The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-05-05

lheGvy, broad-solod boots for dainty,
low.cut shoes. She stopped a moment
in the hall, hearing familiar laugh.
She remembered that the last time she
had heard that voice il had hidden her
good.by in hot anger. Then she
d pushed the door ajar and entered tho
parlor, where the party had congre-
gated to wait for dinner.
DR.. Frederick Powell was standing
by window in animated conversation
with Emily. He scarcely noticed her
aunt's entrance, so engrossed Was he
with the fair niece. Miss Briggs had
been pretty girl in her day, but the
photograph ho had taken, and which
was still fresh in his mind, was that
OF wrinkled, faded woman, careless
of her attire. He looked up with sur
prise as she advanced toward them,
The brusk independence OF manner he
had expected to see had given place to
a stately dignity. She was one Of those
women for whom becoming dress
does wonders.
'I'm glad to see you p they both
said in the same breath, and shook
hands as if the most platonic of friend.
ships had always existed between
them.
Miss Briggs was not so we'll pleased
with her survey. "He's getting stout"
she thought critically, "and a tribe
bald. He's not the handsome man he
used to be-"
Emily was charmed with DR.. Powell.
She found him entertaining and agree.
able. He praised her sketches. He
told her interesting incidents of his
travels in many lands, and amusing
anecdotes of his professional life.
When the party went sightseeing, he
was her tetea-tete if they rode. When
they walked, he was always at her side
to hold her umbrella.
Seeing this, Miss Briggs calmly re-
volyed in her solitary orbit-a trihe |
more Independent in manner, perhaps,
and If possible more outspoken in her .
radical opinions. Emily tried ia vain .
to persuade her aunt that the old serge |
was too unbecoming for further use
fitness. Every morning she put it on
with the grim satisfaction OF carrying
her point, and looking her worst.
The days went by too fast in the old
town. Night and morning and noon,
they listened to the Ginning of the
bells in the Ivy grown Sbandon tower,
and then it was night and morning and
noon again. Still the little party lin
gered.
One day, after lunch, they started
out to make q farewell visit to Blarney
Castle. DR.. Powell and Emily gaily
led the way on a iaunhng car. Sew
eral of the party followed on horse
back, and the rear was brought up by
0 light wagonetto. Miss Briggs rode
in this, net being an excellent horse
and having mortal antipathy
to jauntlng cars. {
1t was drive none of them could {
ever forget. But by the time they had
reached the castle, the sunshine had
faded out, the landscape was gray and ]
blurred. and the rain began to ponr J
n torrents. There was nothing to do S
out sit down and wait for 1t to stop, s
put they had grown accustomed to 4
his popularity Of the weather in Ire |
and.
An old woman came to the door,
begging. They tolled her in with a 5
chilling, and she entertained them L
With gruesome tales of the banshees
md witches that inhablt the bat !
launted ruins of Barney Mt night. 4
The doctor handed Emily pencil and c
leaf torn from his memorandum book,
nd she began to sketch the old peas
mt, with quick, effectiyestrok Miss
Briggs snt back in dim corner, listen E
ng carefully, for the woman's brogue u
7as almost uninteligible to her. Twice g
he glanced mp, to find DR.. Powell a
boxing at her.
Presently in pause of the story 9
cling, he walked over and stood be- y
Ide her. "What does this remind you Il
+, Gardiner" he asked abruptly.
Nothing" she answered. "Why?"
at reminds me of gypsy camp we
isited one time. You have not for.
often it, [ hope. 1t was the last day O.
f August, sixteen years ago. The a.
GENE comes back to me very plainly.
n old bag told our fortunes. Some. f.
ow, you look just as You did then" HI
He walked over to Emily again. h,
liss Briggs drew back a little farther
ito the dim corner, and listened no
lore to the legends of Barney. She OF
card, instead, the cracking of ~
amp fire, the stamping of horses tied II
l the background, the whining tones
the old gypsy who pretended to w
'ok into the future, when in reality m
le had only to look into the faces be. Ell
re her to guess their fate. Then
le heard the laughter Of the young th
'lks rambling slowly along in the la
oonlight behind them. Then the til
w, earnest voice Of the one beside by
she would not listen She ha
ould not recall single word. The th
d love had lain buried deeply too We
ng for its ghost to trouble her now.
le turned resolutely to the old won, IN
!, although she couldn't help remem- in,
ring, now and then, that he rad said fo,
e looked just as she did that night n +
ID that night he had called her roI
.autiful. a.,
Il know that isn't sol" she kept tee
ling herself, to quiet the little thrill
pleased vanity. "He's got an axe An
grind. He wants me TO use my in. vel
ence with Emily" no.
1t was nearly dark when the rain lin
ally stopped, and they started back scr
the hotel. There was shifting Of Vo
Its. The wagonette led the way, Tn
lowed by those on horses. and when Gfl