The age-herald., 1901-08-04
.SAe SAAe Sad.
BY Y-KATHERINE WAL LkER.

What gay. happy throng 1t was. for hearts of all.
 Even the newsboys' shrill little voices had joyful ring that morning, and the eyes of the bluff Irish drivers were shin ing marrily out from under their shaggy eyebrows In fact everybody. except one person, on that street was merry, and that person was Miss Temple, the best dressed and coziest among them.
 She was staring moodily at her boots. First she would gaze intently at them from one side and then the other. Evil dently they must have been very interest ing, even if they were fours.
 Now and then she would look up angri- ly when an especially loud noise annoyed her Not so the driver; his big, honest eyes were beaming affectionately at the whole crowd. Nothing worried him. We'll, not exactly nothing, for one thing did worry him. and that was the troubled expression on his mistress face, for she had been getting crosser and crosser for the last few days. What could he the matter?" he wondered vaguely. For years he had been one of the Temple home's inmates. He had driven Mrs Temple and now he was driving Miss Temple. So of course, everything per taining to the family interested him and he was allowed to assert his opinion in the kitchen.
 That morning while the lady of the house was Idly looking out of one of the front windows she heard the rumble of wheels on the cobblestones and saw her own neat little phaeton turn the corner and stop directly below the window. The big, honest. eyes of the driver looked up into hers as much as to say I've are ready" She decided that she would go out, flor how horribly dismal 1t is in- doors, but she couldn't recall that she had ordered the phaeton that morning, but then James knew the time -honored custom of the household. Yes. 1t would be much better to get out Tn the air." and she went. sIk
 Miss Temple was thinking over her life. Isn't 1t ridiculous that in books and stories we always know exactly what this and that man. and this and that woman thinks? But, oh, my. Anything to pass away timei
 Her girlhood days-how far away they seemed-had for the most part been spent in a convent but not even the high gloomy walls dampened her spirits, and sometimes the sterm face of the mother superior relaxed while scolding her for some mischief. And her guardan-bless that dead mans heart-for she could do anything with him. How she did pity those poor girls whose letters from home were sprinkled with heartless little no, mo- nos, as If the mother superior's were not sufficient Mind you, mamma, deary," she would say, teasingly. She wondered long afterwards if it wouldn't have been for har j, fb.. 4 | h. had sprinkled few nos in her letters
 When she left the convent at nineteen, how glorious the world seemed before her! She had been told 2that the old earth had become wicked and miserable, but to her 1t appeared the very oppo- site. It opened It's arms to her and held her in it's chilly embrace for eight long years. She travelled, she danced, in fact, she did everything the world said do; then she awoke to find she was doing nothing at all! sa1.
 She came back from foreign lands and settled in the home of her father. That was five months ago, and here she was almost miserable, and yet one of the richest and most enyied residents of Sumeryille.
 The rode on and on, at last the streets becoming familiar. Before her for mile stretched the broad avenue, bordered on each side by the straightest of old oaks; beyond these were the wide paved walks; then the high iron fences and then-the wealth of all Sumerville.
 But how gloomy 1t all was, the houses were closed up and deserted looking, and yet 1t was Christmas week. even the large gardens in the front were sombre looking, nothing broke the stiffness ex- cept the bowling of the winter winds through the trees. The poor little Cupids at the fountains seemed oppressed by the stiffness and cold for the sparkling wa ter seemed thrown up with less force, or was it only Miss Temples fancy? Her home was only a few blocks distant but no she couldn't bear the loneliness there. Turn here," she said when they reached the corner, but Nam, the driver, hesi- tated, it's tough place." What of that?" Miss Temple said, crossly; drive on"
 They went down number of blocks Then she acknowledged to herself that yes. 1t was tough place, decidedly a tough one"
 The narrow, dirty streets swamed with heterogeneous crowd of humanity; the men were cursing loudly; even the air seemed loathsome. Now and then Miss against window watching her. A drunk en wretch in passing leered at them with his red, bloated eyes. Miss Temple drew herself up haughtily drive faster. James," she said, impatiently It was then that the accident happened. One can never explain fully the cause of runaway, or why control of the horses Is lost. and then how quickly the whole thing is over with, before one can hardly realize it. There are two things Miss Temple remembers distinctly, first, newspaper blew directly under the horses feet; it was then that the driver -----------l- -