The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-10-09
CHAPTER XVIII.

4" CHAPTER XVIII.
In the matter of the armistice
Margery was as good as her word
and little better. She did not go
over to the enemy promptly upon it's
expiration, as she had said she would
Instead, she gave her father another
and a final warning.
"Oh, pshaw! what can you do?"
was his rather contemptuous rejoin-
der when she reminded him that the
peace protocol had expired by linn
itation.
THAT is neither here nor there"
she returned, coolly. "You will find
out what I can do if you drive me to
it,"
"Bah!" said the man, Ito do you've
got to know. You don't know any,
thing about my BUSINESS
''This is your last word, is it?''
'You can call it anything you like.
Go ahead with your pigeon shooting
any time you're ready"
Margery bit her lip, gave little
sigh, which might have been of dis
appointment or of remuneration, and
said no more.
But the following morning, after a
call upon some newly come guests at
the resort hotel, she made it point
to stumble upon Mr.. Andrew Gal
braith, who was smoking peaceful
cigar on the veranda. The purpose
of the stumbling was meant to be
very obvious; was obvious, since she
made it the occasion of inviting the
banker to join the party in the
launch for an afternoon on the lake.
But after she had given the invita-
ton and had left him, she went back
to say:
"Oh, by the way, Mr.. Galbraith, I
think papa has heard something
more about those pine lands-up at
Red Lake, you know. They are not
worth nearly as much as he thought
they were. I think he is trying very
hard not to believe it, but
She stopped abruptly, not because
of any maidenly embarrassment, but
because she had the rare faculty of
knowing when she had said enough.
Mr.. Andrew Galbraith's smile was
shrewdly inscrutable, and what he
said touched upon the pine land mat
ter only as it might be doubl' en-
tendre.
II thank you, Miss Margery. I
shall be very happy to join your
launch party"
From the summer resort hotel on
ho 1o1y G,.s1
to the telegraph office and sent a
brief message to a far-away mining
camp in the Rockies. What she wrote
on the square of yellow paper was
we'll within the ten-word limit, but it
was fraughtwith consequences to JAS
per Grierson out of all proportion
to it's brevity. HE has broken faith,
and you may come" was the message
licked off by the wires into western
space. And when she had paid for
it, and had seen it shot bullet-wise
up the pneumatic tube to the oper-
ating room, she sighed again. It was
another bridge burned; a bridge of
price to young person whose am
billions were chiefly social.
A1CCA Cu1S SuC uAoVC AOuC W uOu
her simplest gown while the man was
putting up the high-swung trap and
the big English horse, and making
; ready the pony and the Phaeton.
She made a long round in the
, phaeton, driving herself. It began
! on the manufacturing side of town,
and ended there, and was house-to-
} house visitation in the quarter occu-
pied by the cottages of the iron
works men. She saw few of the men;
. but she did better. She saw and
talked with the wives of the men.
, What she said to the women, and
/ what her saying of it was like to &C
complish was set forth in a brief con-
[ ference with Edward Raymer at the
iron works office-a conference with
; which the morning of conferences
ended. ~
She found Raymer alone in the
Office, and was glad enough for that,
| 81 don't know what you will think
: of me for meddling in this,'' she said
: when she had told him what she had
been doing. .s> = - III L..
), "You may say very justly that il
wasn't any Of my business; but I saw
!; or thought I saw, a chance for a
! woman to do what all you men could
MT seem to do. So ] did my part, and