The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-25
Copyright. 1910. by Em.r.en Hossh
EMERS ON HOUGH

isn't, is you gwine to marry herr" "It's enough for you to know thal you're responsible for her. If sht 1 turns up missing any time.. you'll bt 1 missing yourself not long after" Left alone Josephine St. Auban a last attempted to pull herself together | With the instinct of a newly caget animal. she made a little tour of tht room. First she. noted the depth oi 1 the windows. their height above the ground. No escape there, that was sure. unless one. catlike. could climt down this light ladder up which the ivy ran between the cornice and the ground. No. it was a prison. In the room itself were good yei
 simple furnishings. The wall paper was of small and ancient figuring. In places it hung torn. The furniture was old mahogany. apparently made in an earlier generation. Sine pushed back the heavy dresser, but the wall was without opening be- hind it. She looked for the key to the door and was glad to find the lock in order For the first time now she laid off her bonnet. unfastened her wrap. With a hand which trembled she made some sort of attempt at toilet, staring into the mirror at face scarcely rec ognized as her own. The corners of it's mouth were dropping plaintiye1y. A faint blue lay beneath the eyes.
 She faced the fact that she must pass the night alone. Yet she slept, wear jed to exhaustion The night was cool, the air fresh from the mountains com ing in through the opened window and bringing with it calm.
 Dawn came. A chirping cedar bird. busy in the nearby shrubbery, waken- ed her with care free note. The surge of young blood came back in her veins. The morning was there, the hills were there, the world was there. Hope of escape began once more.
 A knock came at the door, really for the third time. although for the first time heard. Old Sally entered, bear ing her tray with coffee.
 ''Now. you lay right still whah you is, ma 'am.'' she began. -You all wants a n'l bit O coffee. Then I'll bring you up some real brea kfus' how you like yuan aigs? Ma'am. you suttfngiy is lookins fine dis mawni1'. I'll fetch you yuah tub O watah right soon now"
 The old serving woman slowly nov
  ment, intent upon duties of her own. While thus engaged Josephine, stand ing feminineIy engaged before her glass, chanced to catch sight of her in the mirror. She had swiftly slipped over and opened the door of ward robe Over her arm now was some feminine garment
 What have you thereT' demanded Josephine, turning as swiftly.
 @.Jus' some things I'se gwine take away to make room for you, tha's all, ma'am.,'
 Josephine approached and took up in her own hands these evidences of an earlier occupancy of the room. They were garments of day gone by. The silks were faded, dingy. worn in the creases from sheer disuse.
 Whose were these, Sally ?'' demand ed Josephine.
 ''I dunno, ma'am. Pse been mostly in the kitchen, ma,am."
 Josephine regarded her closely No sign of emotion showed on that brown mask. The gray brows above the small eyes did not flicker. 'I suppose these may have belonged to Mir Dun wody's mother" said Josephine care lessly.
 "YasSam."
 "His sister9''
 "Yassam."
 'sOr his wife perhaps7''
 'fYassam, eff they really wuz one"
 ss9Vas there eyer?' demanded Joseph inc sharply. ss<
 Might "a been none, CT might "a been dozen fur's I know. Us folks don study much bout what white folks does"
 You must have known. Don't talk nonsense.'
 Temptation showed on Sally's face. The next instant the film came again over the small brown eyes. the mask shut down again as the ancient negro racial secretiveness resumed sway. Jo- sephfne did not ask for what she knew would be lie.
 Where is my own maid, JeanneY' she demanded. q am anxious about ler"
 .4I reckon she's all right.''
 ''Can you bring her to me2''
 "I1l try, ma'am.'