The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1881-07-07

tuou means, Lizzie.
He bowed over her in the darkened en-.
try and left one burning kiss upon he,
lips.
Faint with emotion, Lizzie half felt he
| way along the passage to the tiny rooms
she called home, then sat down on thu
stairs outside for moment to still hel
quickly beating heart.
oh, how crueli'' she sobbed "Be.
cause lam poor he dared to do it, and I;
Oh, how I love him!"
She heard shrill, sweet little voice in
the room beyond, singing, and she arose
wiped her eyes on corner of her shawl
and softly opened the door.
A little figure lay on the low bed near the
fire. Polly's bright golden hair fell over
| her white night dress, and in her arms,
clasped tightly to her breast, she held a
waxen image.
At sight Of Lizzie she laughed gleefully.
See, Lizzie darling, what the fine lady
brought mel"
| Lizzie took the beautiful waxen doll out
of her sisters armes.
How splendid! But what fine lady is
it, Polly?"
"Mr, Arthur" chartered Polly, not
noting her sisters blush, brought these, y
pointing to some books and toys-and then
she came in, her own self, and gave me the
doll; and oh, Liz"-with estate enjoy
ment-"t the clothes comes off and ont"
Lizzie laughed.
"And who is she, Polly? It sounds like a
fairy story. I believe that you are little
Cinderella living here by the fire, and hav-
ing some ugly old godmother to visit you
while am away.
cold and ugly!" cried Polly. IT wish
hok nm ha,y
eyes and yellow hair, yellower as mine
and the beautifullest bonnet! WHY, she is
come all the way from Germany, Liz! She
is Mr.. Arthur's wife"
lizzie turned deathly pale, and sat down
as if stunned
A shutting, unsteady step sounded out
side: the door opened and old man en-
tered, accompanied by Luke Hutton.
Both men took their seats near the fire,
and Lizzie detected at once the smell Of
liquor.
With sickening sense of shame she
turned from her father to Polly.
Come, darling, I will carry YOU to bed:
you can take all your pretty toys with YOU.
and you must be up bright and early, for
tomorrow is fair-d day, you know, and if YOU
are at the window you can see the folks 60
ing BY"
She tried to smile bravely, as the little
cripple clasped. both hands round her
neck.
Luke arose and clumsily opened the
door for her.
AS Lizzie came back for Polly's toys, he
whispered:
Don't think to make fool of me, with
the sly ways. A woman as allows a mar
ried man to see her home, and!kiss her, amt
too good even for Luke Hutton"
How long Luke Hutton and her father
sat there she never knew. She fell asleep
waiting and listening for them to part
Morning dawns for her at last dawns,
but brings no brightness to her darkened
life. What is it that makes her life so
heavy that she can scarcely bear to wake
and face the morning ight?-It is not her
father nor Polly; these are old griefs made
enduraple through long habit. This pain
is bitter, poignant, piercing}her heart cruel
she remembers, now? It is Arthur Roll
lestons wife!
She repeats the words over and over,
with the remembrance of that kiss still up
on her lips, and then, God forgive her
longs, with longing unutterable. for an
other word, another caress from him ere he
leaves her forever!
She bushes, and the next moment hates
herself for her folly, rises hastily, dresses
Polly, and goes into the next room to find
her father gone.
A heavy day for her. She wonders with
binding tears, if all holi Jays are as wretch
ed, The merry voices and loud laughter
in the streets come to her as mockery land
her voice chokes as she tries to join Polly
In a hymn.
The door opens, and Arthur Rolleston
enters.
At the sound of his voice Lizzie rises
hastily.
Enmindful of Polly, he walks straight up
to her, looks deep into her dark eyes, and,
bending, is about to press another kiss up-
on her lips, when, like . haunted thing,
she pushes past him and escapes. He
smiles amusedly, sits down by Polly. and
transports the child to the seventh 0heaven
with his fairy stories and his account of
the fine shows in the fair.
he waits in vain for Lizzie, and at length
kisses Polly and goes.
Polly is in bed at last. The day is near
ly ovor, The fddlers have ceased their
playing IN the old trvern near by, and they
stand at the open window, looking out at
the moon-lighted, deserted street.
Soon she secs Luke Hutton and her
father approaching the house.
The latter's step was unsteady, and Liz
zie, with bitter shame in her heart, enters
the next room and locks the door.
A few moments later she heard mutter-
ed oath and the words:
II am glad the lass is in bed. She is al
ways moithering me with her pious airs"
Hush! She'll hear thee, whispered the
more cautious Luke.
We'll, wot if she does? Amt I agoin' to
make rich lady Of herr Will she blame
| me? Not when [ show her these"
He held out some bank notes, and jingled
a bag of silver, triumphantly.
| Lizzle nau hel eye =. sn9 Key nole ano
| fathers hands.
"Hould the jaw" warned Luke, ''and
not word or we are Jagged. Mind, moi
one word, Or
he finished his sentence with. blood