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


trees covered it with cool, deel
shade; then back again into til
crooked streets, where n dutachmen
of soldiers passed them. 'Look =
cried Emily with girlish enthusiasm
"there are some Highlanders !"
A band came next, followed by sew
eral carriages, whilo a noisy rabble o
hooting, barefoot children and bois
terous men and women struggled after
'What is the matter?" she asked o
the driver, who had stopped his horse
to let the procession pass.
Its O'Brien, miss" he explained.
"He'll be after spakin' in the park, the
day, and they're fearful ay u riot,
miss"
The procession was long one, and
they waited several minutes for it to
pass. just as they started on again,
Emily happening to look across the
street, saw man, evidently a tourist,
hastily shutting up a small camera.
"Auntle, " she almost gasped, 81
actually believe that man has been
taking a photograph OF usl"
Miss Briggs looked quickly, but they
had turned q corner, and he was out OF
sight. "Well, it can't be helped, she
said laughingly, but with an indignant
pink flushing up into her cheeks. at
serves us right for making a spectacle
of ourselves by getting on TO such an
outlandish conveyance. j."
On the following day, while Miss
Briggs sat alone in the parlor of the
Imperial Hotel, busily engaged with
her journal, Emily entered, her hat
aWry and her face glowing.
'Lookm she cried breathlessly.
"Here is a sketch 1 made this after
noon, auutie. [ did it in sepia. And
oh, I've had such an interesting ex-
periencel We all went up to Shan
don churchyard, and old Mr.. Lumb
took me up in the tower to read the
inscription on the bells. When we
came down again, you couldn't guess
who was standing in the churchyard,
Dy Father Prouts tomb.
Miss Briggs held the sketch OF at
arms length, surveying it critically,
and shook her head
"Well, it was that man who took
our picture yesterday. As soon as he
saw me, he came directly tow ards me.
He took OFF his hat with as friendly
smile as if we had always known each
other, and SAID, Pardon me, miss, are
you not the Young lady whom saw
yesterday on iaunting car while the
procession was crossing the bridge?'
| was so amazed / did not know what
to say, and be began at once to apollo
Gize and explain. He said he was out
with his camera, taking pictures of
interesting types of Irish character,
and was attracted by our coachman's
face. He paid no attention to us I'M
til we we're driving away. Then he
saw me, but did not notice you par.
t1cularly. While he was developing
the picture, that afternoon, he was al
most startled, he told me, as your fea-
lures gradually appeared on the plate.
He said They bear such a striking re-
semblance to one 1 knew years ago.
VIII you allow me to ask if the lady |
with you was Miss Briggs? Miss
Caroline Briggs?'"
Emily paused to note the effect of
her words, and Miss Briggs looked up /
with lively interest depicted on every .
feature.
"Go on y she demanded.
"Just then Mr.. Lumb came hurry
ing up and slapped him on the back,
and said, 'HulIo, Fritzie, old boy Is
it really you?' 1t must haze been
old boy, for they began talk
ing about old times, and forgot my
existence ever so long. Then Mr..
Lumb introduced him-Howe, or
Power, or some such name He's
stopping at our hotel, and is going to
oin our party till we reach Belfast"
Emily paused to observe the effect.
Miss Briggs opened her mouth rs if to
ay something, gave little gasp and
'losed it again.
Its Frederick Powell /" she de-
dared with an air of conviction. 81
now it, Yes, / knew him fifteen
ears ago. She looked out OF the
'indow moment as il considering,
nd then went on in her concise, mat
arof.fact way, eve were to have I
cen married then, but We had a quar-
al and the engagement was broken of. t
was q good thing. We were both {
Ugh strung and obstinate, and never j
1uId have learned to agree"
Miss Briggs gave this little bit of
ersonal history as unconcernedly as if q
ne were speaking of the ancient 6
reeks, and began to gather up her {
ritiug material. Emily looked at her
lriously, wondering if there could t
ave been a spark of sentiment in such n
severely practical nature. h
"He showed me the Photograph" I
ID Emily, as they climbed the stairs C
gether. 1T was bad, even for an b
lateur. Only the back of my head
rs taken, but you were in a strong h
yht that made you squint and wrinkle i
} your face and your feet looked i'm o
ense.' a.
When Miss Briggs vent down staira B
Qiag0g That evening, she bad hid Z
ide agr customary gray serg5 dress, u
b5mely AZ u vas resyiecsbls, aud Al
ne . gsFE 5lBe, tsilor'msds suit 81