Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-08-02
quaint old town.

" THsWS " started out to
explore th q
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 p
cried Emily with girlish enthusiasm,
''there are some Highlanders
A band came next, followed by sew
eral carriages, while a 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.
"1t's OBrien, miss" he explained.
Hell be after spakin' in the park, the
day, and they're fearful av a 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 tourist,
hastily shutting up a small camera.
"Auntie," she almost gasped, "I
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. SIT
serves us right for making spectacle
of ourselves by getting on to such an
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.
"Here is sketch made this after
noon, auntie. l 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.
"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 a jaunting car while the
procession was crossing the bridge ?
L was SO amazed / did not know what
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'f
face. He paid no attention to lis un-
til we we're driving away. Then he
saw me. but did not notice you par
tlcularly. 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 striking re-
semblance to one knew years ago.
VIII you allow me to aDk if the lady
with you was Miss Briggs? Mis-,
Caroline Briggs?"
Emily paused to note the effect O.
her words, and Miss Briggs looked W
with lively interest depicted on every
feature.
go on |" she demanded.
"Just then Mr.. Lumb came hurry
ing up and slapped him on the back,
and said, 'Hullo, Fritzie, old boyl Il
it really you?' 1t must have beer
'Fritzie, old boy, for they began talk.
ing about old times, and forgot my
existence ever so long. Then Mr.
Lumb introduced him-Howe, OF
Power, or some such name. He'i
stopping at our hotel, and is going tc
join our party till we reach Belfast.
Emily paused to observe the effect
Miss Briggs opened her mouth as if tc
say something, gave little gasp ant
closed it again.
"It's Frederick Powell !" she de.
clared with an air of conviction. 80
know 1t! Yes, 1 knew him ffteer
years ago" She looked out of the
window a moment as if considering
and then went on In her concise, mat
ter-of-fact way, "We were to have
been married then, but we had quar-
rel and the engagement was broken off
1t was good thing. We were botf
high strung and obstinate, and nevel
could have learned to agree"
Miss Briggs gave this little bit O.
personal history as unconcernedly as i
she were speaking of the ancien
Sreeks and henan to nathar nm ha,