The Princeton union., 1880-09-16

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friend; some one, whom we afterward
learned was no other than Eugene EN-
erson, ever on hand with some kind, deli
cate attention for the invalid, had writ.
ten to the brother, and at the funeral
the little mourners were led by tall,
stately looking gentlemap who, it was
whispered, was their rich uncle, come to
take them away, which proved true.
The next morning, our childish hearts
almost bursting with grief, Ethel and
said our good-bys over and over again
ere the great numbering old stage coach
carried her away to be the daughter of
her rich uncle, who expressed his inten-
ton of adopting both the children, he
being childless and entirely alone in the
world.
Years glided by and an occasional let
ter from Ethel descriptive of the new
life, speaking at first kindly, and then
aHectionately, Of the uncle, whom she
soon learned to love and who, she assured
tion, was endeavoring to make amends
to.the children for neglect of the par
ents. - An
Since that bright spring day when I
bade Ethel good-by had rolled twelve
years. when one morning letter from
Ethel was placed in my hand-still
Ethel Raymond, but instead of the
lovely child of poverty brilliant, beau
tiful and accomplished woman, an heir
ess and the pet of society. Just having
returned from Europe, she had written
to me to come to her. It was an afec-
tionate, merry letter, descriptive of the
gayeties of society life, containing a full
account of the last conquest, etc., and
finally ending up with an imperative de-
mand for my presence at her home
Thanksgiving, saying her uncle had
given her full liberty to invite what
guests she chose for that day, (which will
be yourself, uncle, brother Harry and
myself. You see I want only those
whom I love for my first Thanks
giving at home after so long an absence
kind of a family reunion, you know.
And now, dearest" she added, "unless
you wish to entail lifelong misery up
on your old friend you must be sure to
come" .l
handed the letter over to mamma
with a smile, who, after reading it
through, quietly remarked, "Well, my
dear, I think you can go.
"Oh, mamma p I cried, ego when
I haven't thing fit to wear.' For the
same years that had brought wealth and
luxury to Ethel Raymond had brought
poverty to me.
"My dear, I think you speak rather
sweepingly, do you not? It seems to
me that you have. a very nice black
cashmere which will do very well fol
street and church wear. Iknow, of course,
that your wardrobe is not what q young
lady would wish on entering fash.
ionable society, but, my dear, it is al
| you have; and, you know, lady will
appear lady under all circumstances.
Go, child, and enjoy all you can
| You remember Ethel once spent 6
Thanksgiving with you under similar
circumstances, only you were children
then;" and I presume she has not forgot
ten 1t, and week or two later found me-
domiciled with my friend. Oh, the hap
py days lived over again within tht
sacred precincts of our own room! I
was here, the morning of that memor
able Thanksgiving, that we had boil
suddenly subsided into silence after one
| Of our extended conversations. Ethel
seated upon low ottoman, just opposite
my favorite perch on the side Of the bed
was busily engaged in undoing the long
heavy braids of her hair, which, whel
loosened, fell in great golden waves abou
her shoulders. Suddenly turning, sh,
merrily cried "Why those piercing
orbs Of midnight darkness fixed upon
this innocent countenance, as if to pierc
the very depth Of my inmost soul %
"Don't be tragic, dear, I was only occu
pied with my own thoughts" inter
rupted.
| ga penny for your thoughts, then"
| "Well, my dear, I was just wonder
ing how soon that ardent admirer G
yours, Col. Blackwell, Of the million an
mustache, is to claim that little, whit
hand; the symptoms are quite alarming
and it is time the case was reported"
"Marry Col. Blackwell, is that wha
you mean? That will never be. Nc
never ! she added, with little shiver.
presume youhaved ediscoveredt the Colonel
standing with my uncle, who hasbee
anxious for years for an alliance be
UWccu Gllc GWO ldluu1tS. Lie DlaCh
wells, you know, are very aristocrati
and wealthy family. The Colonel
handsome, intelligent, good, everythin
in fact that the world would unanimousl
vote good match; but, my dear, sh
added, with something of bitter smile
I am so foolish as to think that there
another requisite to happiness which th
world usually leaves out of consideration
and that is love, and as I possess non
of that Ito my happiness, necessary
commodity my uncle's ambition mus
be sacrificed and my expectant friend
disappointed.
"Well, Ethel, pray inform us whs
, kind of man is to succeed, when til
!, elegant, accomplished and fascinatin
Colonel fails"
, "Well, I am sure I don't know.
sometimes think that necessary little O.
gan called the heart was left entirely OF
! of my composition, and, consequent.
doubt a capability of any unusu'
! amount of affection and, under the ci
cumstances, it were better for Eth
Raymond to tread life's pathway alo1
than to be all unloving wife, ahandson
! husband and elegant establishment
i tho contrary IN Won Enou r com