The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-06-10

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MUSK AND PENNYROYAL.
Miss Margaret Willis slapped her maid
IN the face one morning as the girl was
dressing her hair. Chow often must i
tell you not to draw the hair SO tightly
back from my forehead9'' she exclaimed.
ut must be quite loose, though firmly
held. You quite make me look like q
trightp' y M & I.af @..5
It was a soft hand, yet it could give a
singing blow, as Agnesia had learned
during the last few weeks, for such blows
were new in her experience with Miss
Willis, who till lately had been the sweet
est OF mistrcsses. She said nothing, how
ever, but made haste to loosen the brown
hair over that snowy forehead till Mar
garet's sharp "Cosip' told her that the
right point had been reached.
Miss Willis was already dressed, for
she had adopted the custom of the EN-
press Eugene, Of having her hair arrang-
ed last. When it was finished she rose,
letting slip the large cambria mantle
that covered her, and went to take care
full survey of herself in long mirror
that stood between the two windows.
The result could not have been other
wise than pleasing. She wore a long
unic OF lace and muslin in stripes over
9 lavender silk, and rose-colored bows
on the halfopen sleeves and under her
lovely chin. .I,.. ,s.
"Noa cemaze," she owned; and, drawing
toward her q vase of large pink and
white fuchsias, she fastened bunch of
them round her head like coronet, and,
taking the pearl rings from her ears.
hung fuchsias in their places.
am going for q walk below the bell
vedere," she said then to her maid, 0Say
nothing about it to any one, and keep
people away if you can. IF any Of those
dreadful tourists come here to see the,
grounds, tell the gardener to come to the
terrace and whistle" -
Miss Willis went down the grand
stairs. Not soul was in sight. At this
hour-it had Just struck eleven from The
clock in the grand fountain all the la
dies and gentlemen in the villa except,
perhaps, the master Of it, the Marquis 81
San Giorgio, We're in their rooms, and
would leave them only at the sound OF
the breakfast bell, which rang precisely
at noon. It the marquis was out, he
would be at the potteries in the very far
thest corner Of the villa. He almost in
varlbly devoted the hour or two before
breakfast to his correspondence.
Following q little path that wound
among the shrubs and trees, Margaret
descended to the level, where, from the
windows above, she might have shown
like large flower in the midst of the
rich green. She did not wish to be seen
from the windows, however, but to es-
cape all observation for time, and to
study for an hour her position, with the
airs OF heaven blowing about her. So
abe went nearer the belvedere, and when
abe saw its dark balustrade stand out
against the blue sky began to walk slow
~ to and fro in its shadow. 81 I
Here was her position. She was q
young, beautiful and accomplished New
England girl, rich for her native city, but
not rich for one Of the grand cities either
Of the new or the old world. "A wealthy
and ambitious aunt, who had spent the
greater part of her life in Europe. had
brought her here, intending to, find q
great match for her. Margaret had glad
y come abroad, but had not committed
herself to the matrimonial scheme-had.
indeed, been very cool about the candi-.
date who immediately presented himself.
The marquis was agreeable, elegant, rich.
and of very high lineage, and he was not
very old. She had no serious objection
to make, but abe had not vet been able
to consent, though daily urged BY her
aunt and by the lover himself. Aud, she
could say neither yes nor no. She was
too Indifferent to accept, and the propo-
sition waa to brilliant to refuse. she had
seen enough Of society in London, Paris
and Rome to be weary Of taking subor-
dinate place. With q coronet in the beau;
titul golden brown hair she could become
. social power. Her bright. disdaintul
eyes had searched out all the wheels and
cranks of the social machine, and with
time and familiarity dlsdain was rapidly
losing itself IN ambition. It was q game.
and brilliant and exciting one it seemed
to her. She was beginning to find that
her beauty was q weapon to use, not
merely pretty flower. II might pro-
cure her other advantages besides coro-
net. 3
But just as her imagination was about
taking fire and she thought: 81 will car
- in half-open rose and give it to him
before them all, and give him q smile
with it which he shall understand,' . some
other second thought Set aside her half.
formed decision.
Walking thus preoccupied, almost tor
mented, she became conscious presently
Of some sensible touch that reached her
heart, yet 80 delicately that she was not
aware BY what sense it entered. Il per-
sisted softly, Withdrawing for an instant
to make it's presence more clearly felt on
returning, and at every return the emo
lion it caused became perceptible.
Der attention at length arrested by
this soft importantly, Margret Willis
paused and looked around to see what it
was that had set her heart mlrmuring
inarti culstely like mo ther over the