The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1899-03-23

GueIo! Auu the ueaCy NOTEBOOK was
hurled to the floor. -..*..y ...=
The scribes were hardly on speaking
terms after this. The Harvard man
passed No. II every day with a girl
who was known to make cross for her
name. ''I'm very tired of female writ
ers, he was heard to say. -. .
In the pretty apartment in the Rue
de Chaillot the frost, though slight, was
none the less enduring, for, true to the
inconsistency Of the female mind, they
all turned upon me and one morning
addressed me thus:
IT could have forgiven you any
thing" all began in one breath,
''but''-
''But what?' I asked. outwardly
calm
<'But giving away that great thought
upon the ittleness, the nothingness. of
life" said the chaperon, bristling.
''That certainly began the tall
one.
''Was mine!'' they cried in chorus.
I no longer wore the Harvard mans
fraternity pin, which in a tender mo-
ment he had loaned me. To and from
my French lesson I walked alone, and
in the pretty apartment, No. II, the
Harvard mans step and ring were heard
no more.
1t was one month later 1 walked
briskly along the brilliant avenue,
watching the beautiful horses, with
their silken coats, and the chic
Frenchwomen, clad in gowns to make
a nun covetous. The sound Of familiar
voices made me turn my eyes toward
the footpath, and with start saw ap-
preaching me my three companions
and the Harvard man. They were en-
joying some huge joke immensely,
while the tall one was pointing to
something in a newspaper. When. they
saw me, they hurried over, ard could
see the soulful glance my erstwhile Har-
ward friend cast upon me as he ap-
preached.
''Have you seen it2' asked the chap
eron.
"Seen what?'
''The catacomb prize has been award
ed to an American, and-and-oh, you
tell herl to the tall one.
well, it's just this-it seems that
oh, read it yourself!' cried the COL
leen. I'm fairly ashamed to own up
having been so silly
They handed me the paper, and amid
dead silence read every word of the
article AS I did so many familiar
friends greeted my eye-namely, 'sthe
nothingness, absolute pettiness, of life
in the presence of the great ruler" and
so forth, and SO on. "Pluto's domain"
was also touched upon, and mention
was also made of some .'grinning
skulls, though to be honest the writer
endowed these latter with teeth.
'To think we misjudged her SOP I
heard them murmur as read on in
tently, feeling a thrill Of vindication
sweep through me- But, alas, it was
short lived, for when read the name
signed to the story-the name of the
winner of that much desired prize-my
satisfaction oozed from my soul and left
me pallid and heartsick.
"All the waters in the five oceans
won't wash me clean in their eyes when
they discover, I muttered as handed
back the paper. w.
"We've all been very silly said the
chaperon cheerily, ''but after this we'll
say no more about it, This is only an
other instance Of great minds running
in the same direction. Now for a brisk
walk home.'' .....
For moment felt saved from ex-
posture, but at the next query again
grew numb. ..... ..o. -. .
"Wonder who the winner is?'' was
the colleen's idle remark.
" Leonard Lane! Never heard Of
pimr' said the Harvard man briskly.
as if that settled the question of his re-
nown, and at his tone a sudden defiant
resolve shot through me. determined
to brave the worst.
T GIVE heard Of him. I managed to
say as quietly as could. ssHe was in
Paris two years ago and wrote the thing
then. Leonard Lane is the nom de
plume OF my tiance. We are to be mar
ried when I return home in June"
They murmured, ssHow lovelyl'' and
whispered, Glow sweetl" and the Har-
ward man muttered, '.Lucky fellowl''
But their eyes flared with suspicion as
they looked at me, and to this day I am
not sure but that they believe I used
the mail service between France and
America to betray their seething
thoughts on death to my lover.
Constituent.
"snagsby is the most devoted golf
man lar. ever met The only meat he eats
is sausage. I
"Ball?"
mo. links ''--Exchanpe