The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-11-13
OFF WITH THE OLD LOYE.
Grasplns at the Substance and Catching
the AhanOyv

l UEFt WITH In Il OAU AUvEs
Grasplns at the Substance and Catching
the Shadow.
A far, slender girl, with golden hair
blown away from her blue-veined fore
head, and a soft violet light shining in
her eyes, as she stood there, a living pic
| ture, framed by creeping vines and swing
ing sprays of clematis was the last
glimpse that Henry Dalmayne caught of
Lilias Raymond on the summer evening
when he went away to seek his fortune.
| He had found it already, in certain
sense-in SO far as man may find treasure
trove in the rich abundance of a woman's
love; for Lilias loved him, and Lilias'
heart was gold mine itself.
She turned and went back into the
house, with the dew of tears upon her
cheek and a mournful CULVER on her lip.
"How silly AMP she murmured to
herself. cit will be but a year or two at
the furthest, and he has much more to
endure and battle with than IT,
And Lilias repined at the fate assigned
to her in the great play bill of the world.
1t was hard to realize the truth of the
blind poets words, that 'they also serve
who only stand and wait"
If she could have worked to earn
money and help him; if she might also
have been privileged to bear a weapon in
the strife. Alas! it is 50 hard to sit still and
count the seconds which must elapse ere
| the crisis of our fate dawns upon the
leaden horizon of life. a7
/ So Henry Dalmayne went to the big
city, and Lilias stayed behind, to bear
the separation as best she might.
| Engaged, eh?" growled old Mr.. Peck
ham, Henry's maternal uncle, whose
skin had turned yellow with the reflection
of much gold, and whose heart was hard
er than the marble of which his mansion
was built. "Nephew, you're fool! En-
| gaged-at two and twenty" /.
| "But Uncle Ralph, she is the sweetest
girl you ever saw!.' z" II ,1. ,ls5t~
| "Sweetest girl! Sweetest fiidlesticks! p
roared out the irate old gentleman.
''There, there, don't talk ointment to me.
I've no patience with it.'' w.. .S E
| Henry was silent The glitter of the
frescoed ceilings, the flash of silver and
cut-glass, the exquisite aroma of the rare
red wine, and the velvet flush of hot
house peaches, became distasteful to him
all at once. Uncle Peckham had
promised to mako his fortune for him,
| but Henry was not at all sure that he
wanted his fortune much, on these terms.
One glance, one smile from Lilias, were
they not worth all these hollow pagean-
tries2 5ss 8ss .ssgs !. : ..ssss
! Here" sait; Uncle Ralph, tossing a
card across the table. GIVE got you an
invitation to Mrs. Bruce's party tonight.
You'll meet some people there that are
worth knowing" I saa@4s
| Henry Dalmayne hesitated; it was the
evening he had set aside In each week
forgwriting to Lilias. She would miss
her letter, but, after all, it would be. only
be a days delay. He could write
as we'll upon the next night. ...,. 4
| So Henry went to Mrs. Bruce's, under
the wing of his uncle, the wealthy stock
broker. .Hat& "cJ 5- Gins .-#s z7a@g @a5
SWELL" quoth Uncle Peckham, when
\ the festivities were over, and they were
once more, sitting beside the fire that
shone and sparkled like deep hued rubies
beneath the carved mantel in the rich
mans dining-room, ''how do you like
Sarah Esterbrook2" .zrrtEa.s I,.ea syfss
livery Well, SIT !,,3el& 3IsEG ..4 III S*3t lgEs
;, 'Ve-ry we'll !" sarcastically mimicked
MIR. Peckham.. do you know that he,
4 father is worth milIion9" Ri Id bnad.e
a"Is he, sir?' 25aEt t*M a19dl@afa3& s1
SIS he, sir Henry" roared the old
gentleman, 81 believe you're q fool !! Why,
there are q score Of the wealthiest Young
men in town who would give half they
possess --aye, the whole Of Il, if need be-
for the, smiles and chances Miss Ester.
!. brook ,youchsafed, ito you this + very
j night fYa# ss14axa.i bs.3it:y ys.53 srs3s1o3 s
s'She was very polite, sir" said Henry
| with rather 9 puzzled look; .,but--''lss itsls
i "Polite!' And pray what would you
have, Mr.. Dalmaynea Do you want a ;wo.
man to tell you out and out, in SO MANY
words, that she likes you, before you can
take q hint2'' Y .@ ~ t'lf8 lE1 ?
j Henry colored like : girl. II was, i'm.
possible to be quite insensible to 1.-THE
charm Of this aattery, the mole especially
! as Uncle Peckham was not ordinarily
neiMho sbuttered his gphrases,n asitthe
expression goes }l EgE14s .aGtlG! aiaftall,
Il '''Yes, my boy--yes, went on the stock
i broker, tapping the table emphatically
i with his finger ends; "she does like you!
And i am not the only person who has
i noticed it." E 1o1ts,E sts' t,stE'3st.
i but, uncle. she is SO plain ~ 80 1ls
i What of that2 All women can't be
| Venuses, and the prettiest Of them have a
j grinning skull and ross-bones under
their pink and -white skins and fair ex-
te1iors. Beauty is only a skin deeps'''s.t, s
i Henry thought of pretty Lilias, with a
thrill Of tender reco' lection. Miss Ester
brook, with all her golden charms. could
never hope to rival her. Yet as the DAYS
\ and weeks went by his thoughts and
| ideas insensibly changed. The yellow
4 lustre Of the gold worshipping atmosphere
| in which he lived seemed to wrap him
round the surface glitter of society; ideas,
| gradually uprooted the old dogmas ana
axioms Of his youthful faith. And one
evening, carried away by the witchery
and enchantment If the hour, he proposed
| to Sarah Esterbrook, and was accepted!
Congratulations poured in upon him the
next day. Efe
\ .You are the uckiest dog going,
Il Dalmayne,' cried one. f551sIsss'
- 81 only wish I were in your shoss!''