The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1923-08-17

the Deserted Village from the world
of actualities than the spell OF peace
EMBODIED her. Through the soothing
cadences of the burial service che
stood, half hypnotiEed. her face at
once piquant and dreamy. vivid and
possessed, IN the dappled movement
Of shadows
II was thus that Robert Sennett first
saw her.
Was there some signal that passed
from him to her, at once occult and
compelling. drawing her gaze TO the
spot In the far corner Of the church
ward where he sat leaning against
the bole of giant elm2 She an
swered that long, immoyable look of
his with the unconscious response of
widened eyes and parted lips OF Won
dering. And after the last motorcar
had lurched across the bridge at the
close of the ceremony. she remained,
making the excuse 10 her family that
she was tired and wanted to be alone
for while, they could send for her
later. She stood studying, with an
eerle feeling OF disembodiment, her
own name carved in the gray stone
of tall monument In the Jermyn
plot.
Eleanor Jermyn, wife Of Samuel
Jermyn; Born 1927. Died, 1857"
And beneath II that tryst OF in
vinelble faith. "whither thou goest l
will go: thy people shall be my
people and thy God my God"
Opposite stood the headstone Of
Samuel Jermyn, dead three years be-
fore his wife.
A voice spoke quietly close behind
the living Eleanor Jermyn: That
pledge was not for him
Not for Samuel JermynT' she
queried II seemed quite in keeping
voice of the stranger who had silently
hidden her to stay should be telling
her secret things OF the past.
"You mustn't think II was for him"
insisted the voice.
How strangely you say thstl As
II you were angry, Or jealous"
"Jealousf Perhaps ] am. Do you
WRIT 10 KNOW tHe rest
She followed him to the corner I'M
der the elm where he silently pointed
out another stone inscribed:
Calvin Sennett. Born 1922, Died
1850: Where thou diest. will l die,
and there will be buried"
There. then was the clue TO the
dead; she sought the clue to the liv-
Ing. ibid you come TO the funeral p
Not your funeral. Mine" Both
laughed-the implication and the tens
ity was for the moment relaxed. my
grandmother's. She was buried three
days ago. All of us Sennetts come
back here. It's in my great-grand-
fathers viii that we shall"
And all of us Jermyns. I'm Flea.
nor Jermyn."
He nodded. "of course. You had
10 be-"
did n WhyT
That's what has kept me here
waiting, when | should he home pack
ing up for the interior of Brazil I
knew there was something telling me
TO walt But didn't know what.
Until I saw you
Don't be absurd" she aehded him.
But there was tone of expectancy.
of acceptance. of suspense in her
voice
DO ! 20 too fast7 I suppose | do,
But you see. I've waited so long"
$50 long1 Three days by your own
account"
"Seventy-hve years" he retorted
with a gentle but infexible assurance.
you talk like ghost"
Perhaps am. Part ghost, at least.
Aren't your Aren't we allY"
Ghosts of past lIvesT' she queried
thoughtfully. Like those lying here
about usi Tell me about them
II know only little about those
fWo, the only two that matter TO us
two My great grandfather, Calvin
/ Senpett left here when he WAS a
/ young man and went TO the Mexican
war He never came back alive. He
married my great grandmother in the
/. South Years later. But there was r
broken romance stronger than his mar
rage that drew him back here, and
4 all Of MS after him. never knew
what II was until, at Grandmother's
funeral last week. read the Inscrlp-
ton on your headstone."
II wish you wouldn't call II mine y
she protested at gives me such an
uncanny feeling The whole thing Is
uncanny.'