The Princeton union., 1879-09-24

"No," said, laughing; "not with such
giddy tomboy as you arc.'
was greatly surprised by what Nav
ha', to''l me. For the first time sus-
| pec,ed there WAS another nature in Anne
Care than the INDECENT careless one we
saw. There might dangerous fires sleep
under those soft, brown eyes. There
might be hidden depths under that cold
exterior. And now thought Of it, she
wasn't so very plain. She had beautiful
eyes, brown and clear-looking; delicate
eyebrows, full. red lips, and masses of
soft, dusky hair. If her face was dark
and thin, it was also full Of character,
| Certainly she was not to he pitied
| / was rather fearful as to how she
would treat Muy, but at tcatime she
came in smiling, and apologizlng for be-
ing so late. There was not a trace Of un
pleasantncss in the smooth face. She
laughed q great deal and, showed me
a sketch she had made; ridiculouslv
long g-necked bird was perched on the UNI
brella, and in his mouth a bit Of scarlet
ribbon, over which it seemed puzzled.
There was real expression IN the small,
uncanny eyes, and laughed heartily.
elbow we'll you sketch, Miss Ca,ew!"-
said May, who was 10 king over my sh0ul
der. -. -.f
Eyes; that is one of my Bohemian pro-
clivities. One learns many things like
that travelling over the world without a
ch0perone." ....+
There was no malice in the tone. 1t
was merely an explanation. Mr. Skid
more looked un quickly, and then went
out ct the room, abruptly. Miss Carew
| laughed.
"Havc shocked any'ody3" she asked
lightly. '.... /.
"Come out on the beach," whispered.
And when we are alone, said, ''Tell me
about it, Miss Carew."
1t was in substance what I had heard
once before that afternoon. She cared
nothing for the hoyish lover, and was
glad To have the en- 5aycmen brokc zen, bu
the insolent, unjust words of Mr.. Skid
more had hurt her cruelty.
"Why," she said ~ suppose he hates
me as he hates no one else in the world. -
"And do you dislike him2"
"Miss Arden, despise him."
III am very glad to hear it, believe me-
and tall figure strobe past us down the
beach. Miss Carew burst into laugh.
81 have added the last straw nov, she
said.
After that there was not even the SEM
blance Of politeness between them. Each
ignored the others existence. We u ak
ed and talked, and played croquet, inao-
lently, as before. Mr.. Skiamo1e was al
ways with Victoria Derry, and I was
drifting into dangerous liking for one
of our company, man with neither mon
ey or good-looks. think we were ali
moderately happy, but was alarmingly
so. All through the month we were ia
! vered with fine weather. May Derry said
| she was "full to bursting" Of pure delight.
Living was pleasure, and life grand
| holiday Once or twice we all went to
Brunswick tor drive, hut for the most
part OF the time were lying under trees
or IN the warm SAND, Crusoe-like, reading
or thinking. All the fishermen have high
tenor voices at Harpswell, and sing songs
OF the sea, and wear old straw hats and
look picturesque. It was pleasure enough
TO sit on the rocks, and hear their melody
rising free and unrestraincd while thew
mcnded their nets. It was beautiful, too.
to watch the shadows coming over the
tree tops, and the hush Of night falling ON
all the land.
One night we were out in the boat, and
Mr.. Price drew in the oars and let the
boat drift. 1t happened unfortunately
that Annie Calew was placed beside Mr..
Skidmore, making it uncomfortable for
both. soon forgot it, however, in watch
ing the beauty Of the beach and ocean in
the mellow, softcned light, and drinking
IN the sweet fragrant air. -
"Such scene as this brings up sleep
ing memories" said Mr.. Skidmore.
"With the glamour of this soft beauty on
a man he might De forgiven for almost
any rashness. am stran gely susceptible
to moonlight and the fragrant spring air.
| Miss Calew, won't you favor US with a
| song and break the spell2" .#--.
1t must have affected him indeed to
speak like that, in that half-tender voice
| to Annie Carew. .... ......
..s;,s ~ shall .n;a be happy to oblise you il you
"Oh, yes, do sing, Miss Carew,". said
several voices.
She sang little boating song, all
about "wavcs'' and "rlpples" and "thc
sands upon the Shore" and she sang it
beautifully. l felt like falling in love
with her, she looked so handsome, and
there was haunting pataos in the voice.
Certainly Annie Carew was not plain
girl. She was dangerously fascinating
one. realized it full ~ as she SIT there
in the moonlight, her splendid ewes
sparkling and her clear voice touching
one hcartstlings so closely. Bohemian
she might be; she was more beautiful in
that tender, gracious mood than any y o.
man had ever seen. .. .." IL
There was silence for moment; then
D1r. Price said: ..-.t.... .~~fs1
"You sing like the sirens Of old, Miss
Carew, If one can judge from ideas. The
tears almost came, in spite of my cndeav-
ors to be manly"
She laughed softly, and Miss Derry
said in an earnest way, III do really be-
lleve have fallen in love with her. >
That made us all laugh, and the little
craft was turned homcward. Mr.. Skid
more walked up tU the house beside me-
and asked him if he liked Miss Carew q
singing. ......#