New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-02-02

rather civillv distant for so old a friend OF
her brother But MIR. Bradstreet! All! ne
was all and more than she had gathered from
report and memory.
TUE next two weeks were both trying and
disconccrting to Emily. So long visit
was unhcard of nowadays, she assured her
father. But he appeared quicscent and tran
anil under the soothing influence of the Mole
and the society of Miss Hyatt, who affirmed
and maintained a growing passion for the
rod. The sudden sympathy of these two
threw Emily back upon association with the
elder Carsons, their undergraduate son, ana
casual visitors coming and going. Tom
HYATT she cvadcd; indeed, SHOOK. IN so
far as civility permitted. As for Marian
HYATT, Emmy considered any woman feeble
minded who paid court to her father, a man
so exceptionally impersonal and remote from
feminine hattcry.
Claudius. meantime was "nCc to several
neiphborhood girls, and thOughtiully re-
Trained from offering the attentions that
Emmy would have scorniully discarded
Whenever she looked at him those kisses
rose up between them, filling the atmosphere
ike mammoth microbes. The only wonder
was that she did not dislike him more heart
ilv. Frequently she went apart on long
walks to think this matter over And 1t con-
tinucd to puzzle her.
.ONE soft, misty morning near hlgh noon
~ Miss Bradstrcct, looking cool, lofty,
and haughtily composed, refused to drive
with HYATT; owing, she explained, 70 the pos.
sibilitv Of rain. Instead She went on one OF
her solitary examinations Of the Carson
fields. orchards. and mcadowlands through
which flowed the river \ delightful path
farther along ran in and out among the
trees overlapping the Mole, whose bank at
this point rose gradually high, almost level
with the tops Of the bushes cdgng the
stream. The mist partly concealed the
water below; but the path ahead stood out,
ncckcd with pale sunlight. .,
Approaching this favontc and secluded
bend. Emily noticed lying on the path some
white object, which, on closer lnspccuoni'
proved 10 be "a spotcssly clean white hand
kcrchicf: a mans, by the SIZE 81 II, also by
the smell Of tobacco And in one corner she
found an embroidered al. Emily ielt an
insane desire 10 kiss this thing; 20 press It
to her face. Whcrcupon, IN great SeIi-dis-
gust she stopped 10 reason with her own emo
tons, ana was lost TIT N'u'l'l at -l'.'' -
this her fathers daughter asked Emily
Bradstrcct: and, covcr,ly slipping Tom
Hyatt's personal possession into the SD.
pocket Of her top coat, she started forward
through the mi,t-and nearly ran against
IN, owner.
pardon me- said he. Emmy, is that
YOU, odd little thickncss over everything,
isn't it, | thought III walk too.
81 was going to the village alone, she
announced.
"I1l not dctain YOU. lost my handkcr-
chief around here somewhere this morning
Did YOU happen to-Sh,' He stopped to
listen. "Whats that
They heard voices.
Are they coming toward us" he went on
softly. Lets give them the path.
$50" replied Emily, firmly bent upon
continuing in the open. Its someone talk
ing down there by the edge Of the water
Fishing. Why, it's
after a public man reaches forty, said
the voice, the sympathy he receives is i'm
pcrsonal,--a sort OF abstract. sometimes
worshipful admiration for success.
"Fathcr," whispered Emmy.
81 often feel Ike a comet punging through