The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-01-17
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ClYs-f DdnK.S w nat ilaQ II I'll In.
to? Here was an old inn with rather
q feudalair, but it. was only one in a
thousand, a common feature through
out the continent, and yet why had the.
gods, when they cast out Hebe, chosen
this particular inn for her mortal resi-
dence? The pipe solves many riddles,
and then sometimes it creates a dem
sity. put my pipe into my pocket
and cogitated. Gretchen had brought
about new order of things. A philo-
sophical barmaid was certainly a nov
city. That Gretchen was philosophical
had learned in the rose gardens; that
she was also used to: giving commands
!. had learned in the onion patch. Hith-
erto had held the onion in contempt;
already l had begun to respect it.
Above all, Gretchen was a mystery.
the most alluring kind of mystery-a
woman who was not what she seemed.
How I'VE men love mysteries which are
given the outward semblanee of Di-
ana or a Venus! By and by my jour
nalistic instinct awoke. Who are those
who fear the newspapers? Certainly
it is not the guiltless. OF what was
Gretchen guilty? The innkeeper knew.
Was she one of those many conspira-
tors who abound in the kingdom? She
was beautiful enough for anything.
And whence came the remarkable like
ness between her and Phyllis2 Here
was mystery indeed. I had week
before me. In that time I might learn
something about Gretchen even if l
could solve nothing. Iadmit that it is
true that had Gretchen been plain it
would not have been worth the trou-
ble But she had too heavenly a face,
too wonderful an eye, too delicious
mouth, not to note her with concern.
did not see Gretchen again that day,
but as I-was watching the moon climb
up, thinking of her and smoking few
pipes as an incense to her shrine, l
heard her voice beneath my window.
It was accompanied by the bass voice
of the innkeeper.
"But he is a journalist. Is he safe?
Is anything safe from them?' came to
my ears in a worried accent, a bass.
So the innkeeper, too, was socialist!
Said an impatient contralto, $50 long
as have no fear why should you?"
each, you will be found out and
dragged backw was the lamentation in
throaty baritone. Anxiety raises a
bass voice at least two pitches. IF
you would but return to the hills where
there is absolute safety!'
mo, I will not go back there, where
everything is so dull and dead. I have
lived too long not to read a face at
glance. His eyes are honest
Thanks, Gretchen,'' -murmured
from above. I was playing the listen
er. But, then, she was only a bar
maid.
"And it is so long," went on the con-
tralto, "since I have seen a mana
strong one-I wish to see if my power
is gone"
"Ahav' thought 1. $50 you have al
ready laid plans for my capitulation,
Gretchen?' =
+ "But," said the bass voice once more,
T 'ssupposing some of the military should
struggle along? There might be one
who has seen you before. Alas, de-
spair! You will not hide yourself; you
will stay here till they find you."
I I fell to wondering what in the world
Gretchen had done. II have not been
to the village since 1 was little girl.
Dressed as am, who would recognize
NE? No one at the castle, for there is
no one there but the steward. Would
you send me away?"
| "God forbid! But this American?
You say you can read faces. How
about the other one?"'
| Silence.
Eyes, how about him?''
Said Gretchen: eve are not infalli-
BILE. And perhaps 1 was then~much to
blame"
"No, we are not infallible. That is
the reason why you should take no
chance" was the final argument of the
| innkeeper. - = ~
"Hush!' said Gretchen.
"Confound the piper muttered. It
had fallen over the window sill.
Five minutes passed I heard no
sound. CHANGING from the side Of the
window saw that Gretchen and the
| innkeeper were gone.
Yes, there wasn't any doubt about it;
| Gretchen was conspirator. The po-
lice were hunting for her, and she was
threatened with discovery. 1t was be-
yond my imagination what she could
have done. Moreover, she was rather
| counting danger. The military post
was. only five miles down the river.
The one thing which bothered me was
| the "him'' who had suddenly intruded
upon the scene, invisible, but there,
like Ranquo's ghost. Perhaps her
beauty had lured some fellow to follow
her fortunes, and his overzeal or lack
of it had brought ruin to some plot.
Gretchen, said as jumped into
bed, whoever he was, he must have
been duffer." : -. =. - -
Her serene highness the Princess
Hildegarde was in Jericho. and Hillars
along with her, where had consigned
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