The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-07-04
L1SETTE'S MISTAKE.
BY Helen Forest Graves.

"Of course I shall not marry him"
said Lisette Norman, haughtily.
Lisette, was just the. kind of girl
upon whom a hauteur sits with not
unbecoming grace; tall, well develop
ed, and featured like a Greek statue.
Ernestine Grey, blue-eyed and soft
voiced, was as unlike her as possible,
as she sat there her delicate cheeks
blushed and her hestless fingers work
ing nervously at the fringe Of her
scarlet cashmere shawl. a. - =, X. y
i But But why not, Lisette?' she asked,
timidly. HE is noble, refined, we'll
educated-all that a man should be
in this exacting age Of the world
In short, laughed Lisette, mockingly,
!" is a perfect gentleman. Why don't
you say SO, Ernestine, and IT.: done
with it. I do believe you're in love
with Henry March YOURSELF
Ernestine's face grew scarlet as her
shawl.
II respect and admire him, I1isette,'
she said; "a woman may do that with
reference to any man.
$50 do I respect and admire him. ~
laughed Lisette, mockingly.
'"Then why do you refuse him?''
"ErneStine," said LiSette, proudly,
"do you think I would marry a car
penter? Are you mad enough to i'm
agine for single instant that would
become the wife of a common me-
chanic? No, indeed When 1 marry, it
will be to elevate myself in the social
scale, not to sink into the plebeian
herd'
'Lisette," pleaded Ernestlne- II
think you are wrong 1t is the man
you marry, not his social position or
rank"
''They can hardly be dissociated'
But, Lisette," went on Ernestine,
q have not given credence to the re-
port up to this time, but people say
you are receiving the addresses of Mr..
St. Armand
well, and supposing that am;
what then?'
"Oh, Lisette, he is bold, bad man..
Nonsense, child; he's no worse than
other people, said Lisette, sharply.
"He drinks, and he CANDLES. know
1t, for have brothers."
EVERY one takes a social glass now
a-days, and as for gambling, why I've
none of the stiff, starched New Eng
lands prejudices against an occasional
game Of cards. He Is younger son
Of the st. Armands of Worcestershire
in England-Sir Grey st. Armand's
younger son; and if his elder brother.
Leon st. Armand, should die, Hubert
succeeds to the property; and'' she
added, with conscious smile, and a
cE rht Il
on her cheek, II shall be Lady st. Ar
mand. of Armand's Hope"
"Iisette, has it gone so far as that?"
GAS what, you tiresome little lectur-
er?' -
"Are you really engaged to that SIN
isterfaced man?''
murely.
''Then it is of no use for me to argue
further with you"
"Of no use in the world. MY mind
Is fully made up on the subject, and
no amount of argument will move me.
/ have some ambition in the world"
Ernestine Grey went home, sad and
thoughtful. True, she had seen but
little Of Hubert St. Armand, but that
little she disliked with almost instinc-
tive antipathy, and the idea of her
lovely, willful friend casting her lot
with his dark fate was repulsive to
her in the highest degree.
She was sitting alone at her sewing
When. Harry March was announced
the young carpenter whom Lisette Nor
man regarded with such inveterate
sc0rn. It -
He was tall and handsomeI with
face Whose frank, pleasant expression
seemed IN itself letter Of introduc-
ton to the world around him,