The Princeton union., 1880-07-22
THE ROMANCE OF A PICTURE.
BY MILLE W. CARPENTER,

BY MILLE W. CARPENTER.
u ''Lilacs !-lilacs everywhere. I'm sure
I'm tired to death OF the scent OF them.
shall never want to see another one as
long as I live"
ooh, Madgsl that's not like you at all,
saying such rude things, cried Nina Bar
ker, reprovingly, "while you are staying
here, too.' =
'Well, I can't help it." Madge Col
chester tosses her little head with It's
beauty of fluffy breeze-brown hair su-
perbly. 81 am tired OF them-ugly
things" .t... ..-.r.. -lI~...7
"One can't even make bouquets of
them," sighs languid Eva Quarles. ssIt
was only yesterday Harry Templeton was
saying ilacs were plebian flower. That
color would be horrid for an evening
dress, would not it2 could not wear It.
It is too-too indefinite. a -.
She draws up her slender, sylph-like
figure, with daintily satisfied air.
y "And there's not rose to be seen on
the place. pursues the dark Madge,
critically. "They are not even let to
grow wild in the hedges, Morse, the gar
dener told me. Now what an odd idea
Of Madame schuyler'sf I wonder whysS
"Shall I tell you why9" A low voice,
clear and delicately accented, speaks sud.
denly behind the idle gossipers. Grand
mamma has an inherited dislike for
roses, their perfume sickens her; but we
love our lilacs dearly-she and IT, 4
The speaker, a delicate, fair maiden,
drew dswn an armful of the great heavy
clusters, and plunged her face into their
purple fragrance Lovingly. -r Il
When she looked up her cheeks were
all a faint pink flush. Through the fair
skin the quickened blood glowed. Her
eyes glimmered like stars in an evening
shadowed pool. .... ~
What was most noticeable In this girl
was her extreme reed-like slenderness -
her wax-like purity of tint and form. e.
II never think Juliet Schuyler 6eaut:-
ful," said q girl friend ouce; but she is al
ways like this lovely porcelain vase, when
you put alight in it. She just gloaos with
asplrit-like flame, and the slightest harsh
blow would shatter her. @' t4 :.
"Ohl she will die young. responded
another critical voice. She is too good.
I always feel as if were with something
not quite Of earth when she is here" =
"And then to live always in that dull
old house, with a quersome old woman
1t Is like tomb--a receiving tomb, you
KNOW adds another speaker. i
So she stood among her flowers to-day,
all aglow with quickened thought
maiden, like Brownlng's Evelyn Hope,
made up of spirit, fire aud dew. .; :.
"You don't really mean it, Juliet
Nina Barker has opened her wide aston
lshed eyes at that vigorous declaration of
her young hostess. "You don't really
mean that you love those ugly things3
Why, Eva was telling us just now that
Harry rTempleton said--what was it
sonsetting-that no lady could care for Ii
lacs, they are so .vulger; aud I'm sure
you care enough for his opinion IL =
ooh, Nina how can yous' T Z
Eva's voice, Indignantly @aG
"Ae did not say that at ALL" aZ2 =
"Well, he said somethjno.' - F..
Nina petulantly- " =
'sYou were telling OF it yourself only
a moment since. We all heard you.,' :
"He only said--" 4 t--- =
Harry Templeton is an artist (The
dark Madge here) CHE knows all
about colors, of course. I will ask him
Il pale lilac Is cyic for brunettes. He
has always advised me about nv dress.
She smooths back the fluffy waves of
brsnze.b brown halr with a jeweled hand,
The pearl pink flush rises and deepens in
juliet schyulers dainty dimpled cheek.
t'He said :
"What does it matterg" Juliet's yeice.
soft but clear, rings firmly across the at.
tempted explanation. "Mr, Templeton's
dislike for my lilacs will not make me
love them less. ! leave to him his roses
undlsturbed.''
''Whatl you don't pretend to saw that
Harry Templeton has not perfect taste in
such mattersl WHAT strange girl YOU
are. I must tell HIM.
"And how do you know he loves
roses2' Madge's voice follows Nins's,
"Ah! and here he comes himself. Now
we will refer to him. HIS opinion is
worth having. Harry! Mr. Templetonl'' l''-
half dozen voices rang out together.
They are like chime Of silver BELLS
What do you thinkf Juliet has been tell
ing US that she doesn't care whether you