The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-02-11

courts OF the llGtle god. But he
loved the society Of woman, the lisp
oflittle girls and their Lardonable
foibles.
Ethel Dane loved him from the
first. He seemed her beau-ideal of a
lover, and into her alteration she
threw the wealth Of her passionate
voluptuousness of her heart She
was happy in the thought that he
smiled on none but her, until she dis
covered tnnt his name was often on
the lips of Georgina Granville, a girl
whose father owned a small estate on
the Boyleston side ofthe chasm. The
discovery irritated her. She watch
ed, and heard more, and her jealous
ly magnitied molehills a thousand
diameters.
II won him first!' she was won't to
exclaim when alone. "Georgina
Granville shall never wear them!
What I cannot wear l will destroys"
Frank Hazel had often leaned over
Ellesmere Crags and plucked ferns
and flowers for the impassioned
beauty's hair. She encouraged him
in this: it recalled the days Of chival-
~. of which she was extremely fond;
and he, fearless to q fault almost, de-.
lighted to win the green and scarlet
gems. One day while wandering
alone along the Boyleston side Of the
cliffs, the young student discovered
a wondrously magnificent flower
that peeped from acleft in the rocks
perhaps twenty feet below the settee
| have mentioned
He FASTENED across the chasm and
examined the flower 1t seemed at
first a genuine tiger lily, but while it
belonged to the lily family it could
not bear that particular name.
1t was as large as his hand and
grew upon the end Of a rich emerald
stem. Its six spreading, somewhat
crisp parts Or leaves were rolled back
at points, and it's ivory-white skin
was thickly studded with scarlet
points or studs. To enhance these
beauties, in the middle of each of the
six parts a broad stripe oflight satin
yellow gradually lost itself in the
delicacy of the ivory skin. The light
that fell upon it was directly from
above, and the beautiful stripes &C
quired the appearance of gentle
steamlets of Australian gold.
Our hero could not touch the flow
er; but when he described it's beauties
to Ethel Dane, and heard her wish to
possess it, he resolved that he would
rob the rock and please her.
He came to Dane house on the
evening that witnesses the opening of
our story, prepared to secure the
matchless specimen of botany. He
carried u strong rope beneath his
coat, and after satisfying himself
that the rock still guarded the prize
he began to prepare for the under
taking.
Ethel watched him make loop at
one end of the rope, with something
like CLEAN of revenge in her dark
eye, and when he dashed the cords to
a young tree that stood near the
edge of the Cliff, she said, Crank,
the rope might break!' HISS :,
"Break? No, Ethel, it would hang
a giant!' he said, smiling. "You
will put on my gloves and let me
down slowly. lean ascend you know
without assistance"
She put on the almost wOmanish
gauntlets he extended. and he drop
bed the loop over the cliff: Then,
putting his neither limbs over he
found the rope and put his foot into
the moose.
"Now, down we go, Ethel!' he said,
looking up and smiling. Keep the
rope tight and let it slip through
your hand slowly!'
She was very strong for girl of
her years and she held the rope as he
had directed.
Hisshoulders disappeared below the
edge OF the precipice-then his face.
on which anticipated triumph sat en-
throned.
The cord slipped slowly through her
gloved hand, and at last she stepped
aside, for the lashings about the tree
now held him up.
She crept near the brink of the dizzy
height and listened for a sound from
the man below. A slight swaying of
the rope that rested on the rock told
her that he was swinging himself in
ward toward the flower, and she
watched his movement with the eve
OF the basilisk.
Gradually the movement ceas ed
"Etl'el?' came up from below.
"What Frank?"
Il have got the fower!"
"Bravo!' she answered him. and
then rose, pale as ashes.
81 will do it now!" she said under
her breath, glancing up at cloud
rapidly nearing the moon. "Geor-
gina Grenville, you have won him,
you shall never wear them! You have
stolen him from me; this evening l
steal him from you'' .
Her eyes now flashed With anger
acd her bosom rose and fell tumul-
tuously with passion.
The renewed oscillation of the rope
told her that he was ascending. and,
springing towards the tree, she drew
a knife. 1t was a beautiful, ivory
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