The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-08-15
PRINUEToN ONION 3 THURSDAY AU1sUsT Is leo1.

#6ne# sald at last, possessing herself
again of his arm, which she had to
shape to her uses before taking it. q
have been told that they do every
thing. backward there, and here you
are the one who is offended, while I
ought to be simply speeches. with OUT
ragged modesty. You are certainly the
most refreshing subject that ever en-
countered. wonder if it would wake
you up If 4 should kiss you
s The spirit Of mischief was in her
now. She felt that the arm to which;
she clung belonged to child-a child
who was sleeping, who had slept long
enough and who ought to be awakened
but she was not prepared for the
calm reply that she received to a
proposition that would have startled
any other man than the one beside her.
You may do SO, If you like said
Lisle, unmoved and with the utmost
seriousness. II have never kissed any
body but my father. In all probability
l will never do SO again. I have no
objections, if you have not.''
b She was shaking with laughter.
Presently the paroxysm passed, and
then demurely she raised her pink and
white face until it hung just beneath
his. The moonlight shone full upon it,
and Lisle noticed then for the first time
how delicately formed it was, how soft
and clear and sweet it appeared in that
mellow light. He saw how round and
blue and perfect were her eyes, half
plunged in shadow by the dropping
lashes that fringed them, dancing with
mischief. They reminded him of fairy
elfins, peeping out from their rose leaf
concealment, prepared at the first
alarm to pull the leaves together and
hide. He saw two perfect lips, be-
witchingly puckered, red, like ripe
cherries; soft, like new velvet, like the
rose leaves behind which the fairies
flew to hide, and he leaned over and
touched them with his own.
They walked on in silence after that.
"That was funny" she said pres
emily. -. -. =.
"What was funny?" asked Lisle. d,
3'That. Your lips are just like a
woman's. You kissed me just like a
woman. l wonder if you were not cut
out for one and spoiled in the max
ing"
Lisle shook himself free from her
arm and leaped away. His eyes blazed
at her, his nostrils dilated with anger,
his lips quivered, and his whole being
trembled in the effort he made to con.
troll his rage ...-r~
"You are my guest" he said when he
dared to speak, but his v2ice was low
and fierce with passion. '<I cannot re-
sent that as would like to do. But
will tell you this: A mana cowboy,
one Of Craig Thompson's- men - said
those words to me once, and shot
him.
''shot him! Good gracious! Did you
kill him?'' ->
"Not then, but afterward did"
"B-r-r-r! Well, 1 guess you're man
all right-in some ways, if not in 9th
ers. Are you mad?' ....- -
I II am angry ..>s-=-x. -..->,,
"Bosh! Because 1 said that? didn't
mean it. Will that suffice? I'm sorry.
We're even, anyhow. You offended me,
and I didn't cherish it up SO you
mustn't. Kiss me again, and let's be
friends"
F "You will say that kiss like wom-
am r
mo, won't. I won't say VOID
Here" ~ -
She put her arms around his neck
then and drew his face down to hers.
She did the kissing this time without
waiting for him, and she held Lisle's