The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1904-04-06

stances success, which of itself was
NORWOOD and gall to Susan, TO stand
in the wings and listen to the hateful
applause, but the conviction that the
sweets of popular favor brought not
what they were expected to bring was,
in way, an antidote to Susan's dis
satisfaction.
little knowledge is a dangerous
thing and can sometimes be made an
noying. In Susan's case it was weap-
ON sharpened with honeyed phrase and
consolatory bearing. for she was not
slow to discover nor to avail herself Of
the irritating power this knowledge
gave her. COnstance's pride and ret
icenca, however, made ii difficult for
Susan TO discern when her shafts went
true. Moreover, although harboring no
suspicion of Susan's discrimination, she
instinctively held aloof from her and
remained coldly unresponsive. Perhaps
in the depths of Susan's past lurked
something indefinable which threw its
shadow between them, an inscrutable
impediment, and her inability to pene-
trate the young actress reserve, how
ever she might wound her, awakened
Susan's resentment. But she was too
world wise to display her irritation.
She even smiled sweetly now, as con-
fidante To confidante, and, turning to
her impulsively, said:
LET me help you on with your cloak
dear"
Out of the quiet, deserted theater,
| isolated from external din, to the busy
! streets, where drays went laundering
! by and industry manifested itself in re-
sounding clatter, was Il sudden, but not
| altogether unwelcOme, change to Con
stance. Without waiting for the man
ager, who paused at the rear entrance
! to impress his final instructions upon a
stolid looking property man, she turn
| ed quickly into the noisy thorough
| fares.
On and on her restlessness led her,
conscious of the clangor of vehicles and
voices and yet remote from them, past
| those picturesque suggestions Of the
one time Spanish rulers in which the
antiquary could detect evidence of re-
! mote oriental infusion, past the silken
seductions Of shops where ladies
swarmed and hummed like bees around
the luscious hive, past the idlers' re-
sorts, from whence came the rat-a-tat
| of clinking billiard balls and the loud
er rumble of falling tenpins.
In window of one Of these places,
a club with a reputa ton for exclusive
| ness, a young man was seated, news
| paper in hand, cup of black coffee on
| a small table before him and the end
of cigar smoking on the tray where
he had placed it, With yawn he had
just thrown aside the paper and was
reaching for the thick. dark beverage.
his hand thin and nervous, when, glanc-
ing without, he caught sight Of the ac-
tress in the crowd. Obeying a sudden
impulse, he arose, picking up his hat
which lay on a chair beside him.
"Yo' order am ready in moment
Mr.. Mauvile," said a colored servant,
hurrying toward the land baron as the
latter was leaving.
1--WE changed my mind and don't
want it," replied the other CURLY.
And, sauntering down the steps OF
the club with i'll concealed impatience
he turned in the direction the young
girl had taken, keeping her retreating
figure in view, now so near her in the
crowded street he could almost touch
her; then, as they left the devious
ways, more distant but ever with his
| eyes bent upon her. He had almost
| spoken when in the throng he ap-
preached within arms length, but
something, he knew not what, restrain
ed him, and press of people separated
them. Only for a moment, and then he
continued the questionable pleasure Of
following her.
Had she turned she would probably
have seen her pursuer; but, absorbed
in thought, she continued on her way
unconscious Of his presence. On and
Oh she hurried until she reached the
tranquil outskirts and fingered before
the gate of one Of the cemeteries. At
the same time the land baron slacken-
ed his footsteps, hesitating whether to
advance or turn back. After a mo-
AAlNAA IhhcNlSlOu SIc euleTeu Tue
terry. Her figure, receding in the dis
lance, was becoming more and more
indistinct when lie started forward
quickly and also passed through the
gate.
The annual festival of the dead. fol-
lowing All Saints day, was being OBJ
served in the burial ground. This
commemoration of those who have de-
parted in the communion-describe by
Tertullian in the second century as an
apostolic tradition" so old was the
sacrifice was celebrated with much
pomp and variety in the Crescent City.
Women, dressed in mourning, bore to
the tombs flowers and plants, trays of
images, wreaths, crosses, anchors of
dried immortelles and artificial roses
Some were accompanied by priests
and acolytes with censers, the former
intoning the service.
A solemn peace fell upon the young
girl as she entered, and she seemed to