The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-04-14

lafa" C|-cHffE1 Vane to his old
y SSs5sasy Uncle Reuben Ray
Il { SS mond as they sat IN
% ~ the latter's superb
drawing rooms.
II never will countenance such an
absurd match," growled Mr.. Ray
mond, pouring out himself a. glass OF
Madeira. ''The idea OF marrying
girl who has nothing to recommend
her but the fact that she writes
stories, bah!'
eyes, but Uncle Reuben if Isabel!'-
''There, there. I can't waste time
discussing the subject. You need
neither OF you expect any help from
me-and furthermore, like to take
nap after dinner" and Uncle Ray
mond threw a handkerchief over his
face and proceeded to doze off. Regi-
Maid Vane seeing the hopelessness of
attempting to argue with such an old
tyrant shrugged his shoulders and left
the house.
= II i +
Its no use, Bell" said Reginald,
when he met the girl he loved. Hes
hard as O. stone Just because you
are not like his wife, who could make
butter and patchwork quilts and
raise chickens. You aren't domestic.
You dare to read French and Italian.
You actually write for the news
papers! My dear, we are very
wicked pair, hopelessly abandoned
and depraved, but we must try to
endure our destiny as best we cam"
And so the young couple laughed
and cried in each others arms, and
decide that, after all, the dictum Of a
thousand Uncle Reubens mattered
nothing to them as long as they loved
each other.
And the slow years went by, ripen-
ing the garlands OF their true love, and
scattering more hoar frost on Uncle
Reuben Raymond's head and heart.
''Ten thousand dollars" said Reu-
ben Raymond, distractedly pacing the
floor. "It isn't a large sum-
shouldn't have called it SO in the DAYS
wher l had financial dealings with
half the houses in Europe-but Ican't
find a soul who is willing to save me
from ruin by advancing it for three
short mouths Where are all my
friends? Where is the money mar
ket?"
But bankers friends cool and change
according to the Wall Street thermom-
eter-and the money maker is harder
and ermmer than so much adamant
to the man whose credit is beginning
to tremble and quake in the balance.
"Uncle," said Reginald Vane, II
cont lend you the money myself, be-
cause | haven't got it. But I know OF
a lady who has $4,000 to invest"
"a LADY," said Uncle Reuben, eager
ly. "Well | am prepared to give the
very best security for it. A lady! I
shall be much obliged. Inherited it
from her husband, suppose"
ooh, no." said Reginald, with a
comical twist of the corners of his
mouth, cher husband is poor young
clerk on a limited salary"
"Some rich relation has left it to
her, then"
"No, Uncle Reuben, she earned it all
herseif'
Uncle Reuben looked wistfully at
the Office fire.
"My wife once made hundred dol
lars" said he, by saving and working,
before we were married. But, ten
thousand"--
His voice fell to a. reverential whisp-
er at the very idea.
"My cab is at the door," said he
hurriedIy.
"Business is business, and we've no
time to lose. Be SO good as to take
me to the party at once"
So Reginald Vane conducted the old
man to O. pretty little brick house,
bay-Wlndowed and garlanded with ivy,
and showed him into room where
sat a blooming young matron with
one child in her arms and another
clinging to her skirts.
"Unce Reuben" said he, tthis is nv
wife, my Isabel, whom you have
never SEEM"
ayes, I know" said the old man,
shaking hands uncomfortably with
her, while all the time his eyes were
wandering furtively around the room
in search of some unseen parsonage.
"But-the lady who was to advance
the money, Reginald, you know?"
ut is my wife," said Mr.. Vane, with
a quiet smile. "The money is Isa-
bells" ,a..- 81.
Uncle Rueben recoiled pace or
two. .-... .......
"You are Joking" said he.
"Never was more serious in my life,"
said Mr.. Vane. "Isabels last volume
OF sketches has proved a success-and
she is now anxious to invest $4,000
to the very best advantage"
"And if can be of any assistance
to you,'' added Isabel softly, II shall
be, oh! 50 glad"