The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1879-10-03
4 MASQUERADE.

MISS I-ONell 5 appearance at lne OEcndIu
Farm. ''An aquiline nose i Il defect III
any woman's ) face; it looks strong mind
ed. -
And that black silk dress of hers has
been turned, too. I saw the old stitch
es.- yawned Essie. ''What do you
think of her singing :"
Guy seems to hang upon her num-
bers. =
.'She's a novelty =
Fascinating or otherwise, the gentle
men at the house seemed to rally about
Miss Lowell to the no small discontinue
Of the Misses Thornton. Her very in
difference lent a charm and even the
turned silk failed to disgust them, or
the fact that she was suspected Of earn
ing her own living. There was a picnic
to the recesses of the Pine Woods one
day. when other eXpedients for killing
time had been nearly exhausted, planned
and carried out by Miss Lucia and her
sister.
.'Aud where is our charming Miss
Lowell ?'' asked Duchene, an attache OF
one of the Legations, whom Lucia had
contrived 10 attach to her party.
I don't know" returned Lucia.
lis not Miss Lowell here ?" demand
ed Guy, ''and why is she not -
Don't annihilate US, Guy What is
Hecuba to you p
II will return for Miss Lowell, " said
Duchene. not cOmprehending the situa-
tiOn.
4 will fetch her myself, - threatened
+ Guy. hurrying away. But he did not
return. Miss Lowell had no mind to ac-
cept an invitation at the eleventh hour;
she was busy sketching. Would she not
give him lesson III the art And
whether or 10, there he stayed beside
her till the sunset dyed the sea with the
hues Of a shell. No end Of banter fol-
lowed when the party returned from the
woods.
This is the way Nh Thornton does
his picnicking - questioned Duchene.
Don't YOU know" addressing Miss
Lowell. THAT they used to burn women
for witchcTaft p
. Neither did the men escape.
These Thofntons are a proud family, -
he pursued. ''They think themselves
. the cream Of society and the rest Of the
world but skim-milk.'
And 1 represent bonny-claUber, per
haps."
They are a naughty race; whoever is
not born with a silver spoon in isnouth
is beneath notice except for amuse-
ment. =
you seem to have studied the Thorn
tons.
They interest me with their contempt
for work: ] wonder nobody asks if the
malt that lay in the house that Jack
built was not furnished by their grand
fathers brewery
You are too bitter. Mr.. Duchcne-
bitter as beer. And Mr.. Thornton, does
lie share their contempt =
Il have not heard but he is . Thorn
ton"
Miss Lucia thinks your lecture is
long. She is u'doubt about the text. !
believe you engaged her for this waltz?''
They were having some informal dane
ing il the paTlOr5 that night.
One evening in August, Miss LCEe1
having spent d duh day indoors, threw
open her blinds. aad felt it a waste Oi
the season to remain under a roof. The
universe seemed too narrow TO hold her
and throwing on a cloak which euyelop
ed her. folding a black veil across he
yellow hair, and fastening the hood o
her wrap beneath her chin, she stole out
Presently, as she sat in the shadow OF Z
great rock, a boat put in, and Duchen'
f helped Miss Lucia ashore and strOlle6
away, while Guy planted an oar in tht
sand. and EssiC cTouched beside him.
p y on viii take cold, - said Guy. ~
) must go IN
You wouldn't be in such haste if
, were Miss Lowell. I don know wheT
. you get your plebian tastes, everybod,
is laughing at your devotion. -
Let those laugh who win, - retuTne,
Guy. II rCi S 'GnlISC. >
Miss Lowell had left her seat at men
tion Of her name, and loitered along tn
beach STOPPING to gather a shell or bi
of some wreck as she went.
what old witch is that ?'' aske
Essie IS she passed them.
f 1T looks like fisherman gatherin.
drift to boil her pot - but having de
coyed Essie in doors, he flew back to tn
sand.
THE step betrays the goddess, - over
=: taking her.
l hoped to pass for a fisherman" -"
''You To complete the disguise, le
me take you in my boat
''Nith all my heart. Le rCjs aHutse,
she reflected but he allows another t
: share his amusement. " And directl
, they were floating through a drift c
/, stars. mingling Jest and sentiment sliT
ping past the lighthouse, beyond tn
+ spits of sand, with breakers creamin
about them, till the beach lights wei
i but sparks against the darkness, pas
stretches of meadows, and the lonesom
% t wharves Of the town. Mr.. Thornton,
she cried, waking from the spell, Z
= steeples and chimneys stood reveale
I ''What is this ?''
This is Bagdad. Our boat has bee
= propelled by afTites. I am the necr,
1 mancer who has aunihilated time an
space. Shall We keep on up the rive
and join the caravan Tor AleppO Su
Damascus -
? DO let us return it must be so lat
! There ar no lights in your Bagdad." "
.'The Caliph prohibits them after ]
ID. Besides, gas and kerosene haven
come to light YET. Ny dear Miss L0yel
; the tide is against and the wind is III
J. with US. Even a necrOmancer may er
You have made it dangerously pleaSan
r I did not dream of the hour. Hallot
s- there - he shouted. under the bow of
@ brig. Il VIII give any man his pril
n who viii helplne row back TO the beach.
I And presently two stout sailors swun
themselves into the boat When Mi
Lowell and Mr.. Thornton walked up
the Orchard Farm. the sun was rising.
'.Oh, Guy" cried Essie, coming 70
ward, eve have been 50 alarmed. I'll
{, servant said your room had not been o,
a cuDied. and"
& .'Iou were beginning to wonder
y black would become you, eh p
..Lc roi S'unuse. =" she said significan
~. Guys brow dsrkened.
''YOu are mistaken" " he returned.
b. Miss Lowell had q nervous headach
and did not appear again till twilight.
"a 1T has been the longest day in Il
;, year" he said, ''in spite Of the calel
y dar =