The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-03-14

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something else"
"Of course you were," said T.,
proudly. You were thinking of me.
But it would have been the same any
how. You are perfect woman"
Have you known me long enoughP"
eyes, for anything" said l.
even to take five minutes to but
ton a glove for me?"
lit is nearly DONE" said I, nndoing
the second button again. "but I can't
| manage this one. Now if I had a
hairpin I should be the happiest-I
mean should be able to manage it. :"
I'm afraid my hair will come
| down"
II an in favor of risking that" I
| observed.
She gave me hairpin. buttoned
the glove with it and put it in my
| pocket.
my hairpin, please" said she,
holding out her hand.
But am I to get nothing out of
it?" cried Indignantly.
1.-The reward of a good conscience, :"
she suggested.
ut is not enough"
"Oh! but you must give it to me-"
"Well," said l, ''I'll give it to you
when we get there
Get whereof"
"Why, to the Blairs, of course.
How amused they'll be to find that
we've made acquaintance"
But I'm not going to-where is It?
the Blairs."
My face fell little, but recovered
in moment
"Oh, WE'LL" said I, nodding my
head, you live quite near and we
shall often meet. I'm going to stay a
month. I'm not sure now it won't be
two MONTHS"
PPM sure hope you'll enjoy your
self" she said, land find plenty of
gloves to button; but why-the trains
stopping"'
"All right, all right" said I. "We've
another hundred-a whole splendid
UNDERGRADUATES to go. And it's
slow train at that"
mean"
"I'm afraid" I returned, that 1
am being a little hasty, but -''
"Unless I am hasty," she inter.
rupted, with a laugh and blush, 81
shall be carried past my station"
And she folded up her paper and took
hold of her parasol.
You're never going to get out
here!" I cried, aghast. You're not
going even to the same station?"
I'm very sorry, but the next is ms
station
I thought for moment. The plot
was not exactly what I had expected,
but it might do as we'll. And I need
not stand on ceremony with the
Blairs. rose from my seat and took
my bag down from the rack.
"A wire will put it all right" said
I, with a cheerful nod. Its impossi-
bic to leave you stranded alone at
wayside station like this"
But I live here!' she cried, CLEANS
of wonder and fun in her blue eyes.
"There could be no other reason for
getting out at such place." said I
disdainfully.
'And sha'n't be alone" she con-
tinued. IF 1 were-''
"Ah, if you were--!'
ooh, we'll, but sham be. I'm to
be met"
"That's rather mistake" 1 ad,
mitted.
but my husband" said She
For moment said nothing. The
train was nearly at standstill. The
lady looked out of the window.
Its not treating me quite fairly"
observed.
"Yes, there's George" said she. ooh,
you've never given me the hairpin" IN
II never will" said l. in sad deter.
mination.
'Oh, you're very"
But George was at the window I
will not attempt to describe him;
should probably do him an Injustice
The lady bowed to me politely.
George, from outside, can have seen
nothing but slight, graceful, distant
bend of the head 1 saw more; much
more; cleaning eyes, white teeth,
everything in the world And voice
said quite in a whisper:
II wonder if those Blairs are nicew
There was regret, longing, wistful-
ness in that whisper. George was
just outside. I could but hold up my
hairpin with romantic air:
And the lady was gone!
Hang it," said 1 to myself as we
rolled out of the station. cts only
short story, after all!'
But it wasn't a bad one.