The Princeton union., 1900-04-05

II IuEtdIH @lll lO-lllSHb Indb you were In
correspondence with him. :
"Most of your dreams occur at nj rht,
do they not, captain q Evelyn had
lifted her eyebrows and was smiling
coldly, defiantly.
IL guess there is no dream about your
corresponding with him-at least that
he has written you to-day" returned
Wrinkle, in a white heat. ':You have
been in the house all the afternoon, and
besides no one but him could have
could have"
Winlsle found himself sliding into a
pitfall of his own making, and the
startled vacuity of his small face caused
Evelyn to laugh out immoderate]y. q
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "you think he
wrote me about the shearing process. z
For a moment the captain could only
stare stupidity, then a lame defense
came to his lips. IT,
II could not think of anyone else
who could report such a lie to you,'' he
said. ... -:
"Then am not to believe that it re-
ally happened?" queried Evelyn. Sf
'The very idea is absurd on the face
of it, was the captains perturbed re-
sponse.
II can't believe that Mr.. Fanshaw
would write me a deliberate false
hood" she returned, still smiling tan
talizingly. "He is quite truthful and
honorable" -
Wrinkles lip curled and quivered i'm
potently.
DO you consider it an honorable
thing to write lie about a man-a-a
rival? 1 presume I may call him
that, since you have encouraged him
to that extent"
"He has never thought of you as
"a rival" Knocked Evelyn, with pro-
nounced sneer. She moved towards
the others, but he grasped her arm
and detained her. His fury was now
unbridled. '"as'
II shall report this to your father"
he threatened. =
"You intend to tell my father that
l correspond with Mr.. Fanshaw?" she
asked, sternly, coldly. "
II shall feel it my duty as his friend,
knowing that he would disapprove of
it, and that you are doing most fool
ish thing
'"Then you will tell him a false
hood" she said, with white smile,
and eyes which flashed like diamonds
in the moonlight. II
"You do not correspond with him?
He has not written to you to-day?"
He has never written me line in
his life. I happened to be listener
to his challenge and witness to your
cowardice. AS for his unique hui
initiation Of you, I actually quivered
with delight when he cut off your
brazen Eadges of bravery. He repent
ed OF having done it-like brave man
would-when he saw that I~had seen it
all, and he gave me the things to sew
back on your coat, but you are fight
ing with a woman now, and I
shall retain them. I may need them
in the future ~s '~s
He shrank from her as if she had
struck him in the face. And with a
little taunting laugh, Evelyn left him.
She was so agitated that she avoided
the others who were listening to the
negroes as they sang spirited ballad.
IT Ronald Fanshaw could have wit
messed what passed at Carnleigh that
evening. it might have softened his
sharp self-censure for what he had
done in the heat of passion. He had
always looked upon duelling as radi-
cally wrong, and he now told himself
he had gone too far in further humili-
ating man after, he had tacitly
thrown himself on his mercy. Before
he had quilted the colonels wood that
morning he was brought face to face
with product of his example that
added fresh sting to his general dis
| content.
He had almost reached the boundary
fence when he came upon his shaggy
haired. barefooted brother, standing
up to his ankles in the wet loan of a
swampy spot. Dave was leaning on
rifle as tall and sturdy-looking as him
self, an old-fashioned treasure which
he brought out only on special occa-
sions, such as prize shooting matches
at which he was a champion shot
and when there was a threatened
"black uprising
"Why, Dave, what are you doing
here?" Ronald asked, in aston;sh-
ment
"Huh! l amt a-doin' nothin'. but
what I would a-done, ef I'd a-been
needed, would a-been a plenty"
His brother stared at him.
+ You mean you thought of taking
hand, Dave?"
"I was a-goin' to give you yore
chance fust," said the fellow; "but,
you bet, I was a-goin' to see which one
was able to keep on his feet after the
scrap, an eft it had a-been him, he
a-been my m eat. I blowcd this tube
out with prayer" (Dave patted his
gun caressingly and smiled). II kissed
my patchin', blessed my powder, an
ra1nmed my lead home with the arm
of justice to all men, Hs
''Dave, that would have been mur-
der" -.
Murder a dogs hind foot! IF fiat