lesson at the window of her room, which was in the rear of

the house. Looking up, she saw a very handsome young man standing at an

opposite back window on the next street looking directly at her. She

pretended to take no notice, but on the following evening the same thing

occurred. He appeared to be writing at his window, and each time that he

laid aside a sheet he would look over at her, and at length bowed. This

time a school friend was with her, who, in a spirit of fun, returned the

bow. That evening, as the two were seated on the veranda together, this

young man sauntered past and, deliberately ascending the steps of the

adjoining house, spoke to them, addressing them by name. He sat for some

time on the dividing rail of the two verandas, making himself very

agreeable, and the acquaintance thus commenced in a mere spirit of

school-girl fun, was kept up for several weeks, some story being

invented to satisfy the mother.

"'Of course, it was all wrong,' said the old lady, 'but it was fun,

nevertheless; and we girls could see no harm in it. But one evening,

when Mr. Poe and myself had been strolling up and down in the moonlight

until quite late, my mother desired him not to come again, as I was only

a school girl and the neighbors would talk. So our acquaintance ended

abruptly.' She added that, although they never again met, she always

felt the deepest interest in hearing of him, and had never forgotten her

fascinating boy-lover.

"Asked if she had ever seen Virginia, she replied: 'Yes, several times,

when she was with her cousin;' that 'she was a pretty child, but her

chalky-white complexion spoiled her.'"

Mr. Allan died in March, 1834, leaving three fine little boys to inherit

his fortune.

Some time before his death an absurd story was circulated, which we find

related in the Richmond _Standard_, of April, 1881, thirty-one years

after Poe's death, on the authority of Mr. T. H. Ellis, of Richmond. It

appears that a friend of Poe wrote to the latter that Mr. Allan had

spoken kindly of him, seeming to regret his harshness, and advising him

to come on to Richmond and call on him in his illness. Acting upon this

advice, he, one evening in February, presented himself at Mr. Allan's

door. The rest, as told by Ellis, is as follows:

"He was met at the door by Mrs. Allan, who, not recognizing him, said

that her husband had been forbidden by his physician to see visitors.

Thrusting her rudely aside, he rapidly made his way upstairs and into

the chamber where Mr. Allan sat in an arm-chair, who, on seeing him,

raised his cane, threatening to strike him if he approached nearer, and

ordered him to leave the house, which he did."

Woodbury asserts the truth of this story, because, as he says, "Mr.

Ellis had the very best means of knowing the truth." But Ellis was at

this time only a youth of 18 or 20, and had no more opportunity of

knowing the truth than the numerous acquaintances of the Allans' to whom

they related their version of the incident, with never a mention of the

cane. Poe, they said, accused the servant of having delivered his

message to Mrs. Allan and, creating some disturbance, the latter called

to the servant to "drive that drunken man away." Mr. Ellis should have

remembered that Mrs. Allan, to the day of her death, asserted that she

had never but once seen Poe; consequently, this story of the second

meeting between them and of Poe's "rudely thrusting her aside," and

being threatened with the cane, is simply a specimen of the gossip which

was continually being circulated concerning Poe by his enemies.

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