The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-08-04
ter Dick.s study were deepening and

inG "ifa boy asks to see me tonight,
show him in here.
Eat last she cometn, as the door
bell peals loudly.
"a young lad wishes to see you,
sir, announced Thomas.
The young lad" enters.
Good evening, SIR
Good evening, my boy" with q
slight emphasis on the boy. els there
anything can do for you?"
Eyes sir, please, a. young lady sent
me to ask il You would please give her
some roses for the festival tomorrow
night" Thelad's voice trembled per-
ceptibly, and the truth is he would
have given all he possessed if he was
safely out in the open air, and a pair
ofpiercing, quizzical eyes were not fast
ened so steadily on his dusty face.
And did he imagine or did he really
discern 81 shadow OF q smile quivering
over that dark, handsome face.
'When ] was a little boy" says the
master OF, the Grange, fitting back
coolly in his chair and elevating his
feet, my mother taught me to take
of my hat when entering house"
Mr.. Tremaine had the satisfaction
OF seeing the small face dyed scarlet. Z
Quickly q small hand is raised as
though to remove the hat and as
quickly falls.
If you please-sir, l haven't got
any mother" .
Poor boy" compassio nately,
what is your name?"
':My name?" in frightened. voice,
II haven't got-oh. Petey-Petey
Green, sir' desperately.
"Well, Petey," said the master Of
the Grange, in rather q sutfocating
voice, you would like to have some
roses would you? Very we'll; followme."
ooh dear-oh dear!' groans Petey,
inwardly, II wocld give ten millions if
l never had been born"
care these the roses, Petey?" asked
Mr.. Dick.
II don't know, sir. I guess the
young ladies may come after 'em, sir.
l guess I'll CO."
"No, Petey, you may as well wait
for them; I'll have them ready in a
minute, besides the girls would laugh
at you if you went back without
them,' in q peculiar voice.
OF course 1T is by accident, but as
Mr.. Tremaine turns, his arm brushes
against Petey's cap, ard Petey's cap
falls to the ground.
'With low, .agonized "oh' Petey
puts both dirty little hands to his
head. 1t is no use. A profusion OF
long, yellow curls tumble around his
shoulders and very much give Petey
Athe appearance OF girl.
"Why, Petey." exclaimed Master
Dick. his dark. stern face the picture
OF surprise, "what beautiful curls you
have-iust like a girl.'
Every drop of blood in Mamie's
body rushed to her face. She tries to
look Indifferent, but her face is so hot
that it forcss the mortified tears down
her cheeks.
"Oh. you great, Zig disagreeable
man, / hate you'll
To save her life. Mamie cannot keep
the hot passionate words back, for
he stands regarding her silently, a
tantalizing smile curving the lips
which the immense black mustache
does not entirely hide.
"There, now, / am sure you are a
girl"
Poor Mamie's modification is too
deep to heed the remark.
Throwing herself on rustic bench,
she gives vent to her modification in
a flood Of tears.
MIR. Tremaine now begins to think
that probably he went too far. That
the girl is nearly crazed with shame he
can plainly see.
Come. Miss -Petey, do not cry
The hated name only augments her
misery =
Miss Mamie" nsing the right name
this time, '.you really distress RE. If
you say nothing about this little cpl
sode, l am sure Inever shall Lover
heard you planning it this afternoon,
and could not forego the temptation
OF confusing you a little. Really, / did
not think you would take it so to
heart, or would not have unmasked
you"
"Did not think Iwould take it SO
to heart! You must think am in the
habit of going around in-in-boy's
clothes!" flashed Mamie, raising q
pair OF swimming blue eyes wrathfully
to his dark grave ones.
"lndeed, no, Miss Mamie, I did not
mean to imply anything. Besides, I'll
never know you when you get petit
coats on, there will be such change"
he said consolingly.
II never thought of that" q. reliev.
ed look coming into the blue eyes.
"But oh dear, oh. dear! I'll never,
never get over it,"
With bound she reaches the door
and dashes along the corridor, which
leads from the conservatory to the
main hall.
In another minute the cool air is
blowing on her scorching hot face.
"Did you get themH' three low
voices inquire, as she tears no to them.
With another burst OF tears, Mamie
tells her friends all.
Bitter are the denunciations hurled
, at Dick Tremaine's dark head.
The next night the festival was at
its height and pretty Mamie Burton,
in a crisp, white muslin and blue sash,
was busily engaged in tying up candy,
when a light touch on her arm start
led her. ly. sd 5.. ... 1
Here, miss handing her q beauti.
ful bouquet OF roses. ~ was to hand
these toyou." ,8
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