The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-03-13

NaYAsi" she said dfscreetly. You
can SO out another door leading from
this room, and the cure lives just above
on3 the top Of the hill.'
She opened creaking door. He shut
1t Tor an instant, clasped her to his
breast, then opened the door again,
drew his cap from his pocket, put it
on and was gone into the frosty night.
She shut the door slowly and went
back to the dancing room. 1t was
nearly filled, and dancers were clam
orlng for the fiddler and Marie AS
she entered the room Alphonse strut
ted over to her. -.
been for walk with the fiddler in
my coat?'' he said in a rough way.
"Here is your coat, and thank you,
Alphonse," she said quietly and re-
provingly.
lie flung it over his shoulder. ''Lucky
that the fiddler wasn't wearing it or
Ia never seen it again. Perhaps he
was running off with it and you STOP
ped him. eh?" he added.
She turned on him with a still, cold
face, her eyes all fire. "Behind his
PACK, Alphonse. It's so easy"
I'll say it to his face. He's only a
tramp anyway"
you'll find him at the cures" she
added coldly, turning away to Medal
lion.
Anxiety showed in Medallion's eyes.
what has happened?" he said.
She hesitated.
Il wish you would tell me-" he add
ed. Its better that girl should not
go through some things alone.'
Their eyes met. The love that he
had once borne her mother gave now a
kind of fatherliness to his look. Vague
| ~ she felt it and with her fresh, frank
nature responded at once.
You remember the story told aft.
er the dance Of the Little Wolf?' she
! asked.
He nodded. Eyes, yes.''
swell, that was all true. He-Ca-
mille-was studying for priest. It
could not be, and we parted. He has
come back; that's all.''
"What has he come back for?' Me-
dallion gravely asked.
A look Of triumph showed in her
eyes. What do you think?" she said.
us he priest now?"
mo"
"He is giving it all up for you, Ma
rie?"
"For me-" she said, with a proud
flash Of her brown eyes.
Medallion's' hand closed on hers
warmly, strongly. "Begad, he's a man. -
he said, "and, begad, you're worth it
and a hundred such men!
"Oh, you don't know, you don't know.
how good and brave he isv' she re-
joined.
Medallion smiled quizzically. "Ah, l
know men, and I know no man. nv
dear, that's as good as a woman! And
you're of the best. Where has he gone?''
Again smile crossed her face. To
woman there come but few moments
of triumph, only few great scenes in
her life. She could not resist the joy
of saying with a little dash of vanity,
HE has gone to the cure"
Medallion gave noiseless whistle.
Frank " and promptly he said: "Well,
happy new year to you both, my
girl! It's just now five minutes inside
the new year."
Meanwhile Alphonse had hurried from
the room and was hard on the trail of
Camille. Even in the vague glimmer
he could see swinging pride in the
bearing Of the stalwart youth striding
on in the moonlight. When he left the
house, he had no definite purpose in
his mind. Now he had a kind Of dev-
iltry which gets into the blood of men
when woman stands between them.
In the river drivers veins there beat
the shameless agony Of Abel's brother.
He broke into a run. Swifter, swifter!
Before Camille had half climbed the
hill to the cures house he was painting
hard after. A cry broke from him be-