The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-03-07

well knew tI1at the realization Of his
Wife's coming departure had fallen up
on him with new force.
In a few minutes Mrs Goddard re-
turned. She was smiling with amused
satisfaction -. ..zs.
She is just the woman want, she
declared, looking at the major, but
perhaps you will feel betterif you have
seen her and spoken to her. I asked
her to waitto see you"-
Have you really engaged her?'
asked Goddard, dejectedly. $3.50
oh, yes; we came to terms al. once.
She hasa son in London and is anxious
to see him. She will not want much
more than her passage money, but Of
course I shall try to be generous with
the poor thing. Don't expect to find
her beautiful. She is anything but
good-looking, but that is not what I
am after. Good-looking women are
rarely useful :
g AS the ajor left the room his wife
resumed her seat at the window. Her
color was high; her eyes were as full
of life as fine diamond, and Blanche
could hardly keep her eyes from her
face. She was beginning, now that
Mrs. Goddard was ,exerting herself to
be attractive, to comprehend the hold
she had on the ma jor. To-day Mrs: God
dard looked asashe had when Blanche
had first seen her andrealized that.the
place her guardian had filled inner girl
ish heart must be deprived of its ten
ant, that she must never even in
dreams remember those days when he
used to sit beside her in the little re-
ception room at Nine. Bells select
school. She had been sure during
those visits that his eyes, the pressure
OF his hand, his parting kiss had meant
the same as her delicious yielding to
them had implied. But the awakening
shock had come and she had borne in
silence her secret and gone through
the daily torture of witnessing both
her guardians alteration for another
and, what was almost as painful, that
others Indifference to it all.
When Goddard reentered the room
: there was a droop of efdespondencv
on him that added years to his appear
ance.
: "Well, how do you like her?" his wife
asked
"Oh, she is all right" he said. ''She
seems good enough; but somehow I
simply cant reconcile myself to-"
"Oh, publ" Mrs. Goddard rose with
a graceful sweep of her 1.-the body and
stood with her beautiful hands linked
behind her head; her yawn. showing
her perfect teeth, was as pretty and in
sincere a S coquette's kiss. blanche"
she said, IF you ever marry, make just
as many voyages as you can. The more
wife is away the more she is appre-
ciated. But I must go and give that
woman some final directions. What is
her name?" Mrs. Goddard picked up
the visitors card. 'sNolan, ugh! what
a frightful mouthful. I'll have to call
her Lucy, as much as hate to address
maid by her Christian name"
When she had gone out Blanche went
to the sofa on which the major was
seated and sat down by him. III.
- Dear guardian" she said, Il wish /
could do something to help you"
When he answered there was a dis
tinct touch of faultfinding in his tone.
You would not go away on pleas
ure trip and leave husband you loved
behind, would you, Blanche?"
She had hesitat ton to answer, but
when she did it was without a twinge
of conscience, and her firmness sur
prised herself.
u could not do SO, GUARDIAN"
Il know it, my dear girl" he said,
signing; ''but she is not like you. How
ever, she wants the TRIP and she shall
have it,
Just then he saw Jeanne and Mrs.
Nolan passing through the hall to the
cab waiting at the door. He rose and
went out on the veranda, but was lust
in time to ses the cab driving away
with its occupant. He put his arm
around the statuesque figure of his
wife
<'For Gods sake, drop it, Jeanne" he
muttered. Il don't feel as if can go
on with it,"
Its too late now, dear" she said,
giving him glance from her wonder
full eyes. Think of all the fun we shall
have wheq the girl finally succumbs.
No, you have given me your promise. I
shall hold you to it."
Jeanne he said gazing into her
eyes, you are a beautiful mystery to
me- 7 don't understand vo1,
Don't try, then She smiled be-
witchingly and turned back into the
house.
-. CHAPTER vi.
All the remainder of the week Mrs.