The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1897-04-21

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O0=llssTS- ~kS%$9 sage, and had
CgWXyWSS started out to
W explore tn o
quaint old town.
The jaunting car ratified along
through the crooked streets, and
turned into a wide, smooth avenue,
whose hawthorn hedges were white
with blossoms, and whose wayside
trees covered it with a cool, deep
shade; then back again into the
crooked streets, where detachment
of soldiers passed them. "Look I"
cried Emily with girlish enthusiasm,
"there are some Highlanders
A band came next, followed by sew
eral carriages, while noisy rabble of
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.
"He'll be after spakin' in the park, the
day, and they're fearful av 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 n man, evidently a tourist,
hastily shutting up n small camera.
"Auntie," che almost gasped, al
actually believe that man has been
taking photograph OF us ~
Miss Briggs looked quickly, but they
had turned 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"
On the following day, while Miss
Briggs sat alone in the parlor of tho
Imperial Hotel, busily engaged with
her journal, Emily entered, her hat
awry and her face glowing.
"Lookr" she cried breathlessly.
"Here is sketch made this after
noon, auutie. 1 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
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.
"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 q
smile as if we had always known each
other, and SAID, Pardon me, miss, are
you not the young lady whom saw
yesterday on jaunting car while the
procession was crossing the bridge?'
l was so amazed 1 did not know W hat
to say, and he 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 un-
til we we're driving away. Then he
saw me, but did not notice you par.
tIcularly. 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 l 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.
$50 on T. she demanded.
"Just then Mr.. Lumb came hurry
ing up and slapped him on the back,
and said, 'Hullo, Fritzie, old boy Is
it really you?' 1t must have been
'FriTzie, 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, OF some such name. He's
stopping at our hotel, and is going to
join our party till we reach Belfast. "
Emily paused to observe the effect.
Miss Briggs opened her mouth as if to
say something, gave little gasp and
closed it again.
'It's Frederick POWELL" she de-
clared with an air of conviction. 81
know 1t Yes, L knew him fifteen
years ago" She looked out of the
window a moment as if considering,
and then went on IN her concise, mat
ter way, "We were to have
been married then, but we had quar-
rel and the engagement was broken of.
1t was a good thing. We were both
high strung and obstinate, and never
could have learned to agree"
Miss Briggs gave this little bit OF
personal history as uneOncernedly as il
she were speaking of the ancient
Greeks, and began to gather up her