The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1890-08-21

4 some time before see you again;
81 am going to London tomorrow.
The boys are delighted at the news
! of Scrope's intended departure, but
pleasure gives place to regret a few
moments later when they learn that
4 he means to return
Nora says good-by coolly enough
j certain words Of Scorpe's are rank ine
in her bosom. Tom is quick to no.
tice her unusual quietness. I.
What is it makes you sadf
How many apples have you had?
She answered: Only seven.
sAnd are you sure you've had no more.
Ny little maid? quoth /;
Oh, sir. my mother never gave me four
& But they were piel lss 3as
he says, with ludicrous imitati on Of
:. Horace Scrope.
"TomW cries his mother, in a tone
Ofrebuke; and he reiterated with his
1 brother. Then Norah and her aunt
look rather shyly ct each other.
"Auntie dear, Why did you want
me to marry that man?'
my dear, / thought he was fond
of you; / think so still"
Nora meditates, then, repeating
the poets generous speech, asks
her aunt for an interpretation.
SHY dear Nora, what generosity
could there be in marrying your asks
Mrs. Stamer. Don't think about
the ungallent speech. BY the way,
you know Tower Court?" Tower
Court is the great house of the neigh
borhood, which has been closed since
the death of the old baronet a few
| years ago, when it passed into the
hands of a distant relative. The
owneris coming home,' Mrs. Stamer
continues; "at last he means to take
possession. Itwas early to-day that
I learned that the new baronet was
John Carteris. =
sYes?' says Nora, seeming very
little interested.
SWhy, Nora, surely you remember
Jack?'' d.
Nora's eyes suddenly light up; she
does. indeed, remember the big,
strong, merry boy, whose romping
used TO disturb the quiet of Aunty's
town house, who brought foreign
stamps for Tom and Fred, mended
her dolls and aunty's work box, and
taught them all how to make coffee.
Gould she ever forget the boy for
whom she cried 50 bitterly when he
had to go away from England in
search Of a livelihood, his parents be-
ing very poor in those days?
THAT is a turn of fortune's wheel, !"
says Nora.
A week later a tennis net is stretched
across the lawn, and Tom is dis.
porting himself in a comical fashion
in opposion to Fred and Nora, when
suddenly the rackets are thrown
aside and the boys rush down tho
path to the green gate, on which is
leaning a young man who they had
been expecting ever since they heard
OF his arrival at Tower Court. 1t is
Jack Charters, looking bigger than
ever, with the honest gray eyes and
square brow and merry expression
SO well remembered by the STEAMERS.
The rector told me where i
/ should find my old friends, he says.
AS he glances at Nora, surprise,
wonder and admiration are visible
in his eyes, and he utters her name
in a tone expressive Of all three
emotions.
Mrs. Stamer rises from her garden
chair and joins the group. Jack has
mot changed with the change of for
| tune, she observes; he is the same
blithe, happy hearted fellow she used
to like SO well.
sWe expected you to come in a
carriage and six, says Tom.
Time flies too quickly for all of
| them as Jack relates some Of his ex-
periences abroad, recalls many Incl
dents which happened in his boy
hood, and concludes by planning
| pleasant days in the future at Tower
Court.
He is a brick" the boys decide
| "iust what he used to be!''
The sun has sunk behind the pur-
/ pie hills, a saffron glow ism the west.
/ the fair moOnlooks down serenely on
the shorn meadows. It is a beauti-
full tranquil Septembe night. Along
the narrow feldpath Nora and Jack
stroll slowly Housewares arm in-ar
my darling" said Jack and at
the words crimson rose color over
spreads the girls cheeks 81 have
loved you all my life, even when we
were little ones together! All the
time / was away working and slav-
4 ing, the one hope / had was to win
!. you, to make a home for you. 9
But you never wrote to me, she
] observes.
ssWas it not better to come nv
!. self, Nora. And until lately / could
not have written as wished. &
They are near the green gate now,
4 where a tall thin man is waiting.
! Nora drops Jack arm, and the col
1 or in her cheek deepens. !.
], Mr.. Scrope! How you startled
met 3 58
q have returned" the poet saws.
! Nora confusedly performs the cere.
mony of introduction. Then all
three go into the house; and Mr.,
Scrope passes the evening il a de.
4 jected attitude, his pale cheek rest