The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1898-07-07

rection a moment. until Lucille laugh
1 ing, said something, and, as IL BY one
impulse, they wheeled with the grace
OF startled deer and went toward the
marquee.
Il wish I could do that!'' said mad
anne, referring to the gesture of one
who had passed her slim arm across
her back and had caught the other at
the bend of the elbow.
! You can afford to say So" 1 OBJ
served.
"A Frenchman would have done bet
ter" she remarked
But l am English, you know I re-
Piled. "Veracity is the badge of all
our tribe. We rarely taste the high
JOY OF being truthful and compliment
airy at the same time"
But you thrive well on the priva-
tlon,' she laughed, rising Nov take
me to the show" and she slipped her
arm within mine. you really ought
10 think of getting married." she con-
tlnued. marriage supplies a raison
d'etre. Did you ever map out ca
reer?"
frequently I replied, ''but always
tailed at reducing the plan of my i'm
aglnatlon to the scale Of my brains"
A common fault" observed mad
anne; but wife would show you
now. A good wife is''-she paused as
| If listening. s.. ......
! "A crown to her husband" said I,
wishing to keep the ball rolling.
madame raised her finger and drew
me into the shadow of the cIematis.
Approaching footsteps sounded on the
gravel. A moment later Chedderstow
and Nine. de Bellevil1e appeared. His
arm was round her, his iron gray head
oent toward her own, still black as
midnight. They passed slowly, utterly
ool1Vlous of our presence; nor did my
companion move until they had disap-
peared beyond noble specimen of
glastonbury thorn masking another
path.
The first chapter in mfddle-aged
| romance" said l. 20, Wouanr1
The last, if you please replied
madame; "a suivre was written near
~ twenty-seven years ago by that
great shuffler of destinies, circum-
stance, and now it will run on smooth
ly to the end
Then, you mean to say"
Madame lifted her graceful shou,d-
ers. did you ever read La Proven
cafe'?" she asked.
1 skinned through it once" said I,
| impatiently.
Then, peruse it again." continued
madame, "but substitute for the he
rome an English girl. When she was
10 her family sold her in the usual way
| to Major de Belleville. He spent her
money as we'll as his own and took
himself off on active service tn Africa
news OF his death in Egypt reached
her year later. She returned to Eng
lano and married our host, who had
known her in childhood They were
happy one year and a son was born.
well, OF course, the superfluous Belle
Vile was rot dead. He reappeared
| presently, unchanged and unchange-
able-she went back to him: it was
| her duty. Monsieur married again. his
ii1 u sing I'LL, you can guess the
rest. They tried the thorny track of
honor. and-well, you see it sometimes
leads to happiness, even here"
| RATHER melodramatic, I observed.
! 'What else is life?" asked madame.
And rather late in the day, too"
BAH" cried the vivacious little Ia
dy, pressing my arm, what of that?
Are we sure of moment? God knows
what an ugly world we make of this,
but OIL what a sorry world it would
be If love were only for the young!"
| Nevertheless, it might be more COM
Portable could the heart grow gray
with the head" said I, remembering
the two gray hairs I had found on my
left temple that morning.
Madame laughed gayly, twirling her
parasol Shame on you." she cried.
do you forget your own English pro-
verb, kissing is out of season when
the gorse is out of bloom?'''>
And as We were just then turning
the corner Of the lily-bordered walk
leading to the marquee could not an
swer Observation-Disclosures Buckley in
Black and White.