The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-08-20
JEANS CONFESSION.

"You lie!''
81 loathe youp'
"And I detest and despise you! I
abhor you!'
Clear and cutting each word of the
dialogue rang out in the fierce tones
OF utter wrath. The two were alone
in a morning room, the silken dra-
peries and luxurious elegance ofwhich
seemed we'll able by their quiet and
soft beauty to move the thoughts of
any occupant to quiet peace. Alas.
how useless! For now the man and
woman stood opposite one another,
each seeming alternately to surpass
the other in the bitter, scathing scorn
OF their hate. The man showed man
]y there in all but the cruel words
that were so rapid from his lips. He
was tail and of majestic form and
features, whose irregularities an
nounced an individuality excessive
just now with eyes blurred by the
magnitude of his Indignation, with
his hair tangled and tossed by the
energetic vibrations othis head which
trembled in sympathy with the agi-
tation of his speech, with his fine face
working with emotion and his form
convulsed by the strength of his pas
sion, he we'll seemed the incarnation
of some good spirit, struggling pow
erless in the overwhelming grasp OF
demon.
The woman was quantity and rare
ly fair, with that superior loneliness
which takes not it's birth in the insip-
id regularity of facial outline, but
is the outcome, rather. of lineal har-
mony graeed by the wonderful, pas
sionate temperament of the soul.
Even now the bitter fires which fam
ed SO pierceingly in her eyes, sudden
ly died. The cold lines about the
ardent mouth softened, the tense
hauteur of the little form relaxed,
and with a half-sob she stretched out
her hands towards the man and cri-
ed:
"Reece!''
But the appealing hand laid upon
the mans arm was harshly shaken
off and he rushed from the room.
Lett alone, the woman abandoned
herself to despair. HE DO longer
loves me!7 she walled. Then she
sank upon her knees beside the fau-
teuil and gave vent to her agony in q
storm of sobs, which racked her as
in the throes of mortal pain, until,
finally the strength Of her suffering
brought Inconsistencies, and she
lay huddled in a dismal heap upon
the carpet. But the last words ol
her lament were: "And l love him
sop
"Polly, my duck, you are real,
genuine angel"
"Ah, go along with your blather.
ing, Sam"
That Sam did 60 along with his
blathering was evident from the
- sound of a smack, the honest har.
mony ofwhich gave sweet JOY to the
fair Mistress Polly's maiden bosom
After this matutinal delectation
Mr.. Samuel Gubbs went cheerily
whistling about his duties. After
a time he came to q corner of the
house where the mounting rays O.
the April sun cast a pleasant glow
sheltered from the rudeness of the
spring winds, where he lighted his
pipe and gave himself up to choice
reflections, in which the fair uppe,
maid of his masters household play
ed no inconsiderable part Then, BY
a natural sequesce of ideas, from the
contemplation ofhis own supposititi
Gus Joys of the future, he came tc
reflection upon the martial relations
between his master and the fair bride
brought home a year before. and Mr.
Gubbs' brow knitted ominously anc
repeatedly. "Taint him, nor her
faint nutherp'
Then on a sudden Mr.. Gubbs
slapped his thigh and satisfi &
look overspread and extinguishec
the perplexity of his expression
He slapped his thigh again with ever
greater. violence, and CALCULATED:
Its the devil!''
After little Mr.. Gubbs rose anl
sauntered lazily away. Soon he re
turned and resumed his place ane
nominations, which later included
tobacco.
master sleeps accommodate this
morning. he said. Then, after an
other interval, as Poll had brought
him no word OF his summons las sh,
had promised if the masters bel
should ring), ne became uneasy les1
she had forgotten, and making som,