The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-03-24

J4e, reckon you're mlgnty ureQ Walt
In for me. It's ben lonesome some
tines
do you see that tall old man up
there? said Helen, nodding her head
toward Martin. II think should like
to know him. I'm sure like him."
''That is old Tom Martin"
II know"
II was sorry and ashamed about all
that conspicuousness and shouting. 1t
must have been very unpleasant for
you. 1t must have been so for stran-
ger. Please try to forgive me for let
ting you in for it,
'But I liked it. 1t was all in the
family and it was so jolly and good
Aatured, and that dear old man was so
fright. Do you know" she went on in
low voice, 81 don't believe I'm so
much a stranger-I think I love all
these people a great deal-in spite Of
having known them only two days."
At that wild exhilaration possessed
him. He wanted to shake hands with
every soul in the tent, to tell them all
that he loved them with his whole
heart; but, what was vastly more i'm
portant, she loved them a great deal
in spite of having known them only
two days.
He made the horses prance on the
homeward drive, and once, when she
told him that she had read good many
of his political columns in the Herald,
he ran them into a fence. After this
it occurred to him that they were near
ing their destination and had come at
perversely sharp gait, so he held the
roans down to a snail's pace Gf it be
true that snairs natural gait is not a
troD for the rest Of the way, and they
talked or Tom Meredith and books and
music, and discovered that they diff
fered widely about Ibsen.
They found Mr.. Fisbee in the yard,
talking to Judge Briscoe. AS they
drove up and before the horses had
quite stopped Helen leaped to the
ground and ran to the old scholar with
both her hands outstretched to him.
He looked timidly at her and took the
hands she gave him; then he produced
from his pocket yellow telegraph en-
velope, watching her anxiously as she
received it. However, she seemed to
attach no particular Importance to it,
and instead Of opening it leaned to-
ward him, still holding one of his
hands.
'These awful old menw HAIRLESS
groaned inwardly as he handed the
horses over to the judge. II dare say
he'll kiss her too" But when the ed
itor and Mr. Willetts had gone it was
Helen who kissed Fisbee
''They're coming out to spend the
evening, aren't they?" asked Briscoe,
nodding to the young men as they set
off down the road.
"Lige has to come whether he wants
to or not" Minnie laughed rather con.
sciously. cts his turn tonight to look
after Mr.. Harkless."
II guess he won't mind coming" said
the judge.
"Well," returned his daughter, glanc-
ing at Helen, who stood apart reading
the telegram to Fisbee, 81 know if he
follows Mr.. HAIRLESS he'll get here
pretty soon after supper-as soon as
the moon comes up, anyway"
The editor of the Herald was late to
bis evening meal that night. It was
dusk when he reached the hotel, and
for the first time in history a gentle
man sat down to meat in that house
Of entertainment in evening dress
when he went in-the other boarders
had finished, and it was Cynthia s
"evening OUTPUT the landlord, Co.
lumbus Lands, came and attended to
his wants himself and chatted with
him while he ate.
'Theres picture of Henry Clay"
remarked Lands in obvious relevancy
to his companions attire-"there's a
picture CT Henry Clay somewheres
ernor Ray spoke here in one, Bodeffer
says; always wore one, except it was
higher built up n yourn about the col
lar and had brass buttons, I think.
Ole man Windy was here again to-
night" the landlord continued, chang
ing the subject. "He waited around fer
ye good while, but last he had to go.
Hes ben mighty wrought up sence the
trouble this morning an wanted to see
y
that Teller It knocked your hat off with
a club got mighty near tore to pieces
In the crowd before he got away.
Seems some of the boys re-cog- nized
him as one Of the Crossroads Skillets
and sicked the dogs on him, and he
had pretty mean time of it. Windy
says the Crossroads folks I'll be worse
n ever, and, says he, Tell him to stick
close to town. says he. They'll do
anything to git him now,' says he, and
resk anything told him you wouldn't
take no stock in what any one says,
and knowed well enough you'd laugh
that away. But, see here, we don't
put nothin' too mean for them folks. I
tell ye, Mr.. HAIRLESS, all Of us are
scared for ye."
The good fellow was so earnest that
when the EDITORS supper was finished
and he would have departed, Lands
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