The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-04-28

mouth when there was 4 tap At the
door, and in came Phillis.
Please, sir" said the admirable
young person, mistress says may / lay
the table for supper? ?"
Give your mistress my compli-
ments," replied George, with assumed
dignity Mr.. Nettlefold's compli-
ments, and say with the greatest pleas
ure.'"
She did not give her mistress his
compliments, at least not then; but,
without word or smile, laid it there
and then, covering it with snow-white
table-cloth, and laying it with that
charming air of home-like comfort
which prevailed everything.
How they managed to prepare such
supper in such ashort space of time is
more than I can say. There we're some
delicious trout, cooked to perfection,
ham and eggs done to a turn, followed
by pancakes done to toss. We had
good appetites, and did wonderful JUS
tice to the fare. When we had finished
we rang the bell. and in came Phillis.
who, having learned our wishes, showed
US to our room. George and / shared
one bed, amply large enough for both.
In the morning we oversight our
selves; no wonder, in such quarters and
tired out as we had been; but when we
got down there was the breakfast wait
ing our arrival! It was as good as the
supper; more trout, omelet, fresh eggs,
butter which melted in your mouth and
fresh homemade scenes. After break
fast we began to consider the cost of
our entertainment. Hitherto we had
been economical, and had INDUCED in
nothing so luxurious since we had been
in those Northern regions. We rang
the bell, and in came the landlady.
We rose as she entered and bowed,
which courtesy she gracefully returned.
eve shall be much obliged,'I said,
If you will let us have our bill"
"Bill!" she said, drawing herself up
right. "Do you wish to insult me, sir?"
Insult her! Insult you'll" I said,
visions OF "She Stops to Conquer" and
the mistake Young MARROW made, fit
ting across my mind. aBut surely.
this is an imp" Half fearing we had
made mistake like Marlow's.
eyes," returned she, with something
like wounded dignity; this is an inn,
but not to you"
"Not to usl" I exclaimed, amazed;
while George, I fancy, began to take
her for lunatic.
"Do you think" she burst out, II
would take money from the man who
saved my child?"
Saved her childl In an instant it
flashed across me, the youDgster foun-
dering in the pool, and how the young
rogue had run away.
"Was-was that your son in the
pool?",. I asked her, beginning to I'M
derstand her.
"Ay, it was Alec" she said, "my only
son."
"But,"' I asked, chow did you know
it was I who Pr
"Donald Macneil"-or some such
name-"t told me. He was near by, and
saw it ALL"
I remembered the man in the bar, and
how he had whispered to her when we
went out: he, I presumed, was Donald
Macneil.
Well, she would not take = farthing,
and we could hardly press Her. She,
such a strange sort OF woman, cold and
proud as Roman mother; no wonder
her son was such a queer young fish. It
appeared she had not only turned out
of her own sitting-room, but out of her
own bedroom too, to make room for us.
Where she slept, I have no idea. In the
bar possibly, which, y-the-by, would not
have been so bad after all.
Before we went, we asked her for her
photograph, which she gave us, and
there it is. It is not bad likeness; but
it hardly does her justice, it does not
give you the proud set of her features;
and in photograph you cannot get the
full expression of her eyes.
Is that ALP"
"That's ALL"
where's the morale"
"The moral is, never neglect to do
good action when you can; you never
know how soon you may be repaid"