The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1906-04-28

0Whose is it?' I asked, leaning for
ward and touching It. Il have never
seen you wear it before"
This partly to change the subject
which failed to trend toward happi-
ness, and partly to know. The face In
terested me.
1T is a picture Of my mother" she
said, taking the brooch or and hand
ing it TO me.
held it In the light and in the shad-
ow, looking at it, at the dusky face, at
the calm dark eyes.
at is something like the pictures Of
Pocahontas," decided 1 finally. "She
looks as If she might have a trace Of
Indian blood"
"My great-grandmother," said Cor
nelia, twas a beautiful Indian squaw."
1 compared her face with the face Of
the brooch. The likeness was remark
able-the same straight hair, the same
straight nose, the same calm quiet Of
countenance, the repose Of the Indian,
subtle, watchful, alert to danger, but
possessing at the same time an impen-
etrable calm, the inheritance Of centu-
ries Of watchfulness.
at won't be long now" reiterated
Cornelia, before 1 shall go to him."
"But suppose you never hear from
him" suggested, bit brutany. Sup
pose he never writes to you or asks
you to come"
Thinking this over afterward, en-
deavored to convince myself that 1 said
It with a benign purpose Of forttfy-
tng her against the inidelity Of man, Of
placing her on her guard, but 1 never
quite succeeded.
Again she turned the quiet impene-
trability Of her gaze upon me.
Il think" she said, that could even
stand that"
But her cheeks were blotched with
the tears that she had shed the night
before.
1t was impossible to refrain from ad-
Cmiring such strength, Of character.
or myself 1 went to make her little
visit some six weeks later. 1 found
her in rooms disfgured by uptorn car
pets, by swathed furniture.
"You are going, then?' queried.
"As soon as 1 can get ready, per-
haps next week, perhaps the latter part
Of this, / am selling my things bit by
bit. 1 thought at first that would
buy my wedding clothes here, but they
are much less expensive in Paris. He
will meet me there. Are you cold?
will light the gas fire" And, touch
ing a match to the logs, she frightened
the bare room.
We sat in chairs before the imitation
logs.
VI think shall have two very hand
some dresses made in Paris" she re-
Wmed-"One black, the other white,
10Th Of lace. I shall have them made
plainly. Alfred's father is very rich.
He goes to the baths twice a year. I
shall go with them, of course. 1 have
been studying Schiller, Heine, all the
German poets, so as to be well versed
in them when get there.
81 have been studying German, too,
and rubbing up my French. Alfred will
want his American wife to make a
good impression on his people," she
concluded, her dull eyes on the fire.
'You anticipate no unhappiness from
the fact that he is younger than you" ]
said. "Such marriages seldom make
for happiness"
81 never borrow unhappiness," she
| told me.
This rebuke afflicted me momentarily
I was silent, studying the fire. Then 1
looked at her. There was no express
sion in her face one way or another. 1t
might have been made Of stone.
By and by 1 got up to go. She, too,
arose. Contrary to all precedent be-
tween us, 1 put my arm around her. l
! kissed her cheek.