Luke St. Germaine and his wife Olivia emigrated from Montreal to Cross in 1884. They worked a small parcel of land for Duncan Blood, and kept to themselves, except for Sundays, when they would ride into town to attend services at the Catholic Church.
By 1899, the St. Germaines were a known quantity in Cross. People would nod hello, and Luke and Olivia would do the same. Most nights, when the weather was pleasant, Duncan could be found sitting on the porch of the couple’s small home, enjoying a pipe and conversing easily in French.
On Wednesday, December 5, 1900, Luke was found frantic in his field. He was clad only in an undershirt and pants, his feet bloody and raw as he snapped at his horses and urged them on.
Around him, a better part of the field had been transformed into churned earth.
When he questioned as to what had occurred, he motioned towards the house, refusing to waste breath on explanations.
Olivia was on their bed, a soft smile on her lips and her eyes closed. She wasn’t breathing, nor was there any heartbeat, but the woman didn’t seem dead.
A letter beside her, written on vellum and in beautiful script, said, “Monsieur St. Germaine, her heart is in the field. Find it, and she will be yours again.”
Luke worked himself to death in the fields, and when he passed, his body and Olivias were placed in a crypt erected by Duncan.
The crypt stands beside the field, and within it Olivia is still perfectly preserved beneath the glass lid of her coffin.
Her heart remains hidden, and no one knows how it was done, who did it, or why.
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