The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-11-21

WILL Silly
Soldier, soldier, marry, marry me-
But that will bring every gallant
within hearing of your siren voice.
said Quillebert, land I crave a secre,
conference with you.'
''Then 1 will sing so low that on,
the Chevalier Constant de Quillebr:
shall hear" she said, with a mock a
of lofty assurance.
fray abbreviate the Punishment IF
your languishing knight as much Is
you can, for
IT have little to say
And far to 20,
Quick, dear, quickl''
rejoined Quillebert and rode back into
the forest
Laure stood motionless until she
could no longer hear the sound of the
horse>s feet; then, peering searchingly
Into the thick underground behind
which her visitor had disappeared. she
tripped lightly out of the water and.
aropping net and basket, seized her
shoes and hose. With the nimbleness
OF doe she sprang behind a huge cy
press tree and the concavity of it's
trunk converted into a toilet, where,
drying her feet with grass and leaves,
she was quickly shod. Taking her hat
from the palmetto spike on which it
hung, she adjusted it fetchingly upon
her head and, stepping out, took up
the net rod and leaned lightly upon it
as staff. Verify she looked the syl-
van beauty of the poets as in rich con-
tralto she sang:
Soldier, soldier, marry, marry me-"
Quillebert could not have been far
distant, for the line was hardly finish
ed when he emerged from the bushes.
having tied his horse to a tree.
What change, my little actress,
from the bewitching to the bewilder-
ingv' he said.
II do not like to hear an old man talk
so, and young men never say such
things to me-" she complained.
''Be patient, Laure. You will hear
enough of that sort from acceptable
lips. Now, little one"-Quillebert had
suddenly become grave-''listen to some
serious talk, for am troubled. Will
you do me friendly turn? 1t is not
for nothing. I have at home beauti-
full little watch made at Havre, inlaid
with rubies and diamonds. If what l
wish is accomplished. that watch shall
nestle beneath the satin belt you will
wear at the next ball."
M. Constant, surely need no bride
to serve you. I am already under
more obligation than l can ever dis
CHARGE"
Nonsense, child. I do not mean to
bride you, but do mean that no one
can ever confer a benefit on Constant
Quillebert without being the gamer
thereby"
what is it you desire me to do?'
1T is this: My jockey has been very
sick since he was whipped for running
away. Some think he will die. That
incompetent De Roux does not know
how to handle the case Oakfell, who
is thought to be paid by the abolition
lists, is in an underhand way seeking to
arouse public sentiment against me
and has already excited old Latiolais'
shallow headed granddaughter, who
has said some bitter things to the
priest Grhe and others. She has the
notion that the staggering American
is looking her way, and she struts
nightly"
1.-THE double faced thingv' exclaimed
Laura vindictively
"Should Leon de-" continued Guile
bert, lit is thought Oakfell will urge a
popular demonstration, maybe pros
ecution. I would avoid all this. If
Leon RECEIVERS, will pay back the con-
spirators with interest"
"Estelle, too? demanded Laure.
IF she gets in the way, she shall
have her SHARE" he answered.
'"Then what can I doW she asked,
with a satisfied air.
"This-persuade your grandmother to
give you the cure for Leon.''
"Oh, NJ. Constant! I fear your un-
friendliness to the church will pre-
vent"
"How? Does any one here give more
to the priests and the converts than I
do? But that is not to the point I am
not sick. The cure is for Leon. Be-
sides, I am your friend, Laure, and
your enemies are my enemies
'Must you have it today?"
"At once. There is not one minute to
spare. If Leon is not better by to-
morrow morning, he will not live the
week out"
Il will try" Laure consented after
short reflection.
''Take this; it may help your argu-
ment," said Quillebert, handing her
shining double eagle goldpiece.
'Back into the bushes, then, till I re-
turn" said she.
Quillebert did as he was hidden, and
the girl walked rapidly to the cottage.
The half hour of her absence appeared
to him all but interminable, and it was
as one freed from long Imprisonment
that he sprang from the matted vines
and brush when she stopped beside the
tree holding her hands behind her and
sang:
"Soldier, soldier, marry, marry me-
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