The Opelousas courier., 1897-06-12
quaint old town.

j, C%SHsI started out t
quaint old town.
The jaunting car ratified alon
through the crooked streets, an
turned into a wide, smooth avenue
whose hawthorn hedges we're whit
with blossoms, and whose waysid
trees covered it with a cool, dee,
shade; then back again into tn,
crooked streets, where a dotachmen
Of soldiers passed them. "Look! +
cried Emily with girlish enthusiasm,
there are some Highlanders!"
A band came next, followed by sew
eral carriages, while a noisy rabble O.
hooting. barefoot children and bois
ferrous men and women struggled after.
"What is the matter?" she asked Of
the driver, who had stopped his horse
to let the procession pass.
"It's O'Brien, miss" he explained,
"Hell be after spakin' in the park, the
day, and they're fearful az q riot,
miss"
The procession was q 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 a man, evidently a tourist,
hastily shutting up a small camera
"Auntie," she almost gasped, 81
actually believe that man has been
taking a photograph of us!"
Miss Briggs looked quickly, but they
had turned q corner, and he was out of
sight. swell, it can't be helped" she
said laughingly, but with an indignant
pink flushing up into her cheeks. sit
serves us right for making a spectacle
OF ourselves by getting on to such IN
~outlandish conveyance"
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.
"Look!" she cried breathlessly.
"Eere is a sketch I made this after
noon, auntie. I did it in sepia. And
oh, I've had such an interesting ex-
perience! 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,
by Father Prout's tomb"
Miss Briggs held the sketch off at
arms length, surveying it critically,
and shook her head.
Swell, 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 a
smile as if we had always known each
other, and said, Pardon me, miss, are
you not the young lady whom 1 saw
yesterday on a jaunting car while the
procession was crossing the bridge?
| was SO amazed I did not know what
say, and he began at once to apollo
glze n explain. He said he was out
with his camera. taking pictures of
interesting types of Irish character,
md was attracted by our coachman's
face. He paid no attention to us un-
Ill we were driving away. Then he
saw me. but did not notice you par.
'lcularly. While he was developing
he picture, that afternoon, he was al
most startled, he told me, as your fea-
,ures gradually appeared on the plate.
said: They bear such a striking re-.
emblance to one I knew years ago,
Will you allow me 70 ask il the LADY
With you was a Miss Briggs? Miss
caroline Briggs?'" I
Emily paused to note the effect of :
Ter words, and Miss Briggs looked up t
With lively interest depicted on every I
|
$50 on !" she demanded. /
"Just then Mr.. Lumb came hurry '
ng up and slapped him on the back. Q
nd said, .HulIo, Fritzie, old bow Is !
J really you? It must have beehS
F%ritzie, old boy for they began hlk- .
1g about old times, and forget my b
Klstence ever so long. Then Mr., s
'umb introduced him-Howe, or a
over. or some such name. He's b
:opplng at our hotel, and is going to
I'm our party till we reach Belfast" t.
Emily paused to observe the effect. o
ISIS Briggs opened her mouth as if to t,
y something, gave a little gasp and f
osed it again.
Its Frederick Powell!" she de. e
ared with an air of conviction. sI t.
low it! Yes, I knew him fifteen sc
ago." She looked out of the fe
q moment as If considering. NJ
I'd then went on in her concise, mat. 0
r.of-fact way. "We were to have to
ZEN married then, but VIC had a quar-.
and the engagement was broken of. ii
was a good thing. We were both ca
gh strung and obstinate, and never in
uld have learned to agree" tr
Mlss Briggs gave this little bit.of
rsonaih history as unconcernedly a $ il ar
9 were speaking of the ancient 81
'eeks. and began to gather up her to
iting material. Emily looked at her
wondering il there could ia.
been a spark of sentiment in such m,
everely practical nature. ha
showed me the photograph" tt
q Emily, as they climbed the stairs ca
1T vas bad, even for an ha
ateur. Only the back OF nv head J
! taken, but you were in a strong ha
that made you squirt and wrinkle up
yonr face, and your feet looked i'm on
nse." o1
Fhen Miss Briggs went down stairs ID
that evening" she had laid n
yer customary gray serge dress, IL.