Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1903-1917, 1903-11-07

strength rs the day advanced.
ESFSzNSa The orchard was a mass of
- tossing boughs as looked
down upon it from my window. Those
trees must have been planted by an in
spired geometrician, for the design was
such that whatever point of observa-
tion might be selected there was al
ways one tree, and only one, between
the observer and the lodge. It seemed
perfectly easy to move little way and
get a clear view, but at the precise in
sstant when any given tree passed from
the line of vision another interposed.
The branches hung low, and the lodge
: was on hummock, so that a waving
green veil always fiuttered before it.
There was no strong temptation to
look that way, for Miss SCOTS side of
the lodge was the nearer to the house,
and Miss Scott. by all accounts, was
not romantic object. Nevertheless
had acquired habit Of staring down
INTO the orchard, and on this particular
day the high and rising wind SO tossed
the boughs that I had a better view
than usual. I saw Miss Scott sitting
by the door, and made her out to be
angular, awkward and well past her
youth, yet these were guesses, for the
distance was considerable and my
glimpses momentary as the green bill
lows of the orchard rose and fell.
Presently saw Jimmy Lamoine go
down the crooked path, and was not
surprised. He exchanged a few words
with Miss Scott and then lodged round
the corner of the house, passing beyond
my vision. Half an hour later was
startled to see him coming along the
carriage way that led from the road.
There was, however, no mystery In his
return by this route, for the LAY of the
land" was such that he could have
passed from the lodge to the road with
out being visible from any part OF the
house, unless perhaps the roof.
q He paused Just outside my window
and seemed about to deliver a remark
of tremendous Importance; then he
changed his mind and went ON without
saying anything. This was one OF
Jimmys favorfte methods of making
himself obnoxious; it was a rite in his
religion of mystery, and It sometimes
grieved me sorely when he thus an
noyed me to be reminded of his sister
AS for the physical resemblance be-
tween them which Lucy Ann had men
toned, had never been able to see it;
but was beginning TO be painfully
aware that there was certain similar
ity in their ways
1t was grotesque-the likeness of a
fearful caricature. That which was
with Anna pretty air of reticence, the
yelling of some sweet fancy, a delicious
riddle, appeared in Jimmy as arrant
trickery. Thus win family trait often
disclose itself in varied form In the diff
ferent individuals, and beyond a doubt
the prudent may now and then gain
valuable warnings in this way. But 1
did nos wish to be warned; I did not
believe that it was necessary and
many time /. could most willingly
have laid a hand upon James not in the
way Of kindness when he performed
before my eyes this dire mockery of his
sister. ~
Not long after he passed the window
] saw him going down into the orchard
again. this time accompanying Lucy
Ann and carrying in a big basket the
luncheon for Miss Scott and the girl
/ observed that Lucy Ann took out the
portion that was Miss Scott's and that
Jimmy then carried the basket around
to the other side. So Lucy Ann did not
serve the girl; did not see her at all.
What could this mean? Obviously that
the girl was some one whom Lucy Ann
would recognize if she should see her
at close range.
! jotted down this point for future
reference. ! had not yet made up my
mind that the girl was Sibyl; that is,
had said so to myself, but something
within me had refused belief. Really
1 could as easily believe that Miss
Jones was Sibyl. The basis of this
confusion was that elusive memory
such as drives one distracted when a
name dances upon the tip of the tongue
Cor hours even for DAYS and Will not