The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-11-19

me. You ought to marry q practical
man, some one to steady you, not a
poeury-writing fellow OF the same
kind
Aurore made one ofher faint, lazy
protests.
Cecil works, maman; he keeps up
the old place nicely. 1t is only in
leisure hours that he writes poetry
and plays on the violin.''
"Well it stands to reason" Miss
Maria went on, 'that if he spends
any time in the twenty -four doing
such things as that, he must think OF
them the rest OF the day. At any
rate, | feel that l did perfectly right
to forbid him to come here. When
you are twenty-five you can do as
you please, but till then / must do
what is my duty. #
81 shall be an old woman at twenty
five Aurore said languidly. "We
are not like you Northerners. But
we will not discuss the matter, mann
an. What is to be will be, and l for
one am content to let things drift, l
have said nothing to you about your
putting poor Cecil out Of doors; but
it was hard-hearted and not very
reasonable"
Miss Maria turned away. The
thoughts under her auburn curls,
dressed in an old-fashioned manner
and streaked with gray, were not
happy ones. She was endeavoring to
perform certain quite abn ormal duties
at the instigation OF the Puritan
conscience, backed up by her Puritan
obstinacy. ~. .,.:,.. $751;.
Cecil Nettoyer was precisely the ge-
nus OF young man abhorrent to her
soul. His warm, almost caressing,
manner, his love Of music, his pictur
esque dress, all represented to her a
combination OF weakness and wicked
ness. She could not and would not
see that he had practical purpose I'M
der all this ornament, and refused to
give him the credit for his profitably
managed plantation. 1870.
'"Tho place runs ITSELF" she was
wont to observe, unwilling to feel that,
though he played Chopin in the even
ing, his knowledge OF sugar planting
was in no way lessoned by his knowl-
edge OF music. He pleaded guilty to
reading Daudet through many morn
ing hour on his front veranda; but no
man upon the Mississippi was better
served than Cecil Nettoyer, OF had
more perfectly the grasp OF his own
affairs. .,N 80.
He had a co1nplacent philosophy Of
his own, and the sense Of humor gen
orally observed in men Of strong will
power.
Gail things come to those who wait, !"
he was won't to observe to himself,
''even Miss Maria"
Tildie was gathering blackberries by
the fence which separated their plan
tation from Nett oyer's. Her basket
was partly full, her yellow sunbonnet
hung on a neighboring bramble, and
each Individual braid had assumed the
strictly perpendicular.
Presently her name was called, and
MIR. Nettoyer's countenance appeared
on the other side of the fence. Now
this young man was q weakness of
Tildie's. He was her sole embodiment
Of the hero OF romance, although she
did not in good truth know that there
was such an article anywhere. Human
nature, even when it happens to be COT
fee-colored, Graves instinctively for the
IDEAL
II am going away to Memphis on
the z o'clock boat, Tlldie," Cecil said.
II would like to see Miss Aurore and
tell her goodby. What will she be do
ing from 8 o'clock until 81"
Tildie reflected.
| "Miss Mira, she been a-mekin' her
read to her pretty reg'ler fer the las
two weeks"
Cecil saw that the case was hopeless.
The expression on his face touched
| Tildie. The African cunning and the
Causasian admiration stirred within
| her. .--' ..-
"Lemme think. Mr.. Cecil, Her NAV
are powerful mean to- Miss Aurore
bout you. Thar amt no sense in it.
I done say 80 to Miss Mira mo- times
than one Mr.. Cecil Nettoyer he amt
no lazy man; he puts the right value
on hisself. There amt no niger that
dares ter play off on him, and he don't
have no fooling round him"
"What does she say?" Mr.. Nettoyel
| queried, with an amused smile.
ooh, she tell me ter tend O my owr
business, but Miss Mira do lissen tel
me. She low l kin please her BETTER
anybody on de place.
"Well, goodby, Tildie," he said turn
ing away, but she called him back.
"Mr. Cecil" she exclaimed, "you
come round ter our house this after
noon. Come about 4 o clock, walkin
kinder easy and natural-like round tc
the little gallery in the east side
where Miss Aurore sits in tn after
moons. [ gwine tend to Miss Mira
"Why, Tildie," he asked, "what
would you do? You'd have to Kill
! Miss Maria to get her off guard"
'sBless yo' soul, Mr.. Cecil, Iwouldn't
hurt hair of Miss M ria's head. She
are awful good ter me, Miss Mira are
She are q 'sot in her mind pusson
but she dom. mean no harm to no.
body. She worry over Miss Aurore
| like a ole hen with one duck"
/ Then Tildie rose to height of met.
aphor which astonished her auditor
and herself.
eyes, Marse Cecil, she worry like 8
ole hen with one duck, and you is the
water. Miss Aurore she gwine go like