The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-05-31

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road Pickering light from the Bart
let's parlor window. Although time
had stopped us far as he was concerned,
he was convinced it could not be very
late, or the Bartletts would have gone
to bed. It is always difficult to realize
that the greatest of catastrophes are
generally over in a few minutes. It
seemed an age since he walked so
hopefully away from the tent. AS he
looked at the light the thought struck
him that perhaps Kitty was alone in
the parlor. She at least would not
have treated him so badly as the other
girl; and-and she was pretty, too,
come to think of it. He always did
like blonde better than brunette.
A fence rail is not comfortable seat.
1t is used in some parts of the country
in such a manner as to impress the sit
ter with the fact of it's extreme discom-
fort, and as gentle hint that his pres
ence is not wanted In that immediate
neighborhood. Yates recollected this
with a smile as he slid off and stumbled
into the ditch by the side of the road.
His mind had been so preoccupied that
he had forgotten about the ditch. As
he walked along the road towards the
star that guided him, he remembered
he had recklessly offered Miss Kitty to
the callous professor. After all, no
one knew about the episode of short
time before except himself and Mar
garet, and he felt convinced she was
not girl to boast of her conquests.
Anyhow, it didn't matter. A man is
surely master of himself.
AS he neared the window he looked
in. People are not particular about
lowering the blinds in the country. He
was rather disappointed to see Mrs.
Bartlett sitting there knitting, like the
industrious woman she was. Still, it
was consoling to note that none of the
men folks were present, and that Kit
ty, with her fluffy hair half concealing
her face, sat reading book he had
lent to her. He raped at the door,
and it was opened by Mrs. Bartlett
with some surprise.
For the lands sake, is that you, Mr..
Yates?''
1T is"
"Come right in. Why, what's the
matter with you? You look as if you
had lost your best friend. All, I see
how it is'-Yates started-''you have
run out of provisions, and are very
likely as hungry as bear"
you've hit it first time, Mrs. Bart
lett. dropped around to see If could
borrow loaf of bread. We don't bake
till tomorrow"
Mrs. Bartlett laughed.
"Nice baking you would do if you
tried it. Ill get you a loaf in minute.
Are you sure one is enough"
"Quite enough, thank YOU"
The good woman hustled out to the
other room for the loaf, and Yates
made good use Of her temporary alb
sence.
''Kitty," he whispered, II want te
see you alone for few minutes. IL,
wait for you at the gate. Can you sliI
out?"
Kitty blushed very red and nodded
''They have a warrant out for my ar
rest, and I'm off tomorrow before they
can serve it. But I couldn't go with
out seeing you. You'll come, sure?"
Again Kitty nodded, after looking u1
at him in alarm when he spoke of the
warrant. Before anything further
could be said, Mrs. Bartlett came in
and Kitty was absorbed in her book.
"Won't you have something to ca
now before you go back?"
'Oh, no, thank you, Mrs. Bartlett
You see, the professor is waiting TO-
me-
LET him wait, if he didn't hav'
sense enough to COME
HE didn't. I offered him the chance
1T won't take US a moment to Sc
the table. 1t is not the least trouble
Really, Mrs. Bartlett, you are yer,
kind. am not in the slightest gre