The Princeton union., 1891-01-29
at her weeping g friend.

at her weeping friend.
Don't cry SO, Anna darling. If will
soon be over"
Ye gods! Here was coolness for Won,
But tho tender one, far from SEEMING
comforted, only bowed her head still
lower, while she ceased to sob.
At last the moonlight waned. A pale.
slckly flush rose over the face of the
east, and as we reached the crest of the
next hill the day broke. ....-.... ..~-
Tom turned two OR three times in the
next mile and glanced upeasilv at the
still, bent figure beside me. II seemed
to me he took very unnecessary in
terest IN that young persons CRYING,
Perhaps, however, her evident relnc-
tance to aid in his disgraceful proceed
ing raised remorse in his bosom Sill
l rather respected the White Mouse for
her sympathy in her friend 8 unwomanlv
position, and as we passed the next
heavy shadow Of trees I tried nv hand
at consolation. STOPPING toward her
said very gently:
'Pray be comforted. A foolish girl
WILL throw herself away sooner or later.
you know. Believe me, if my opinion is
OF any value to you, 1 feel that none of
inc s1n' little OF the folly, Of today is at
your door. [ know you were entrapped
into 1t; know you wouldn't do it if
you could help YOURSELF
The others had failed, but was sue
cessful. The weeping White Mouse
stared at me moment, Strengthened
herself up and the same flash she had
left ms with the night before came into
her eyes. Then she dried them, stuffed
handkerchief and hands into her muff
and looked dead at the grays ears.
At first I hardly understood that look,
then l was fully satisfied. She really
did love me then, after all, and my ire
at the perfidy of the pair before us woke
sympathetic flash in her. said moth
ing now. felt she would be comforted
by the commendation of the man she
loved SO strangely.
up the steep we ratified, and straight
ahead OF us at the base Of the winding
hill stood a little country church. it's
graceful spire and old time moldings
standing out in clear cut silhouette
against the white clad hill behind it.
Ion Strengthened himself up, pointed to
the church with his whip and then
without a word let it fall on the sorrel's
tanks. The steaming horses answered
with rush down the hill, whirled us
past the white rallied church yard and
drew up at the door Of the old parson-
age, lying almost within it. AS we
stopped the sleigh bells shook out
merry marriage chime that called a gen
tleman into the porch. He was a. tall.
handsome old man, with forest of gray
beard framing a ruddy face, and a
sparkle in his clear eye that showed him
not all saint.
You are prompt as welcome, my
dear children,' he said, as he lifted Miss
Blythe from the sleigh and bent down
to kiss her forehead. 'All is ready,
Tom. I got your letter and the license
just IN time, and your courier's zeal was
proven by the foam that covered his
horse"
lit was a tough ride over country
from the Bulls Eye,'' Miss Bette chirped
out with perfect conlposure, while the
still silent Tom helped the blonde to
allght, ''and you may be sure we man
aged it in hurry, Mr.. Lindsay. I had
to make frightful love to the old clerk
almost kiss him-before I could get the
paper.
And Miss Bette actually laughed
softly while the wicked black eyes
rested for single second upon my own.
was absolutely struck dumb-motion-
less-with one leg over the scraper and
one to the knee in a snow drift. The
coolness OF that young woman paralyzed
me. The old gentleman laughed.
"You are a woman of business, Bet"
he said.
Woman Of business Did ever bride
before run away with lieutenant of
Boo1nerangs and then boast her prowess
to the parson? Woman of brass, he
meant But he only added:
1.-The paper is a little irregular after
all, but I'll make it do. There's nothing
[ wouldn't do for the daughter of my
dear old friend"
PhDbus and Cupid! He'd even help
her to an elopement with penniless
boy! Some brilliant reflections upon
the corruption of the church popped into
my mind, but before I could frame them
into portable shape they We're cut off by
the clear, sharp voice Of that inscrutable
bride elect:
''And this, of course, is Miss Bolton,
and this our first and only groomsman."
So was I introduced to the Rev. DR..
Lindsay.
shook hands very mistily and uttered
something unintelligible. Then before
the awkward boy from the rectory
stables had persuaded himself to take
the horses heads in charge the doctors
wife appeared on the steps in the neatest
of morning toilets. She kissed Tom
and the girls with the most motherly
empressement.
Il have heard of you from Bette" she
said pointedly to- me, and then glanced
at that wicked young person.
Once more the dark eyes flashed into
mine for a second, and they so magne-
tized me that I could scarce resist knock
ing the head that contained them against
that of the rector's wife. By a huge
effort, however, I mastered the impulse
and left that lady free to say:
| ''Do take q cup of coffee, nv dears. Tt