The Princeton union., 1881-08-18
BELLA'S GLOVE.

Helen Winn had remarked that she named
no names, but when a person was wired
she did not think it fair for her to move
her ball when the others were not looking.
Upon this Miss Tillie Robertson had burst
into tears, and said that Miss Winn was a
hateful thing" Miss Carrie Bunner.
partner OF the tears, Immediately laid down
her mauet with great dignity, and ostenta-
tiously escorted Miss Robertson from the
ground, saying, 'sThere now. Tillie. :"
Never mind them" etc., all Of which was
inexpressibly goading to the other side.
By way of showing the two seceders how
necessary they were, two other ladies took
their places, and the game for while was
conducted in the smoothest manner, and
the conversation in sugared tones. From
the fact, however, that they came home in
four different directions, it is supposed
that something went wrong. John, whose
duty it was to put away the mallets and
balls afer ladies used the ground, related
on the return to the kitchen that he ssfound
them there mallets scattered all over crea-
ton, jest where them gals flung 'em when
the game bust up
No, although they had all "made up"
since, the influences upon the whole were
not favorable to that game which stirs the
feminine soul SO deeply. By the way,
was the woman ever born who will not
cheat at croquet if she got good chance?
"Well, girls, what shall we do to-day?o It
was Bella Chester who spoke.
! Now Bella had not been mixed up in the
| quarrel of the day before. If there was one
thing she did not care for, it was croauet
without gentlemen. It is unnecessary.
| then, to tell you, that she was coquet-
tlsh. But she was pretty, too, was Bella
bewilderingly pretty. And set she was not
so pretty that other women did not like
her, for they did. There are two kinds Of
pretty women.
.'Let's GO up to the spring." said Helen
VIM, and watch them bottling the wa
ters.."
.'Pshaw!" said Bella, there's only an
old man and a boy there. s'Girls,s she
| went on, 1 have an idea. How far is it to
Santa Maria College?"
| About six miles," said Helen.
Then I'll tell tell you what let's do.
! Well have the rockaway team hitched up.
and get John to drive us over there. It's
vacation time now and the students have
gone. Wen have the monks show us all
over the buildings, the old mission church
and everything.
They re not monks, said Carrie Bunner.
with an air Of wisdom Miss Bunner was 3
| Catholic); they're fathers"
| Wei, I'd like to know the difference" !"
said Miss Bella, briskly.
Il don't--know, said Miss Carrie,
weakening; sbut you must call them faith
ers' anyway"
n call them anything they like" said
Miss Bella. But come, girls-let's 90 and
getready. 's'
In fifteen minutes five Of the girls we're
all ready. They had simply put on inn
mense me straw hats and very ugly busters.
Ihelr gloves were veterans; their shoes
substantial, but not beautiful. In short
they were attired as sensible girls should
De Tor ride over a California road in sum
mer.
But the minutes passed and Bella did
not come. John chewed tobacco, and
soothed his impatient horses as they flick
ed the flies off their backs and paved the
ground. John was never impatient. A
sweet and tender restfulness filed his soul
when he was waiting for ladies. He had
driven around watering places many years s.,
had John.
At last she came. "A simultaneous crv
| arose:
Why, what has kept you SO long?"
| Suddenly Helen exclaimed:
| Well, l declare" If that girl hasn't gone
and changed her dress!'
| Les, ana nXed her halr!"
And put on pair Of clean gloves!'
And changed her boots!"
1t was all true. Miss Bella had endeayor-
ed to shroud these treasons in her duster
and hat, but it was useless. She was in.
deed pretty sight as she stood there, with
one dainty foot upcn the step. Even John
was moved. He refectively spat on the
nigh side, and made room for her to sit bv
him. Miss Bella sprung into the seat.
John was better than nothing; and as they
spun along the road she laughed at his we'll
worn stories, admired his skill as driver.
and when he turned to look at her would
drop her eyes. And John? Wellhe chew
ed tobacco. lis wonderfully soothing, in
any form, is the maiigned weed.
At last the little town was reached. and
John dashed up in style to the college
gates. The ladies descended, crossed the
wide and dreary looking canrus, and ap-
Piled for permission to see the old mission
church and college buildings. Itwas grant
ed them, and an olive skinned Italian priest
was detailed to show them over the place.
he was gentle and courteous in manner.
handsome IN face, and there was certain
dignity about him which impressed even
giddy Bella at first. But not for long.
They passed into the old mission church.
with its quaint statutes and curious paint
ings. That peculiar realism which seems
to impress the Latin mind only revolted
them, and the image of the Saviour upon
the cross, the blood trickling from the
crown of thorns and from the wound in his
side, only made them run away in disgust.
The strange ferescoing over the alter, too,
did not impress them; they laughed at the
four-and-twenty elders sitting around the
Great White Throne. with Sancto, Sancto,
Sancto, coming from their mouths, while
the monkish artists attempt to represent
the Deity shocked them Then they went
into the college, and saw the laboratory,
and philosophical apparatus, with its
strange electrical mac chimes, globes, ,and what
not. From there to the library, where Faith
er Augustine showed them the quaint old
books from which dead and gone monks
had chanted vespers and matin song. Huge
volumes were they, of parchmentleaf and
leather cover. with giant clasp and hinge:
odd looking notes in red and black, squatty
and square(for they were Gregorian),
climbed over by curious staff-lines The
girls tried to make out the words, but the
lettering was strange to them, and had it
not been so the language would have been.
So Father Augustine read out some Of the