The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-03-17
"Honey, hit bald luck sing 'fo' bredkfats'. :"

''Honey, hit bald luck sing 'to' breazfq.s' F."
water cart since the morning stars We're
bright, but he might as we'll have wa
tered the streets with his tears, which,
indeed, when the farmers began to
come in, bringing their cyclones Of
dust, he drew nigh unto after a burst
of profanity as futile as his cart.
''Tief vie das Nicer soil define Liebe sein,''
humned the editor in the cottage. His
song had taken on a reflective tone, as
that Of one who cons a problem or
unsteady ponders which card to play
He was kneeling before an old trunk in
his bedchamber. From one compart-
ment he took neatly folded pair of
duck trousers and light gray tweed
coat, from another a straw hat with
ribbon Of bright colors. He examined
these musingly. They had lain in the
trunk for long time undisturbed. He
shook the coat and brushed it. Then he
laid the garments upon his bed and
proceeded to shave himself carefully,
after which he donned the white trou-
sers the gray coat and, rummaging in
the trunk again, found gay pink era
vat, which he fastened about his tall
collar (also a resurrection from the
trunk) with pearl pin. He took long
time to arrange his hair with pair of
brushes. When at last it suited him
and his dressing was complete, he sal
lied forth to breakfast.
Xenophon stared after him as he went
out of the gate whistling heartily. The
old darby lifted his hands, palms out
ward.
Liam name, who dat?' he exclaimed
aloud. ''Who dat in dem panjingeries!
He gone jine de circusv' His hands
fell upon his knees, and he got to his
feet automatically, shaking his head
with foreboding. "Honey, honey, hit
bald luck, bald luck sing 'fo' breakfus'.
Trouble TO de day be done. Trouble,
honey, great trouble. Bald luck, bald
luckr'
Along the square the passing of the
editor in his cool equipments was a
progress, and wide were the eyes and
deep the gasps Of astonishment caused
by his festal appearance. Mr.. Tibbs
and his sister rushed from the post
Office to stare after him.
"He looks just beautiful, Solomon"
said Miss Tibbs.
HAIRLESS usually ate his breakfast
alone, as he was the latest riser in
Plattville. There were days in the
winter when he did not reach the hotel
until 8 o'clock. This morning he found
q bunch Of white roses, still wet with
dew and so fragrant that the whole
room was fresh and sweet with their
odor, prettily arranged in a bowl on
the table, and at his plate the largest
of all with pin through the stem. He
looked up smilingly and nodded at the
red faced, red haired waitress who was
waving a long fly brush over his head.
''Thank you, Charmion," he said.
''That's very pretty"
"That old Mr.. Windy was here" she
answered, ''and he left word for you to
| look out The whole possetucky of
JOhnsons from the Crossroads passed
| his house this mornin', comm this
way, and he see Bob Skillet on the
square when he got to town. He left
them flowers. Mrs Windy sent 'em to
ye. I didn't bring 'em."
'Thank you for arranging Them
She turned even redder than she al
ways was and answered nothing, Wig
orously darting her brush at an mag
mary fly on the cloth. After several
minutes she said abruptly, you're well
GOMEZ
There was a silence, finally broken
by long, gasping sigh. Astonished,
he looked at the girl. Her eyes were
set unfathomably upon his pink tie.
The wand had dropped from her nerve
less hand, and she stood rapt and i'm.
movable. She started violently from