The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-10-29
won BY ART.

When Jack Ashley, the gifted but
struggling young New England artist,
expect to fall in love. f.
But he did. s
The first time he saw pretty Alice
Holley, with her soft, deep, dreamy
eyes, sweet face and modest, simple
ways, he admired her and told his
friend, Ned Moorland, so. Moorland
introduced the pair, and the admira-
ton seemed mutual. Jack asked Miss
Holley's permission to call upon her
and she readily granted his request.
Ashley felt elated.
Don't you think I've made a good
impression on her, Ned?" he asked that
evening as they sat smoking in their
lodgings.
Moorland smiled. He had known
Miss Holley from her girlhood. Be-
sides, he was ten years older than Ash
ley.
well, o two do seem to be getting
acquainted rather easily" he replied,
with a slight laugh, as he blew the
rsmoke-wreaths into the air and gazed
almost tauntingly at the earnest face
of his handsome friend. 81 thought
o didn't like southern girls" he
added.
Don't be a crab, Ned" was Ash
ley's reply. "Wise men, you know,
change their minds-when sufficient
evidence is Produced"
us the evidence conclusive in this
case, them" asked the triumphant
Moorland.
"You are posing as the Judge, not
T. said Ashley.
The two relapsed into silence, CIV
lcC their minds to more serious
~t"orghts. Moorland, the southerner,
vas rejecting upon the happy days he
30 spent on his fathers old planta-
ton. a part of which comprised the lit
Al village in which he now lived, in
tie food old days before the war"
Isfl"E. on the other hand, was in
t0~lr planning out schemes for sue
'ccs~ in his profession, mapping out
rc"sble roads by which he hoped to
fr'vel through the present trials to fu-
tUre triumph. To be sure, he had $500
a year in rentals from a small Boston
property left him by a deceased aunt
a"a the interest on a few hundred dol
lars left him by his father. Besides,
he was something of a writer and
earned an odd penny now and then as
a newspaper correspondent. Then oc-
~ccI:1nally he sold one of his pictures.
F." the thing for which his heart really
r"":ned, the ambition of his life,
IL ny it as he would, was success and
{ =" as an artist; success which would
t"l7g him financial independence; sue
cess that would set him free from the
rto"otonous grind of newspaper toll:
fare that would make his nam re-
I7c:lEcred among men, He wanted to
10y a pretty little, dove-white cot
--"". nestled upon some sunny hillside,
with the birds singing around and the
vines climbing over the porch and the
lowers shedding their delicious fra
GRANGE everywhere. Then, too, he add
I'd to this mental picture-for Jack was
nearing ga charming woman, here
(cfcre a creature of his own imagina-
ton, who should preside over the home
with dignity and grace. Now, how
ever, despite all Jacks efforts to the
contrary, this fascinating fairy was
4~lndeniably Transforming herself into
4 remarkable resemblance to dainty
Alice Holley.
II say, jack" said Moorland, awak-
ening from his trance, why don't you
Try for that $4,000 prize at the inter-
state art exhibit this year,"
II am thinking of doing So" Ashley
replied, as the awful thought of the
cold cash which stood between him and
the realization of his dreams dawned
upon him. II was thinking of it," he
repeated, "but I can't decide upon a
proper subject"
Induce Miss Holley to sit for you"
suggested Moorland, smiling, and call