The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-08-07

dark array, with the shining new black
nat IN his hand, they glanced at each
other quickly, but banged away, till,
having made his compliments to the rest
no wheeled on them, and with one of his
gestures, which even Leon and Garcia
never thought Of disobeying, brushed
them from their seats. and adjusted him
self in their place. "They profane, \ he
said looking up me.
used to think that nobody ever play-
ed exactly like rim, so nobody ever look
ed exactly like Fenallosa. PLAYING
seemed to be as natural to him as breath
ing, as naturalas it is to any
ilsh TO wave his fins in the water, and the
keys always sang under his hands. Even
Chrystie listened when Fenallosa played.
"They conquered the wild creatur es with
the music in the old day. said he to me,
as leaned on the instrument. II shall
yet conquest Of her." indicating Chrystie
with his head. And there was conscious
| power about him as the great chords
rolled out.
"Ah, Fenallosa," cried Chrystie once
when he leased her, 'why can't you al.
was be the man that you are when you
are playing, and not the boy that"
"Chrystie," he said, quietly, "why can
you to be the woman of dignity that
does to tell me my fault, and not the
girl | see when, pass the window,
dancing along with her arms above her
head and all her silver bangales ringing
like the Almee's bells? Eth? But the
beautiful armss The fair head"
"There you go again!" cried Chrvs-
tie.
! To-day, as Fenallosa played, there was
something very grand and solemn in his
thoughts; one might fancy that he was
up among tie purple slopes and silvery
peaks OF the hills at home with the work
of death. BY degrees, though, more and
more sweetness stole into the measures,
with ali sorts of hesitating turns and
melancholy cadences; he had forgotten
himself and his boyishess in the music.
But when at length he paused, it was to
see Chrystie's eyes swimming in tears,
and all the boy was uppcrmost again
ssbhe is ice,but melt her!'' he cried and
Immediately he began playing, with a
total oblivion of dead uncles and living
coffee estates, all sorts of gay dance tunes
and the airs OF sweet love songs, ending
with a medley OF national airs framed in
a; fanfaronde of trumpet calls, drum beats,
shrill cornet strains, tor Fenallosa was a
master of music. Then suddenly he
arose, bowed to every body, and darted
for the hall and his hat, found the hat
gone, and it its place the light straw ruin
that Garcia had left.
You should have seen the transport of
rage into which Fenallosa fell, and heard
the anathemas on the luckless head of his
compatrlots, the adjurations that they
should want hats all their lives and have
no heads to put them on, while the hat
went spinning to the ceiling, came down
and was trampled under foot till there
was nothing left of it. "a nice prospect
I for wife! said I, at his elbow. "a
pretty husband, you!' He turned. laugh
ing in an instant, his white teeth glisten.
ing and his face full of color.
why she not to pacify me?" he cried
And if course we all laughed with him
tor the greater part of the timas Fenallosa
was as good as play. .......
But there was no help for it; Fenalloss
now would not stir out of the house till
night. lit is indecorous." he said. 81
am not to mock the memory of my uncle
Here stay?" And he was as good as his
word, taking tea with US, and conducting
himself with the most charming dignity
evidently in a sense Of the honor due thu
!, day.
After dark, when we had sat for {
while on the veranda overhanging the
sea, watching the great stars rise from
the water, brother John and John Allen
went up to the roof with the fireworks
and Fenallosa followed; an increase OF
two or three other youths, Emilys lovers
and Sues, presently taking place, with
the inevitable Spanish lads dying to play
| some fresh prank on Fenallosa. But
Fenallosa shortly returned to us, and he
and Chrystie leaned over the rail togethe,
to watch the colored lights in the waves
breaking on the cliff below, and singing
some refrain halt under the breath to-
! gether. Just as we were in the midst u
, the Bengal lights, heard feet on the
, root of the veranda overhead, titterine
and te.heeing, and directly down came
| long pole with a huge bunch of fire
crackers on the end, sputtering and fiz
, zing and f1aring, and exploding straigh
, IN the faces OF Fenallosa and Christie
shedding sparks. everywhere about US
[ and in another moment there was a blaze
/ shrek, and Chrystie's muslins were al
atlame. - .. H.. t ~.
There was one scream from ever,
| mouth: "Oh, she will burn to death - to-
the summer parlors had neither rug mol
curtain, and there was nothing to smother
J the blaze. But before the words were
, we'll uttered sheet of fire went hurting
| through the air. "Fear not!" criee
Fenallosa, II to die!' And we saw thai
, he had caught her in his arms and had
leaped into the sea. "t ~
"Hurry! hurry!',I shrieked. "He
} can't SWIM Oh, you have killed them
both!' But while was exclaimlng,
dozen long legs were scrambling down tt
J the beech. the boats were out, and before
long for he had come to the top again
J and although he could not swim he could
keep af1oat- Fenallosa and Chrystie
were pulled in, safe and alive, but both
} of them badly scorched, and what was
left of Chrystie's muslins one black and
dripping rag. But We wrapped her in
the cloak with which I had run down
!, and by the next evening her injuries