The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-04-02

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| did not hi0e their emotion. The tears
coursed down the furrowed cheeks of the
venerable counsel for the prisoner, as he
rose, and, in a tremulous voice demanded
| that the entire evidence be ruled out as
! inadmissible. He made an eloquent
| argument, but the Judges felt compelled
| to rofuse.
LOVE rs LOVE FOR EVERMoRE.
BY MARGARET.
ANSWER me, Christie" and the speaker
threw himself on the grass with a poorly
disguised yawn.
The person whom he addressed was
only little country girl, and during
these perilously sweet days that Guy
Meredith had spent in the old farm house
Christie North had become used to
''amusing" the handsome young fellow.
BE had been attracted to this quiet
village that lay nesting between the hills
by the trouting, of which he was passion
ately fond; and when Mrs. North, a widow
and Christie's mother, was asked for one
of the cool, old-fashioned rooms and a
daily lunch. she consented to the plan
which was to place many welcome dollars
in the family purse. To her mother,
Christie was child, and, little thinking
that the dark-eyed stranger was to effect
her daughters happinesssin any way, the
good woman sent the young people out,
day after day, with fishing-tackle, lunch
basket and book. The book was super
| fluffy, however, for Guy Meredith liked
far better to talk to the girl, looking into!
her innocently babyish face the WHILE;
Having spent seventeen years of her life
in the little village where she was born,
Christie North knew little of the world
outside, and when the enthusiastic young
fellow described in glowing language the
beautiful places he had visited, she
Listened while pleased surprise
Looked from her long dashed hazel eyes,"
TO day was like the other days which
they had spent together, but shadow
seemed to fallover them as they sat there,
the girl with an anxious look on her love-
ly face.
II don't feel like amusing any one just
now, Guy" she seid. II wish you would
tell me why you have been 80 quiet all
the day long e; you have hardly spoken to.
| me Tor the last two hours"
Guy Meredith laughed little ner-I
vously, and pulling the petals from a
daisy, one by one, he answered, abruptly,
! "1'm going away tomorrow"
"Going away!" echoed the girl, catch
Ing her breath as she spoke.
Eyes L received, 8 letterform my moth
er last night, by which she informed
| me that she and my cousin, Kate Math-
! erson, are awaiting me at Newport, from
whence we are to go home together. I
am to be married to Kate next month.
and I suppose must 60. You will miss
nee little, ChEistie?" he continued,
thinking that the sweet face had never
seemed quite SO lovely before.
'While we have been talking, Mr..
Meredith, the sun has gone down, and
mother will be anxious about u.s." an
swered the girl; and, without a -glance at
her companion, she swept the daisies
frora her lap and walked hastily towar d
the thouse.
The young man gathered up the book,
basket and lines, and was about to join
her, but she was already beyond call,
and with sigh he walked slowly across
the meadow.
'Ckristie had headache, and didn't
feel like coming down stairs" Mrs. North
told Meredith that night; but the next
morning she came down to breakfast,
and after Meredith had taken her ,moth-
er's hand, she extended her own, with a
quiet ''Hood-by, Mr.. Meredith" and thus
they parted.
That night John March called. For
six months Christie had worn on her
hand little circlet of gold, that meant
far more to John March than his large
farm with its broad acres. To the Mag
vile people John March was common
friend to whom all might gofor help and
sympathy, and they never failed to find
it. All the little babies held out their
4 little arms to be gathered in his great,
! strong ones, and to the children he was
Kriss Kringle who stayed with them all
i the year round.
4 Was it any wonder that when this
man asked Christie to be his wife, she
gave the promise and accepted her fate
at his handss Since her babyhood she
had been taught to regard John March
as the embodiment of manly virtue and
goodness, and it had been no hard mat
ter to feel that her future life was to be
spent with him; but as for Analysing it.,
the child had not thought of it until
Meredith came.
John March had quietly watched the
two through the long summer days, feel
ing that his hearts treasure was slipping
away from him, but treating Christie
with the same gentleness and Difference
that he had ever given her.
John, y said Christie, that night, II
must not wear this any longer" pointing
to the tiny ring which lay in her hand,
and holding it out to him. ...'
"Why, Christie2" ..
because I don't love YOU" +
"That pains me dear; don't say it
! again, please" answered the man, as he