The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-03-06

TERS,'
as you have occasion to know, if my
memory serves me-
"Oh, you be DID," said Mac. his
eyes filling. He had not sworn at me
for many days, and it was hearten-
ing. when will you go?"
"To-morrow, if you'll lend US the
team and the blackboard. Neither of
us have more than the clothes we
stand in, you know"
He was silent for a good while, and
then he said:
May l go up to the house and see
her?-just for minute? You can
do the chaperon act"
mo"
For a half-minute, then?''
mo. We both know the circum-
stances, and that she can't really
mourn him. But we mustn't forget
that he was her husband.''
That's so. Good-by, and God
bless you, old man." He wrung nv
hand again, and was gone; and I did
not return to the farm house until
back at the turn of the road.
And on the morrow we left the
SCARED valley, Winifred and I, and
caught the train at the Fort, and
were welcomed with open arms by
Letitia, who was SO grateful for the
added odd pounds of flesh that I
brought back in my proper person
that she was lovingly gracious to
Winifred. And later, when she had
come to hope more for me, and to
love the schoolmistress for her own
sake, my part was still harder to
play; for, as have limited, my sister
is born maker of matches. Indeed,
1 may as well confess that I should
have made a sorry failure of it if I
had not warned Letitia off by telling
her the truth, and SO made her Mac
pherson's advocate instead of mine.
Long before the SHOWS came to
stop the work on the placer bar, An
gus fulfilled his own prophecy.
acted as his broker in Denver, and
went cunning from time to time for
| Glenlivat stock. It was pot-hunting,
for the greater part. The stock
holders were only too willing to be
out of it at any price, and the last
block of stock cost us little more
than the transfer fee. Angus was
jubilant, as he had a right to be; and
when he was once more the king of
the Torolito, he wrote me at length,
detailing his plans. There was to be
new house, and a great stock farm
with ancestored beasts, and few
more settlers picked and chosen from
among our friends, for all of which
the placer bar promised to be re-
sponsible-and kept it's promise.
The spring was we'll afoot on the
eastern plains when next we saw the
sheltered valley nesting between it's
snow-crowned mountains, and trav-
ersed by the sparkling waters of the
Torolito. But for the lower sweep
of the snow-caps, it might have
seemed but days instead of months
since we left it together, Winifred
and I. We had driven up from the
| fort, she to take her summer school
again, so Letitia had assured me, and
to try if the dry upland air might
give me yet another reprieve and a
little longer lease of life.
It was high noon when we emerged
from tn cliff-shadowed portal of the
Six-Mile and looked once more upon
the scene which had grown dear to
both of US. Winfield drew a long
breath and her eyes were shining.
had thought her beautiful before,
but the winter in Denver, with the
crushing burden lifted forever, had
made her more than beautiful.
THE dear old valley!" she said.
1T is like coming home to get back
to it. Is that Mr.. Macpherson's new
house?"