The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-06-07

"Let me haze these set IL, t,Uo rings"
is novel enough to find oneself on the
Matterhorn for the first time. but to
meet a young woman there is astound-
ing. Allow me to congratulate you. It
is something to be proud of. " He lifted
his cap with gesture of Difference to
her prowess.
1T only shows what a woman can
do" replied Miss Rodney. 'But
should not like every body to know the
agony of fright have been through on
the way up. l am glad to see you, for
it may make me less frightened going
down. The thing is not ended when one
has arrived Getting back is something
too
eyes. It was going down that Lord
Douglas Then the young fellow
stopped. It had occurred to him that it
was not the most opportune moment to
dwell on the horrible accident to Mr.
Hudson, Mr.. Hadow. Lord Frederick
Douglas and Croz, the guide. who were
destroyed in making the descent.
81 understand" said Miss Rodney
''1t's just as we'll to reserve that till
we get to the Mont Cervin hotel. But
| how did you get up here so soon after
myself and without our meeting?'
II got at the Schwarzsee after You. l
did not stop at the Lower Hut at ALL
but pushed right on.
II wish you would get me a small
| fragment of rock from the very top if
you can," said Miss Rodney 81 want
to have it set in ring, as souvenir
of this little walk. -..... .
"Certainly, said the young man.
He managed to knock off two pieces of
rock with his ice pick
"I'll tell you what I'll do he said
as he approached Miss Rodney with
| them in his hand. "Let me have these
set in two rings-a plain, simple set
ting-and then you have one and I'll
keep the other. would like some SOU
| venir Of girl as plucky as you. It's a
little unconventional. But, then, meet
ing on the Matterhorn is rather uncon-
ventional too. My name is Guy Stad-
ley.
"And am Miss Florence But you
are going to be at the Mont Cervin
some little time, aren't your" asked
Miss Rodney, interrupting herself
eyes; shall be there week
"Then you can get the rings made
there, perhaps, before I go. I dom t
know. though, that you could. OF
course there's no way when I reflect. -
emo; there isn't. But you can give
me your address, Miss Florence. and I
can send one to you.
| Miss Rodney was about to correct
him in his misrepresentation as to her
name when enc of the guides suggested
that it was time to begin the descent,
and she concluded to let it go. She could
tell him later, when they were at the
hotel
It is needless to remark that the de-
scent of the redoubtable Matterhorn
was made as safely as the climb up had
been. No prouder American girl lived
than Florence Rodney when she reached
the Hotel Mont Cervin.
The young fellow had been very
charming. Coming down the Matter
horn is not as suited to conversational
advances as o'clock tea, but it puts
man and a woman on infinitely more
intimate and appreciative terms. A
more tired mortal than Florence Rod
ney when she got back did not, to her
mind, exist on the earth. Having done
q deed which so few Of her sex could
emulate, she felt that she had earned
the right to be very good to herself.
This tired, healthy girl was an heiress
presumptive to $4,000 year. Why
shouldn't she be good to herself?
She took to her bed as soon as posi-
BILE and fell into slumber as quickly as
! if she had dropped into it down a preci-
| pice Of the Matterhorn.
| Without exaggeration she slept for
SO hours. She would wake only to turn
over on the delicious rest of her pillow
and the balmy delight of a cornhusk
mattress and return to sleep with graf
itude for being able to again experience
80 delightful sensation
But at last she felt restedl She got
up and took cold sponge bath, as in
MIGRATING as possible, and prepared her
self for breakfast with warm eager
ness to meet Stadley. What fresh,
eager, keen, healthy boy he wasl She
liked young fellow who scaled the
Matterhorn in that careless offhand
fashion. He was man after her heart.
Incidentally he was forid, handsome
youth. If those cool blue eyes were to