The Princeton union., 1880-07-22

Why are you here2 These are nv
private rooms. I did not summon YOU. $
In spite Of his bold audacity the young
artist colored. s
: Il beg your pardon; came to ask q
favor" 0
"a favor OF mes You 90
Harry Templecon drew slightly back.
as It away from out of reach of her smit-
ing scorm. A dark flame began to kindle
in his eyes.
us it SO bold of me2'' V
A smothered defiance leaped out in
spite Of his sef-control IN the answer.
II am an artist. Iwish, humbly, to
paint your granddaughter. Have your
censents"
Then he hurried on, tear he would
not have confessed taking possession OF
him. :
II love her. Will you give her to me
to be my wife2''
Madam Schuyler's voice, loud and pas
sionate, interrupted him.
"No; thousand times no. Why do
you come here to disturb us9 Why have
you ever come into our life! have no
faith in you; I dislike you. Go your way.
and leave me and mine in peace.''
Her voice grew hoarse and low as she
finished this wild outbreak Of emotion.
Her hands, clasped tightly around her
stick, began to tremblel sadly.
e The two young people looked at each
other in pale astonishment. A vague
terror began to chill the warm sweetness
of Juliet's newborn happiness.
"Why have you no faith in me, Mad
anne Schuylers" asked Harry, at length,
very gravely.
'Why, why have I no faith in YOUR
her voice arose again, shrilly-"because
you are Harry Templeton: because I fear
the bad blood of the old Templeton stock
In your veins. T know your race. father
and son, and fathers father, too. Bold
and bad, with your winsom ways and
handsome taces, you have wrought trou-
BILE always always. Do not come here
to make more. Go, and leave me with
what little have left to me. The wsrld
IS wide for you; and we've ask onlv
this little corner Of it for ourselves, Juliet
and IT, ~, 5~s =
"Ahl' Drawing back, damned by the
smothered wrath of this sudden attack, the
young man had changed his position, and
now stood facing the open door. Look.
ing in he saw on the wall picture, the
full-length figure Of q man. The bright
sunlight revealed the face, the clear-cut
features, distinctly. 1t seemed to be
himself hanging there against the old
oak-paneled wall. The features were his
own. ~ z. g@
He passed, feeling as if he we're in
dream, thro,l lgh the door and stood before
the painting. HIMSELF himself as he
might have been had he lived half cen
tury before; his own person, in fine
courtly dress, with q fine courtly look.
g Who---who is thiss'' he stammered.
"Whose portrait is this SO like mes"
1t is Harry Templeton, as I knew him
fifty years ago." was the cold answer.
Then, more coldly, more clearly still,
Madame Schuyler added the words !:
"He was your grandfather!''
!. "Ahr The young man drew long
breath. -.s -, l-..r.ls s.
His grandfather! How came it here9
Why had he never. seen it or known Of
it's exlstence2 How like, too, the face
was to his own-ike his own! Yes; he
was proud ofthat. And yet--and vet
there is something he does not like In it,
this handsome picture.
He turned gravely to Madame schuy-
ler.
"1f you knew my grandfather, you
knew brave nlan-an honorable man :
he is SO spoken of always .....-s
An honorable man2'' There was a terri
BILE mockery in Madame Schuyler's voice.
"Aye, he held high trusts; he filed high
offices; kept, among men, his written or
spoken word of honor but there are locks
that lie with blacklist falsehood; there are
smiles toul with treachery, and there is
the clasp of a hand which is like poison
GUS deathl'' a# - e.
She paused and turned her face from
the picture toward the open door.
"He wrought me dole years ago. And
now, Harry Templeton, you know why I
have no faith in you. You are of his
race. The bad blood of that man IS In
your veins, his look is in your eyes. Go,
now, and do not come back again"
j She crossed the threshold an6 stood in
the open air, a still black statue.
The young man turned to the girl who
loved him. She looked at him with vide
wild eyes. -. - @a Z
''shall obey her, Julieta''
No answer, only that wild, tearless
gaze. 49, q L-s-1sE
"Tell me: shall I obey her? Shall [
go, to come back to you never againa'' :
he took her hands in his. :.
C II love you, Juliet. Your word shall
be my law. Shall I come back to claim
you as my wlfe2' !
4 A long, cold shudde. shook her from
head to foot. She raised the hand that
held hers to her Lips: {
"Come back =, ! : 81 49,
He bends down closer to the pale rose
face lifted to his. All the tenderness
of loves forewell is in his bold eyes
now. n :
Gs"'1lwill come back to claim M sotfein
Juliet! Juliet!' cries gay g1rl-voice
from the garden. sWhere are you, Juliet2
We want you to help US make up q
gamep H
] 'sYou. will haye faith in mes You will
wait for me to come backa'