The Princeton union., 1898-10-27

! couldn't let you go quite away
without saying good-by again, Z she
SAID IN voice all too broken by hui
mility.
she stood at the door as he sat with
IN, one ll hand ungloved, and some stones
burning at her throat. She had spent
nlght-she only knew how.
He asked her to come in and sit
there there were still two minutes. He was
somewhat graveled for lack of talk
Ing matter, but he was as hospitable as
{ q tented Arab, even on railway plat
lorm. Then a long whistle, a slammed
door, snort from the engine.
oh. | must go now" she said.
Come and see the Dutch!" he said,
with a light laugh She looked at him
Tor moment, not understanding.
Then:
oh, my dear, my dear, I'll go with
you anyWhere-anywhere,' she cried.
And the guard lurched into the van.
But three hours in an only moder-.
ately heated railway carriage and rea-
son is sure to work down the barome-
ter. Mrs. Tauntan returned to town
In the next train, and Bertie went to
Holland. There he concluded that per-
maps, after all, rich wife is the sur
est OF political sails. And from Am
sterdam, with clean 81" pen and a
legal frame of mind, he started the first
OF the letters that ended in the afore-
said lifting of feminine eyebrows and
Whooing" through feminine lips.
II.
a Ihere is man in a double brass
Duttoned frock coat-a costume be-
tween that of a French gendarme and
a secret agent at st. Petersburg-Wh
opens cab and carriage doors at vari-
ETY. theater in a London square. He is
a great man in various ways. But as
judge of feminine beauty he is an ep-
icure. His name is Bob.
When, two months later, Mrs Taun-
tons niece Margery came to stay with
her from one of those dull something
over-sand parsonages in Yorkshire, the
Two went to this theater together. 1t
was pinch of clandestine pleasure.
BOD offered Mrs. Taunton two fingers,
to Margery whole hand Beaming,
the girl passed the vestibule. All was
delight spinning, prescribed, poig-
nantly fresh. The shoulders of women,
the offering eyes of men, dancing lights
and fumes of music-the delirium Of
llfe's wheel. Ashes, mayhap, to the
one, but dancing hopes and hidden
dreams to the others.
When, then, they settled in their
Dox, Margery watched over the house
with her glasses, Mrs. Taunton sat in
curtalned corner, her eyes on Mar
gerry, more pleased at the girls pleas
ure than by anything the stage had to
offer. ~ - -
How the people stare, Poppy" she
said to her aunt. zone man is bow
ing to me. What am I to do? Do
you think he is mistaken?" ae -:s-
Il think, perhaps, he is mistaken,
child" she said. @t- .ts+..s. e.s.s
Later there was knock at the door.
Mrs. Taunton leaned to meet the wait
er. On a tray lay a card and full
glass, winking bubbles at the brim. 1T
is for the young lady," said the man.
Margery-wonderingl took the card
On the front was engraved mans
name and club. Penciled on the back
were the lines of the old Elizabethan
lyric:
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
F-f $50
Leave kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The girl spelt over the words, and
the man stood stiff and waited. At
last, with blazing eyes, she uplifted her
arm and upturned the glass stem-high
on the tray. "Take that to the gen
tleman," she said The card she tore
into three pieces, and it futtered into
the stalls below -..s.ss r II
On the card was engraved: -.
MR.. ALBERT WYNGRAM.
e New Travellers Club. t-
I'VE will go, now, Margery," said her
aunt, slowly. She had read the card
across the girls shoulder. ..
e They drove home together in the
chill night air. Fog was sitting the
street lights, and London was trying
ftfully to sleep.
Alone, the elder woman came to her
bedroom and flung aside her wrap.
Then she stared at herself in her glass.
"I-1-don't blame him." she cried ,and
fell on her bed and sobbed.-J. p.
Blake.
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