The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1901-06-28

! y " a. ~ liAe. uepolf lHe MIiflWlnd speed
through space. And at the end Of the day
they had reached their destination.
The Fourth broke fair and beautiful
The sky was bite as the heart of New
foundland iceberg, and the buffeting
breeze was soft as rose petals. 1t was
early when old man Kennedy led his wife
4 through the turnstile under the high
| white arch, early still when walking
up the broad, winding ways between
| stretches Of verdure and masses of bloom
| they came into veritable land of en-
chantment- such a fairyland as the poor
old people had never ia their widest mo-
ments Of imagining even dimly OWNED
"Can you see?' he painted ooh,
Nance. asthore"--he was apt to drop into
the love language of his youth when nov
ed-"can you see much of it--all of it,
can you r.
They were at the summit of gentle
ascent. Overhead sprang the Gothic
arches Of lofty colonnade. Below we're
masses Of glowing flowers, broad walks,
a lake which gave back the intense blue
of the sky, and encircling these white
palaces which rose in majesty
Il can see the water an the build
ms. How blue the water is, Tom--like
the SUR. Do you mind the bit of the
SUR that went windin through Temple
more, Tom? An the night we came home
from Garryvenus an stopped on the
bridge, an you said" The little, thin,
brown face in the black bonnet was turn
ed toward him. a little, skinny brown
hand CROPPED its way along the ledge.
II mind he said softly. Ills fingers
closed an instant over hers. Twas
soon after we come out here Then there
was the four boys-all gone, God be
praised. An then her. We'd better be
walkin bit Nance, woman. Sure if
her mistress is here vet we might be
comm foreninst her at any mint But
won't let on if we do-not before quail
| ty. I'll just squeeze your arm quick as
we go by. Let's 60"
And go they did, walking, standing,
seldom resting, through all that warm,
bright day.
The seething crowds, the gay music,
the mellowed roar Of innumerable voices,
the kaleidoscope convolutions of the
throng, even the stampedes, the stop
pages and the vociferous entreaties of the
fakirs, possessed for them absorbing nov
city, interest, charm.
So the two--he in his best Sunday
black" that was bought for young Toms
wedding, and young Tom dead and
buried good ten years, she in new
silk gown, the wearing of which perplex-
ed and harassed her economical con
science, her thrifty soul-stood close to-
gether while he explained all the fine
doings of the extraordinary people who
went prancing or plunging by.
Now, there's, passin beautiful ladies'
dressed-oh, never so, Nance They're
in little wagons that's drawn by boys
They're throwin flowers, an here's the
boys with lariats. They don't look much
different from our own out on Harrows-
by's farm when he has round up. An
here's the rest of the circus. There's a
chariot. A woman's drivin. It's just as
well you can't see her, Nance. Let's go
away. She amt got nothin much on
but kind of red sash, an she's that bold
lookin--oh, my Godl''
The cry was wrenched from him. He
fell back blanched, shaking. He dragged
the little lean old woman with him. He
plunged through the crowd, pulling her
behind him.
whats the mattery' she cried They
had got to an open space. Whats the
matterY
81 got a turn" His hand was pressed
hard
81 thought-somethin foolish. I got
turn"
But he was sIngularly silent the re-
manner OF the day. ana although ne look
eu aIter tne material comfort OF his COM
panion ne rarely addressed ner.
me act OF Mile. Ceclle was over. The
latter hau Just discarded her professional
TRAININGS and gowned barsalf with tbe
helm Of n maid in marvelo,,s evening IT.
fire She looked q thing Of FROST and fire
IN the trailing laces and glitterinp gems
A hat laden with pale plumes crowned
her handsome head The maid had lust
slipped an opera cloak over her hare
shoulders and was buttoning the glove on
the extended hand when n how anneared
.sThere,s a man ont here who wants 70
see Won Mile. Cecile"
Mademoiselle muttered connie Of
words under her breath. They were not
words she had learned at the convent. She
jerked her hand from her woman. gather
cd mn her silks and laces from the dirty
floor and started toward the passage
She saw the small black figure at tbe
farther end. Just beyond the passage a
carriage awaited her.
Hat in hand he took ana sien forward
INTO the hgnt from the swinging lantern.
me woman looked AT MN. Sne dld not
move or speak. Flowers ana ran fell