The Princeton union., 1880-07-22

admire her ilacs or not. She is sure YOU
have no taste in the matter-and that
she detests your roses.
"Oh, girls; what are sayinga What
what nonsense"
Thevexed tears rise in Juliet Schuyler's
sweet blue eyes-her lips culver. the
rose-lesf flush in her cheek is faded now.
"Oh, but you did say it, or something
like it at least! However, you can tell
him yourself, now. He won't mind it of
course E8sS
"What am not to mindF'
But Juliet shrinks away as down the
narrow, stone-paved path, the sunlight
all about him, the clustered flowers nod
ding on either side, young man comes
he is dressed in careless brt perfect TASTE,
He is tall and handsome, and dark, but
there is bold light in the handsome
eyes-a careless expression like one con.
vinced he will be welcome, wherever he
goes, too often in his look. He can
make people like him if he chooses -
that familiar manner says-and if he
does not choose, why, then, no matter.
He is not careless now. He walks up
to Juliet and lays little knot of trag-
rantest, loveliest blush-roses still smell
ing Of their early morning bath Of dew,
in her lap.
He stoops over her and says in half
whisper: j.
| "Love them for the giver's sake.'' {
The blue eyes droop under his earnest
gaze. No wood-rose ever blushed love-
lier, fainter pink than she. Her eyes
were like meadow pool when the sun
light chases it. Then there was silence
for little time, while the sunlight seem
ed to gather round those two figures.
The scent of the lllacs came heavier On
the air, the great rver at the foot of the
garden rolled past the broad stone steps
and Tapped the wall with soothing mur-
mur, while the heavy clank Of a chain
struck sharply on the restfui air, as q
noored boat rose and fell softly with the
slow stir Of the water. "
Juliet pinned the knot of roses in he1
breast.
"Well girls, shall we 60 to the archery
grounds, or shall we try croQuet9 Let Us
do somethingp' -.
Madge Colchester glances irefully al
those two absorbed young figures. Har-
~ Templeton has forgotten her for the
moment, and her brow clouds over with
heavy frown. .-~ ..af
The tickle group start at her word and
stream off down the avenue, round the
corner and out of sight. juliet rises du-
hfully as hostess, and would follow them,
but Harry lays his hand on her arm.
"Do not 60 yet," ne entreated; and
lmpelled by something new in his voice
and look, she sank back into her chair.
He stood still, looking at her with that
| new light in his handsome eyes. At sight
of this fower-like loveliness, this fragile,
maiden sweetness, new-crowned, as it
were, with q shy, wondering happiness
all his artistic instincts were reused into
action. His love for exquisite form and
color was satisfied as It had never been
before. 15@4.5 .'a'1 j. s'.s. '..~'%.2 'sz@ss.l
Chow beautiful you are!" he said soft
ly, coming closer to her. q, ......+ s...
when I 60 away, if I bring back a
picture Of you, painted as you are now,
you VIII not be angry, will you9 May II
Do not refuse mep .....+ .. "a. -. -,
He took her hands in his. :
81 love you, Julletl viii you let me
love you always2 Will you love me Just
ittles I am so unwerthy! And when
I come back-"-s .z, aaszz a6l
care you going away?" 1t was all the
answer she could make. -t2.1
"For a little. Will you welcome me
when I come back? Tell me that you
will! All, I could live good life for
your sake! would make you happy
He reads the answer she cannot speak
in her upl1fted eyes. He stoops and
kisses, not the rose-leaf beauty Of her
face, but reverently, tenderly, the rose
that nestles in her bosom. ....E
"Juliet, Jullet!'' voice cries shrill
and loud across the garden.
The startled couple involuntarily draw
apart and look about them. In one of
the long narrow windows Of the old, still
house, an aged woman stands, her stern
gaze. fixed on them. Even at that dis
tance the two lovers seem to feel the an.
| cry fire Of those fierce old eyes.
"Grandma is calling me-" talters Juliet,
starting confusedly away from Henry
OBTAINING hand-"I must go.''
"May not go, too. Let me speak to
her-let me tell her of THIS before we say
goodbye .,rnE .ega .r,.gv -, :
Juliet looks at him with perplexed en-
barrassment. .-at.r.ssa z5,g~'-.rr .,ff
"Is it best to tell her qaop. I'm afraid
grandmamma does not like you, Harry
there is such a strange look in her eyes,
sometimes, ,swhen you are here.''
| Harry smiled a little; he, too, has noted
| that queer manner of the old lady's, but
what matter whether he has her good
will ornet. Amaglignant, self absorbed
| old woman, what more natural than that
that she she should snatch at the few dull
days Of life remaining to her, with a
snarling envy OF those who wear the roses
Of youth that long ago faded on her
brows white now with December snow.
| He tossed his hair back from his dark
| handsome tace with a confident air.
ISIS it so necessary she should like me,
little one? But there, do not look so
| prieve6. T will frv IN Gain hor r,ond will