The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1897-06-19
,ememberinr that Emily bad said her


in the hall, hearing familiar laugh.
She remembered that the last time she
had heard that voice ii had hidden her
good-by in hot anger. Then she
pushed the door aiar and entered the
parlor, where the party had congre-
gated to wait for dinner.
DR.. Frederick Powell was standing
by a 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 he 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
stately dignity. She was one OF those
women for whom becoming dress
does wonders.
"Pm glad to see you'll" 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 80 well pleased
with her survey. Giles getting stout,
she thought critically, "and tribe
bald. He's not the handsome man be
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 tete.a-tete if they rode. When
they walked, he was always at her side
to hold her umbrella.
Seeing this, Miss Briggs calmly re-
volved in her solitary orbit-a tribe
more independent in manner, perhaps,
and if possible more outspoken IN her
radical opinions. Emily tried IN vain
to persuade her aunt that the old serge
was too unbecoming for further USE
fulness. Every morning she put 1t 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 Shandon 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 farewell visit to Blarney
! Castle. DR.. Powell and Emily gaily
led the way on jaunting car. Sew
eral of the party followed on horse
J, back, and the rear was brought up by
I a light wagonette. Miss Briggs rode
. in this, net being an excellent horse
- woman, and having mortal antipathy
= to jauntlng cars.
It was a drive none of them coult
Il ever forget. But by the time they hat
reached the castle, the sunshine hat
% faded out, the landscape was gray ant
. blurred, and the rain began to pou
u in torrents. There was nothing to d.
- but sit down and wait fog 1t to stop
but they had grown accustomed tt
: this popularity of the weather in Ire
= land.
;. An old woman came to the door
;. begging. They tolled her in with
h shilling, and she entertained then
"a with gruesome tales of the banshee
"a and witches that inhablt the ba
10 haunted ruins of Blarney at night
! The doctor handed Emily pencil an
' a leaf torn from his memorandum book
II and she began to sketch the old peas
ant. with quick, effective strokes. Mis-
. Briggs sat back in dim corner, lister
+ ing carefully, for the woman's brogu
70 was almost unintelligible to her. Twic
. she glanced up. to find DR.. Powe
a looking at her.
h Presently in pause OF the stor
70 telling, he walked over and stood b.
w side her. "What does this remind 20
10 of, Caroline?" he asked abruptly.
.. "Nothing," she answered. "Whyi
a. ''It reminds me of gypsy camp "
=. visited one time. You have not TO-
It gotten it, hope. 1t was the last de
Of of August, sixteen years ago. III
: scene comes back to me very plainl.
- An old nag told our fortunes. Som
n how, you look just as You did then.
be He walked over to Emily agail
r.. Miss Briggs drew back little farth'
,o into the dim corner, and Listened I
,i.. more to the legends of Blarney. 81
"a. heard, instead, the cracking OF
q camp fire, the stamping of horses tie
"a. in the background, the whining. ton
70 of the old gypsy. who pretended
5v look into the future, when IN reall'
iss she had only to look into the faces b
fore her to guess their fate. Th'
oe she heard the laughter of the your
mn folks rambling slowly along in Il
nv moonlight behind them. Then t.
- low, earnest voice of the one besi'
her-no, she would not listen! 81
~. would not recall single word. y
i old love had lain buried deeply t.
t. long for it's ghost to trouble her no
on She turned resolutely to the old VOL
H. an, although she couldn't help remel
nv bering, now and then, that he lad 50
~ she looked just as she did that night
~ and that night he had called b
as beautiful.
to II know that isn't col" she Ike
e." telling herself, to quiet the little thr
ct. of pleased vanity. "He's got an
to to grind. sde wants me to use my
md fuence with Emily"
1t was nearly dark when the ra
de. finally stopped, and they started ba