The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1877-08-10
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It was the wild midnight.
The tame midnight was off watch and
had gone to bed three hours before. "
K A storm brooded over the eastern
heavens. 1t was thoroughbred brood
storm. Hop brewed, for it was coming
from the yeast.
! little form covered in the garden
gate Many manly form has been cow
ard at Just such gates, ever since summer
nights and gnats and beauty and love and
June bugs were invented. &
s He does not come" she murmured
softly, as she peered into the darkness.
j" l cannot see him. I will call him."
} She was wrong. If she. couldn't see
him, she certainly couldn't call him with
the same hand. A manly step came
scraping down the sidewalk It was
Desmond. " ,
She threw open the gate and the next
instant he clasped in his great, strong
arms twenty-seven yards of foulard, three.
yards of ruching, seven dozen Breton but
tons, and pompadour panier as big as a
dog-house. It was all his own. .f
Gail is lost" he exclaimed. econ
stance de Belvidere, the Russians have
crossed the Balkans. We must fly"
+ Constance was noble girl. She only
said "Whither shall we fly?' :.
He wanted to fly to some lone desert
isle, but she submitted an amendment
providing that they should fly to the ice
cream saloon. =. t~. tI.'n< ri'l -
They flew. ..&.-a "'@-, :!4ff##
In the crowded saloon, where the soft
light fell upon fair women and brave men,
and the insects of summer night fell in
the ice-cream freezer. They spoke no
word. When two sentient human beings
are engulfng spoonfuls Of corn starch
and eggs and skim milk, language is
mockery. ~
At length Desmond broke the tender
silence. He said: -.
"More, dearest?" :
She smiled, and bowed her lovely head,
but did not speak. She was too full for
utterance. -.@&##& F# E%%~* l..
Desmond gloomily ordered more. And
more when that was gone. And sup
plement to that. And an addenda to that.
And an exhibit to that. 49, g. ! ~.
Gloom sat enthroned upon his brow.
Constance saw it. She said: -
"What is it, dearest?" e. j
He spake not, but sighed. v
A dreadful suspicion stabbed her heart
like knife. III
>. "Desmond,' she. said, you are not
tired Of me, darling?" - '-'A s~-A@ ID H.:
"No," he said, and then he looked (and
~ 1,p11tforo h1o tb =,
Her brow lightened up with ray Of
celestial intelligence. y.A
Il Sec" she said, tapping the empty
plate with her spoon. ''Too cold. Signed,
c. Morbus' -" .'.>
He denied it bitterly, and babe her re-
main where she was while he settled with
the man. "-e sa...,,
She, guided by the unerring instinct Of
her sex, peeped through the curtains of
the saloon. She saw her Desmond hold
ing earnest discussion with the man. She
saw the man shake his head resolutely in
answer to Desmonds pleading looks and
appealing gestures. She saw him lock the
door, take out the key, put it in his
pocket, and lean up against the door. She
saw her own Desmond draw from his,
pockets and pile upon the counter a pearl
handled pocket knife, six nickels, four
green postage stamps, a watch key, two
lead pencils, a memorandum book, a
theater ticket, a pocket comb, an ivory
tooth-pick, a shirt-stud, one sleeve but.
ton, photograph of herself a package of
trix, two street-car checks, a card with a
funny story on it, a silk handkerchief
and a pair of gloves. And then she knew
that Desmond was bankrupt, and when
the man swept the assets of the concern
into drawer and opened the door, she
sobbed, convulsively: "And it was mine,
extravaganza which hath did this thing"
They did not talk much on their way
home. Once she asked him if he was
rich and he only said: ".l
Enormously" ~.
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