The Glenwood post., 1924-01-17
no sooner had she crossed the bound

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of actualities than the spell Of peace
enfolded her. Through the soothing
cadences of the burial service she
stood. half hypnotized. her face at
once piquant and dreamy, vivid and
possessed. In the dappled movement
of shadows.
1t 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
yard where he sat leaning against
the bole of giant elm? She an
swered that long. iInmovable 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 to her family that
she was tired and wanted to be alone
for a while. they could send for her
later. She stood studying, with an
eerie 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, 1867"
And beneath it that tryst Of in
vincible faith, "Whither thou goest I
will go; thy people shall be my
people and thy God my God"
Opposite stood the headstone of
ho.
fore his wife.
A voice spoke quietly close behind
the living Eleanor Jermyn: "That
pledge was not for him.
Not for Samuel JermynY' she
queried. 1t seemed quite in keeping
with the place and the spell that the
voice of the stranger who had silently
hidden her to stay should be telling
her secret things of the past
"You mustn't think It was for him."
insisted the voice.
'How strangely you say that! AS
If you were angry. Or jealous"
jealous? Perhaps 1 am. Do you
want to know the rest?"
She followed him to the corner un-
der the elm where he silently pointed
out another stone inscribed:
calvin Sennett. Born 1922. Died
1859: Where thou diest, will die.
and there will be buried"
There, then was the clue to the
dead; she sought the clue to the liv-
ing. did you come to the funeral?
"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 wild that we SHALL"
"And all Of US Jermyns I'm Flea
nor Jermyn."
He nodded. "Of course You had
to be-"
ibid II WhyT
That's what has kept me here
waiting, when I should be home pack
Ing up for the interior of Brazil. I
knew there was something telling me
to wait. But I didn't know what.
Until saw you"
"Don't be absurd" she chided him.
But there was tone Of expectancy,
Of acceptance, Of suspense in her
| voice.
do go too fast1 1 suppose I do.
But, you see. I've waited so long"
$50 long? Three days by your own
account"
| "Seventy-f1ve years." he retorted
with a gentle but inf1exible assurance.
'You talk like a ghost"
"Perhaps am. Part ghost, at least.
Aren't your Aren't we allr'
Ghosts of past livesT' she queried
thoughtfully. Like those lying here
about US? Tell me about them"
II know only little about those
two, the only two that matter to us
two My great-grandfather, Calvin
Sennett, 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 a
broken romance stronger than his mar
riage that drew him back here, and
all Of us after him. I never knew
what 1t was until, at Grandmother
funeral last week, / read the inscrip.
! ton on your headstone."
/ II wish you wouldn't call It mine, n
she protested. 1T gives me such an
uncanny feelingl The whole thing II
uncanny."
~Uncannyr' he repeated in q low
voice. "Oh, ne, Meanor. Not un-
canny it's-it's almost holy"
THAT'S worse" she complained. "l
don't think you're pleasant com
panion for graveyard at all. And
I've got to 90 anyway. There's q
frightful storm coming up"
"Too late to get away" said he, as
few slow, heavy raindrops sounded
crisp on the leaves overhead, through
the stiffness. Come to the church."
The first fash seemed almost to
overtake them as they ran for shelter
deep in the portico, gaining It Just as
| the rain Whelmed everything in aoOfh.