The Princeton union., 1900-12-27
THE PRINCETON UNION: THURsDAY, DTCENBER a. 1900

the tide As ont. Yes; foreign cor
lding would be all well enough, I
musel, with PLY His at my side. With
her as my wife 4 should hayekthe envy
Of all my fellow era ftsmen. We should
dine ut the embassies, and the attaches
would futter about us, and all London
would talk of the beautif ful Mrs. VIM
throp." Then the fire IN my pipe bowl
went out, The copy boy was at5nay ell
bow again. Is
Hang your said I.
'1Ehe foreman7saysh he's coming down
with an ak, !" replied the boy.
It was like churning, but did man
age to grind the copy i was satisfied
that the United States and Great Brit
ain would not go to war over it.
The late afternoon mail brought two
letters. I opened the one from Phyllis
| first. It said:
SI Dear Jack--Uncle Bob has box for the opera
tonight, but he has been suddenly called to Wash
ington-politics. possibly. but he would not say
Aunty and want you to go with us in his stead.
| Ethel and her dance, Mr.. Holland, will be to-
gether, which means that aunty and | will have
| no one to talk to unless you come Carmen, is
to be sung Please do not fail me. PHYLLIS.
Fail her! I thought not.
Then I read the second letter. I
read it three or four times, and, even
| then was not sure that was not
dreaming. caught up my pipe again,
filed it and lit IT, read the letter
/ once more. I was solemnly Informed
that my uncle was dead and that T
was mentioned in the will and that if
I would kindly call at the Hoffman
I House the following morning certain
{ sum of money would be given to me-
. regretted that I had reached that age
! when mans actions must be digni-
I fed although alone; otherwise I dare
say should have danced the pas serl.
Whatever my uncle's bequest might
\ be, 4 believed that it would make me
G independently rich. Phyllis was scarce
I ~ an arms length away now. whis.
tied as / locked up my desk and pro.
ceeded down stairs and sang a siren
song into the Waxen ears Of the cashier.
. atsYou have only twenty coming this
week, Mr.. Winthrop, said he.
! ss Never mind, II replied. .sTll man.
age to get along next week" It was
only on very rare occasions that drew
! my full pay at the end Of the week. l
/ dined at a fashionable restaurant. AS
! I slipped ymy wine built one Of my
castles, and Phyllis reigned therein.
There would be a trip to Europe every
s summer, and /. should devote my time
1 to writing novels. Ny picture would
. be the frontispiece in the book reviews,
and Wayside paragraphs would tell Of
3 the enormous royalties my publishers
j We're paying me. I took some old en-
yelopes from my pocket and began fig
uring on the backs Of them as to what
purposes the money should be put It
could not be less than $4,000, perhaps
I more. Of course my uncle had given
a harbor to a grudge against me and
mine, but such things are always for
gotten on the deathbed. Fortune, hav-
{ ing butfeted me-, was now going to
! make me one Of iler favorite children
had reached the end of the long lane.
! AS I left the restaurant decided to
acquaint Phyllis with my good luck
/ and also my desire that she should
share Of it. turned into a florists and
{ had adozen. roses sent up to her. They
were American Beauties. I could af-.
I ford it new. Sc ~ 8 .S.
found Phyllis drumming on the
! piano. She was singing in a low voice
T the aria from Lucia y + stood on the
! threshold of the drawing room and
waited till she had done. believed
] her to be unaware of my presence.
Il She was what we poets call sdream
Of loveliness, tangible dream. Her
neck and shoulders were like satin, and
! the head above them reminded me Of
Sappho's which we see in marble.
From where 7 stood could catch a
| glimpse Of the profile, the nose and
| firm chin, the exquisite mouth, to kiss
which I would gladly have given up
any number of fortunes. The cheek
/ had that delicate curve of rose leaf,
; and when the warm blood surged into
it there was a color as matchless as
that Of a jack rose. All, but l. loved
her! Suddenly the music ceased.
There Is a mirror over the piano,
Jack" she said without turning her
head. s .gs
s. so crossed the room and sat down
in the chair nearest her. l vaguely
wondered if at the distance she had
seen the love in my eyes when
thought myself unobserved. 81
thank you for those lovely roses,o
she said, smiling and permitting me to
press her hand. s:
Don't mention it, replied. It is
so difficult for man to say original
things in the presence of the woman
he loves. I have great news FOR you.
It reads like q fairy tale, you know;
happy ever afterward, and all that =
.Ah!'
Yes. Do you remember my telling
you OF rich uncle who lived In the
south ~ :=
Is It possible that he has left you
fortune 2" she cried, her eyes shining.
You have guessed 1T -
q am very glad for your sake, Jack.
was beginning to worry about you."
Worry about me ~
Yes. do not understand how
newspaper man can afford to buy roses