The Princeton union., 1900-03-29

neck an short sleeves helpin' men my
wife shake hands in the white house
with the whole shootin' match O big
lkes."
Ronald gave up the discussion. His
brothers coarse allusion to his mother
and sisters failed to appeal to his sense
of humor. He was thinking of Evelyn
Hasbrooke's patrician features and 1.-the
form-of her exquisite refinement and
delicate sympathy. BY this time the
two brothers had almost reached their
home; they could see the sagging roof
OF their fathers house. Half a mile fur
1her on in the gathering dusk loomed
the white walls and lighted windows of
Carnleigh. At this point the DUH,
steady beat of horses hoofs fell on
their ears. .-..- ~t
''Its the Hasbrooke gang" an
nounced David. l~
Ronald's heart sank like plummet.
He had hoped to reach home before
the party overlook him. He reproached
himself for the feeling, but he shrank
from icing seen by Evelyn and her
friends in company with one as ILL.,
clothed as his brother. David stepped
10 the side of the road and stood open
nouthed, to see the trap and horses
pass, but Ronald, without looking back,
simply kept on his way. He had made
up his mind that he should not doff his
hat, as he knew David would, like the
peasant he was. He heard woman's
:oice singing plantation melody, &C
companied by mellow bass. He de-
cided that the woman's voice had a
harsh quality which could not have be-
ionged to Evelyn's, although he had
never. heard her sing. The vehicle was
Just behind him. He heard his broth
er shouting out a shrill warning, and
was turning to see what had occasioned
it, wheE the horses brushed by him, the
front wheel Of the trap striking the
hand which held the basket, dashing it
TO the ground and scattering its con-
tents over the sand. He heard Evelyn
scream out in terror from her seat be-
side Capt. Winkle, who was driving, and
saw her desperately pulling on his
arm.
The vehicle drew up few yards
away, and it looked as if the driver was
going to offer some apology, but see
ing that Ronald was still Oh his feet,
Winkle vigorously applied the whip to
the horses and drove on rapidly. David
ran up and began to pick up the fallen
articles.
BY Joe, you had close shave,' he
grunted. II lowed once you was a
dead goner
he had put all the things back into
1he basket. when he noticed for the
first time the awful white look on Ron
AIDS face.
"Why, what's the matter?" he asked
Did it hurt you?'
Ronald was slowly rubbing bleed
ing bruise on the back of his hand, but
he seemed not to be thinking of it.
He drove against me on purpose he
said, the words seeming to come from
far down in his deliberately
on purpose, I tell YOU
DO you reckon so, Ron?'
II know it!'
David gazed at him steadily for a
moment. then he remarked:
TO tell you the truth, Ron, 1 thought
so mysc'f. You see, l was behind; he
kept the hosses squar>in the road till
he passed me, an then I seed i'm pull
ike all possessed on the left rein. But
why don't you come on? You know it s
late an the old man fuses when we are
,ate.''
Still our hero stood rubbing his hand
and staring in front of him. When he
finally spoke, his voice quivered and
sounded unnatural.
Il shall never rest till l have resent
ed it, he said, as if communing with
himself. Il could not live and take that
off any man alive"
''Oh. come off, said his companion.
You don't really mean you will take
i'm to taw about it,
II certainly mean nothing else.''
David laughed. Hen you is differ
ent in sech things, Ron. Now eff fe,-
Ter o my own sort gets on the back
O my neck an pulls hair to blow his
nose on, l politely invite i'm down to
see which has the most grit, ME or
him, an ef a man who amt my equal
"A buck niger for instance.-dares to
give me any O his lip, I jest lnock m
down an wash my hans, but law me!
! hain't no ham to pick difficulties
with the big rich. l never knowed no
body to do it that didn't come out at
the little end O the horn with their
clothes drug off. A feller like that
squint-eyed dude will jest set up in
court an look tired when he swears
out case agin you fur assault an
battery, an all the good lawyers in
town will huddle round him like a
passle o. ants round dead doodle
bug. The court will have obliged to
appoint some new beginner to defend
you an thar you are-the laughin'
stock O the whole layout. No, I'll
take lot off'n one O. that sort fore
I'll git up scrap with m
They were moving on now. and Ron
aid made no comment on what his
brother was saying. The fire of his
angry heart still burned in his eyes and
his chin was quivering helplessly. That