The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-11-16
LYNUA'S STRATEGY.

MaDelle, come mere Qulck.' calleu
tosy-cheeked Lynda Maye, as she
peeped between the curtains of her
boudoir window.
Mabelle Lasell rose languidly from a
low couch drawn up before the cozy,
cracking, open fire and, stretching her
lovely arms above her head, yawned de-
liciously.
"Oh, you lazy wretch! Now he is
gone
He. Who? Why did you not tell
me it was Il man? I should have trip
ped all over myself in my anxiety to
see even the back of his head. Men are
great scarcity in this benighted re-
gion."
"Well, this was the very handsomest
man you ever saw
"Whew!' whistled Mabelle, skepti-
cally. Remember, have seen large
number, ma cherie.'
''But, Mabelle, it is a fact. He was
like a young god, tall and straight as an
arrow; and his eyes! Oh, Belle, he
gave me one penetrating look, and it
sent thrill to my innermost heart.
Who can he be?'
well, as you are never likely to
know, would advise you to come and
make me some tea. Here is Marie with
the tray
II mean to marry that man." asserted
spoiled Lynda, as she gently shook a
silver tea ball in the fragile, china cup
of steaming water.
II dare say" answered Mabelle, alb
sently, nibbling daintily on morsel Of
spicy, preserved ginger. "You usually
gain your own way in everything. Two
big Jumps, please
This last as Lynda poised a pair Of
glistening silver tongs questioningly
above the sugar basin.
do you believe in fate, Belle, dear?"
Lynda asked, rising and 1inging herself
PROSTATE on the tiger-skin rug spread
in front of the bijou CRATE, where the
rosy reflection from the blazing flames
tinted her face with beautiful glow of
hopeful happiness.
Il suppose so. I'm sure I don't
know" answered Belle. What a queer
girl you are, to be sure, Lynda. Are
you going to wear your pink frock to
dinner this EVENING""
''F'rocks, frocks, you are always think
ing of wearing apparel" and Lynda
pettishly sprung to her feet and moved
restlessly about the apartment.
And a very interesting subject it is,
too," returned Mabelle, contentedly SIP
ping her fragrant tea, and cuddling
cozily into the comfortable depths of
her big lounging-chair:
A slam of the door after Lynda's re-
treating figure was the only response
she received, and with a low, musical
laugh of amusement she closed her
eyes and prepared to dream of Guy.
what an impulsive little puss Lynda
isl she thought. II wonder what Guy
would think Of her, dear old fellow!'
Five o'clock the next afternoon found
Lynda again stationed at her boudoi1
window, but this time in a jaunty seal.
skin, and a natty walking-hat. She was
alone, too, for Mabelle had gone out
calling, much to Lynda's secret exulta.
ton. Not that the little fairy was in.
hospitable She dearly loved her old
school friend and enjoyed having Ma.
belle visit her, but the calm, cool care
lessness Of her chum rather grated
just at this time upon Lynda's impuls
i've, romantic nature. The sight of the
handsome stranger, who had looked
with such utter admiration into hel
eyes the day previous, had left a deer
impression on Lynda's young, passion
ate loving heart, and it was with the
utmost Impotence that she waited his
appearance again that afternoon.
What if she should never see hin
again?" ~
Lynda stirred restlessly. The mere
thought was insupportable.
Fate could not be so cruel. All"
And breathlessly she drew back
glided swiftly down the wide stairs
and passed noiselessly out Of the house
Guy Dalton glanced up at the magic
window. where. the day before, he ha(
seen what he thought the most beauti
full face in the world, but with {
sigh Of unutterable disappointment h,
passed slowly on, for the window wa!
as empty and as aristocratically re
pellant in appearance as any of it
neighbors.
''Shan I never see her again. h,
thought as he strobe onward "Ah, no
fate cannot be so cruel, for adore he
already, the dainty beauty"
When Lynda reached the pavement
Guy was half a block ahead Of her
and she was obliged to walk briskly il