The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1903-12-24

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At the first glance the young lady
affected me most singularly. She had
remarkable eyes, rather long and under
level, finely marked broWs, the iris be-
ing of a warm brown, darkening very
slightly toward the pupil, and thus CIV
ing an effect of intensity. When she
looked at me, it seemed as if those
eyes meant more than ordinary, but
what they meant I could not guess.
They embarrassed and at the same
time enticed me.
She had unusual color in the lips,
which were delicately nodded, yet
rather full. Upon the whole the lower
part of the face was the more encour-
aging to the physiognomist, promising
Nsuch qualities rs are priced in women
The brow looked dangerously intelli-
gent, and tho eyes were an unfathOm-
able puzzle.
l speak Of these matters with par
= ticularity because her face impressed
me thus in detail rather than in gen
eral. For this reason | did not think
of her as beautiful woman; one does
not pick beauty to pieces. Miss La
MONIES cOuntenance was interesting
and notable; she would surely be
girl to twist the necks of people as she
walked along the street. AS a rule,
l am not attracted by startling
woman; | prefer the perfection of
type, the beauty that may pass unno-
ticed except by the discerning How
ever, upon this occasion I was not in
mood to be exacting.
The fact is that I was happy, jolly,
!. out for good time. The previous day
had left it's mark on me, and the
shadows Of the night were gone. I was
glad through and through that 1 had
found my father so hale and strong,
so prosperous and CHEEKY. My affec-
ton for him frightened the world, it
made the thought of my own fortunate
condition an unmixed delight for be-
tween us there could be no question
OF burdensome obligation. Moreover,
1 had my own ideas of useful and
agreeable work in the future, and the
present was 4 holiday.
MIR. and Mrs. Gushing, who rode with
us, were in high spirits. had never
met the lady before, but we We're
friends in three minutes. That couple
We're the sort of people who laugh, not
vacantly, but from the sense of humor.
they seemed to find a jest in every
thing, and as 4 rule it was a good one.
Miss Lamoinc entered into the spirit
of the occasion, yet with different
manner She seemed to have her own
view of matters, even the most trivial,
and she gave this impression in way
that is wholly indefinable
She was not in the slightest degree
reticent as that word is ordinarily un-
derstood, and yet often, when she had
finished speaking, I caught myself
waiting for her to proceed and after
ward vaguely wondering what she
would have said had she not chosen to
withhold part Yet her manner was
so perfectly unaffected that the elusive
nature of her thought constituted sin
gular fascination. She produced upon
me the effect Of one who by virtue Of
some unique experience or natural gift
beholds in all things more than is seen
by the general.
1t is possible that l exaggerat ted her
powers. 1t may be that l thought her
seeress because she could see through
memo very great feat as l view it
now. One will meet in this life now
and then person who, without ell
croachment or the faintest suggestion
OF an overprompt familiarity, will dis
play at the first meeting that compre-
tension which one expects only from
friend. When that person is il pretty
girl, the effect is most deliciously fiat
ter1ng to man whose nature is not
too gross for the perception of such
matters. He longs to respond, and if
he fails not blunderngly, but by Sc
ries of too small successes, why, the
chances are that the poor fellow will
not know when to stop trying 1 didn't.
The day at the golf links developed
no important incident. I had a re-
markably good time - enjoyed every
thing, met strangers with an affability
quite foreign to my nature, took deep
interest IN golf, though it was q wholly
new game to me, and in Irritation,
Which was not new game, yet differ.
cnt this time
Two days later l aWoke with a start,
Hot from SlumDer, or course, nor from
any form Of coma. simply from fol.
~ 1T was letter from my father that
woke me. Naturally there was not a
word IN 1t that remotely referred to
Miss Lamoine, of whose existence I
had no reason to suppose that he had
ever heard. There was no mention Of
Slbyl. There was merely the common
place phrase. you'll be coming home
in day or two"
Yes, I'd be coming home. \ nice
kind of prodigal. I had wasted nv
heart. The thought went through nv
head, and grotesquely was reminded
Of misleading Of the Scripture COM
mltted many years ago by a fellow
scholar in the Sunday school, "And
they killed him for a fatted calf"
That was what had been, just a calf,
and killing would be too good for me.
knowing nv fatbor'S wishes bo1