The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-07-02

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place like a criminal in prison, while
all the world-my worlds enjoying
/ itself"
But regret was useless. She had
trihed with her own life and health,
until outraged nature cried out in pro
test, and now she must suffer the con-
sequences.
After time Farmer Grey and his
good WHETHER days work done
came out upon the veranda and seat
ed themselves to enjoy theevening air.
Directly afterward the gate-latch click
ed, and Ethel turning involuntarily,
saw tall, tine-looking young man
coming slowly up the walk which led
to the house.
"Why" exclaimed Mr.. Grey, with a
broad smile OF welcome illuminating
his red face, "it's Mr.. Erie - Jack
Erie, our new neighbor! Owns the
farm that lies on the hillside yonder,
Miss Huntley. A newcomer, and, |
suppose, like Horace Greeley and
Henry Ward Beecher, a book farmer
but he is doing very we'll with crops,
and seems willing to learn all that
there is to be learned. Isn't he fine
looking?' -.
One swift glance, and Miss Huntley
turned aside. s...#-
"Tolerably-fora man of his class, "
she returned, coldly forgetting that
she was addressing a man of the same
class as the despised Mr.. Erie;
And by this time the newcomer
had reached the veranda, was speedi-
ly presented to Miss Huntley, and
warmly greeted by Mrs. Grey. He
removed his straw hat and sank into
| the nearest seat. Then the CONVERSE
ton launched at once into various
methods of farming, the relative val
lie OF fertilizers-all the pet schemes
so dear to the heart of the real farmer
who sees in the broad acres around
him the future prosperity. ....
~ will slip away DIRECTLY" thought
Ethel "and no one will miss me-"
But she did not slip away. The con-
versation changed to books and au-
thors. Mr.. Erie addressed himself to
Ethel and she was astonished to find
the depth ofhis knowledge and culture.
She soon discovered that she was
learning from him many items OF in
terest in regard to authors, artists,
and scientific men. Ten o'clock struck
from the old moon-faced clock in the
hall, and Erie arose to 60. Ethel was
ashamed to think how rapidly the
evening had passed.
MAY I call in tomorrow evening,
Miss Huntley?" he asked, deferential-
ly. Il have some books that would
like to bring YOU
She made some light reply, which he
construed into consent. The next
evening found him there, and the next
and the next; until it became quite
the thing for Jack Erie to appear
every evening upon the vine-covered
veranda. And then one day letter
arrived from Mrs. Huntley., She had
met Mr.. Roy Efingham in the city, to
which he had returned, looking so we'll
and so handsome. And he had come
to ask Ethels hand in marriage
"He referred to your old affair with
him, Ethel, wrote the doting mother,
"and said that hehad never forgotten
you. He will be here to meet you when
you come home; and, oh! how trust
that you will soon return. Think how
much depends upon your marrying
this mani For our income is SMALL
you know, and Roy Ethngham will
make you a queen in society,""
And when she had read this letter,
Ethel Huntley awoke to the truth.
She must 60 home and marry Roy Ell
tingham and be millionaire's bride.
Yet she had learned to love Jack Erie,
the poor farmer.
She was sitting on the river-bank
thinking it all over, and there Jack
Erie found her. He threw himself
down upon the grass at her side She
turned her face away, but he auda-
clously possessed himself of her hand.
"Ethel-Miss Huntley," he began at
once. II have been away from Pen
field for a few days, and I had hoped
that you would be glad to see me when
l returned"
She lifted her eyes to his face with a
swift glance: They fell before his
eager, impassioned gaze.
81 am going home" she murmured,
family. 81 have letter from NAM
ma, II am going to be married, Mr..
Erie" -. 81.
He started up with a bitter cry.
"Going to be married? Oh, no, nor'
he painted. "Ethel, Hove you'll love
you! 1t is the hope of my heart to
make you my wife!''
Her gray eyes flashed him look OF
scorn.
II could never marry poor farmer
and live in the country!" she said,
haughtily. ~ am going to marry
Mr.: Roy Effingham, a millionaire
He leaned against tree, his dark
eyes fixed upon her pale, calm face.
"You are going to marry q million
alre?' he repeated, slowly "Ethel
Huntley, you love mel"
She bowed her head in confusion.
"l-lcannot help it" she murmured;
81 must have wealth. I do not care
for Dillingham;, OF course, but I shall
be his wife"
"You will never be his wife! Miss
Huntley, am saved from a fearful
fate! l am Roy dillingham;! knowing
that you would not recognize me,
took this method OF proving your
truth. l find you hard, untruthful
| mercenarv T cama tn tho oonp+r,