The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-02-26


as she did SO caught his eye, curious,
studious OF her; his whole face-he
being unconsciously affected by the
smile ~ all it's stages-on a broad
grin. What a Neutrality-suspicious.,
half-lndignant wonder there was in
her whole face as she encountered
the gaze! He felt it and was enraged
at himself, slouched his hat still
more decidedly, and didn't look
up for many minutes. When atlast,
he ventured to dose, hesaw her book
was laid aside and her face turned to
window, through which came a faint,
red flush from the dying day. Her
profile was exquisite. A small,
straight nose, a full eye with visible,
dark lashes, a small, clearly cut chin.
and such a mouth! He knew it could
''stir with a song like song, and with
silver-corded speeches." There was
a far away, dreamy atmosphere
about her, not sad, or world-wise,
but preoccupied, as though her own
thoughts were sweet and wonderful
to her.
The whistle screamed; tie train
slowly neared the station, and Mr..
Conway prepared to leave.
He glanced back as he reached the
door, and saw the lady was also
passing out the other way; however,
in the hustle and confusion, he failed
to get sight of her again. He went
modify to his hotel. After losing
sight of her, the nervousness about
meeting Cousin Fanny returned He
fancied a thousand ways in which
their meeting might occur, but in all
probability none of these was the des-
tined one. He looked in the glass
studied his attitudes and chances,
but all with no result.
He went to bed and his tired head
swan with the motion of the cars,
and he thought of the lady with
the pretty mouth. Pretty! it
was devine! That full but quies-
cent outline in repose; that mobility
in laughter, graceful and spirited,
but intangible and indefnate, he
would give anything to call up that
glowing scintillation again. 1t was
a rare mouth indeed; it had earnest
repose; it had eager earnestness; it
had scorn in that inperceptible curl;
it had mischiefin that demure apathy;
it had infinite mirth in Que smile,
dreamy usefulness in another. He
fell asleep thinking of Queen Guine-
we're riding on her "cream white
mule,' who looked so lovely as she
swayed,
1.-The rein with dainty finger-tips,
man had given all other bliss,
10 waste his whole heart in one kiss,
Upon those perfect lips.'
In the morning he called on Cousin
Fanny, Mrs. Hurlburt, now a widow.
He found her an invalid, pale, lovely
very cordial and friendly, but with
no apparent remembrance of the
time when he had sworn he couldn't
live without her. She was helping
her little boy with his arithmetic les
son, and Mr.. Conway asked if he was
her only child.
ooh, no; I have three others
Fanny, Henry, Flora. and this little
one, Albert. Fanny came home from
a visit last night, and is late about
rising this morning." Something
about Mrs. Hulburt struck him sud-
denly. Why had he been so obtuse?
The lady with the pretty mouth was
her daughter; there was a wonderful
similarity, Cousin Fanny's daugh-
ter! Poor Mr.. Conway!
He sat quietly looking in Mrs.
Tulburt's face. Why need that face,
trough his whole life have caused
him such pain? Why should it's
type, as it began itself to fade, have
arisen, fresh youthful, even more
beautiful to haunt him? TWAS not
a cruel face, but patient, sweet,
paid; yet his heart ached with the
old pain Of his youth. and sunk
heavily at the new thought that the
wound was to reopen
"Fanny, dear, this is mothers old
friend and cousin, Mr.. Conway" said
Mrs. Hulburt, as the door opened.
Il met the gentleman on the cars,
last night, mamma" answered
Fanny, after some blushing hesita-
ton, yet smiling in spite of her de-
sire to keep sedate.
EYES," said Mr.. Conway, awk-
wardly, IL recognized in you a re-
semblance to your mother, as she
was at your age, and half suspected
the relationship"
In this statement, which we know
was not literally truthful, Mr.. Con-
way had a little selfish object in
view; he had that involuntary smile
to account and apologize for. Bnt
Fanny had really awoke in him the
same feeling of bewitchment as her
mother had once done, a twinge of
unrest which he had not felt at the
sight of a face since. Even an en-
barrassment came over him, which
he, man of the world, seldom felt.
The morning wore away painfully
to him-contemplating his youth in
the patient, white face of Mrs. Hurl-
burt-feeling his years with q new
weight as he glanced at the daughter,
conscious all the while that youth
and years were sadly at conflict
with him.
He staid a few days, and then, as
his business demanded attention,