The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-05-24
CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XII.
Yates had stubbornly refused to give
up his search for rest and quiet, in
spite of the discomfort of living in a
leaky and battered tent. He expressed
regret that he had not originally
camped in the middle of Broadway, as
being quieter and less exciting spot
than the place he had chosen, but, hay
ing made the choice, he was going to
see the last dog hung, he said. Rem
mark had become less and less of a
| comrade. He was silent and almost as
gloomy as Hiram Bartlett himself.
When Yates tried to cheer him up by
showing him how much worse another
man s position might be, Remark gen.
orally ended the talk by taking to the
woods.
'SJust reflect on my POSITION" Yates
would say. Here am dead in love
with two lovely girls, both of whom
are merely waiting for the word. To
one Of them I have nearly committed
myself, which fact to a man of nv tenn
permanent inclines me somewhat to the
other. Here I am anxious to confide in
you, and yet feel that risk fight
every time talk about the complica-
ton: You have no sympathy for me,
Kenny, when I need sympathy, and l
am bubbling over with sympathy for
you and you won't have it. Now, what
would you do if you were in my fix? If
you would take five minutes and show
me clearly which of the two girls I
really ought to marry, it would help
me ever so much, for then I would be
sure to settle on the other one. It is
the indecision that is slowly but surely
sapping my vitality"
BY this time Remark would have
pulled his soft felt hat over his eyes,
and, muttering words that would have
echoed strangely in the silent halls of
the University building, would plunge
into the forest. Yates generally looked
after his retreating figure without
anger, but with mild wonder.
''Well, of all cantankerous cranks he
is the worst" he would say, with a
sigh. 1T is sad to see the temple of
friendship tumble down about ones
ears in this way" At their last talk of
the problem again with the professor,
unless crisis came. The crisis came
in the form of Stolil1er, who dropped
in on Yates as the latter lay in the
hammock smoking and enjoying a
thrilling romance belonging to the
series then in vogue among brainless
people, entitled "Beadle's Dime Nov
els" The camp was strewn with these
engrossing paper-covered works, and
Yates had read many of them, hoping
to, come across a case similar to his
own, but to the time of StolilSer's visit
he had not succeeded.
Hello, Stoliker! how's things? Got
| the cuffs in your pocket? Want to have
another tour across country with me?"
mo. But I came to warn you.
There will be a warrant out tomorrow
or next day, and if were you I would
get over to the other side; but you
need never say I told you to. Of course
it they give the warrant to me I shall
have to arrest you; and although moth
ing may be done to you, still the coun-
try is in a state of excitement, and YOU
will at least be put to some inconven-
ience."
"Stoliker," cried Yates, springinp
out Of the hammock, ''you are white
man! You're good fellow, Stolilxer,
and I'm ever so much obliged. If you
ever come to New York, you call on me
at the Argus office-anybody will show
you where it Island I'll give you the
liveliest time you ever had in your life.
1t won't cost you cent, either"
That's all right" said the constable.
Now, If were you would light out
tomorrow at the latest"
II WILL" said Yates.
stoliker disappeared quietly among
the trees, and Yates, after a moments
thought, began theoretically to pack
up his belongings. 1t was dark before
he had finished and Remark returned.
Silly" cried the reporter, cheerily,
there's warrant out for my arrest /
shall have to go tomorrow at the
latest" :. ct :
What! to jail?" cried his Mortified
! friend, his conscience now troubling