The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-03-10

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asked me It could think of anything
tnat you might like better and put in
place of 1t and wrote The Time Has
Come, because it was the only thing
l could think of that was as appropri-
ate ana as fetching as your headlines.
be was perfectly dear about it. He
was SO serious. He said he feared it
Wouldnt be acceptable. I didn't notice
that the paper he handed me to write
on was part of his notes; nor did he, l
think. Afterward he put it back in his
pocket. 1t wasn't message"
I'm not so sure he did not notice.
ne Is very wise. Do you know, have
the impression that the old fellow
wanted me to meet you"
HOW dear and good of him!' She
spoke earnestly, and her face was suf-
1used with warm light. There was
no doubt about her meaning what she
said.
III Was,' John answered unsteadily.
HE knew how great was my need of
few minutes companionableness
with-with'-
NO." she interrupted. 81 meant dear
and good to me. l think he was think
Ing OF me. 1t was for my sake he
wanted us to meet"
It might have been hard to convince
q woman if she had overheard this
speech. that Miss Sherwood's humility
was not the calculated affectation of
coquette. Sometimes mans unsus-
p1clon is wiser, and HAIRLESS knew
that she was not flirting with him. In
addltlon, he was not a fatuous man;
he did not extend the implication Of
her words nearly so far as she would
have had him.
But had met you," said he, "long
ago"
"What!' she cried, and her eyes
danced. 'You actually remembers"
| "Yes. Do you?" he answered. 81
stood in Jones' field and heard you
singing, and remembered. 1t was a
long time since had heard you sing:
Il was a ruf1ler Of Flanders
| And fought for FORMS hire.
You were the dame of my captain
! And sang to my hearts DESIRE
But that is the balladist's notion.
The truth is that you were a lady at
the court of Clovis, and 1 was a heath
en- captive. l heard you sing Chris
tan hymn and asked for BAPTISM
She did not seem overpleased with
his fancy, for, the surprise fading from
her face, ooh, that was the way you
remembered" she said.
perhaps it was not that way alone.
You won't despise me for being mawk-
ish tonight?" he asked. 81 haven't had
the chance for so long,"
The night air wrapped them warmly,
and the balm of the little breezes that
stirred the foliage around them was
the smell Of damask roses from the
garden. The creek splashed over the
pebbles at their feet, and a drowsy
bird, half Weakened by the moon. Groom
ed dangerously in the sycamores The
girl looked out at the sparkling water
through downcast lashes. SIS it be-
cause it is so transient that beauty is
pathetic" she said, because we can
never. come back to it in quite the
same way? 1 am sentimental girl.
If you are born so it is never entirely
leased out Of you, is it? Besides, to-
night is all dream. 1t isn't real, you
know. You couldn't be mawkish."
Her tone was gentle as caress, and
It made him tingle to his finger tips
GLOW do you know?" he asked.
II just know. Do you think I'm
very bold and forward?" she said
dreamily.
ut was your song I wanted to be
sentimental about. am like one who
through long days of toil'-only that
doesn't quite apply-'and nights devoid
of ease but I can't claim that one
doesn't sleep we'll here; it is Plattvilles
specialty-like one who
"Still heard in his soul the music
OF wonderful Melodies
EYES," she answered, ito come here
and to do what you have done and to
live this isolated village life that must
be so desperately dry and dull for
man of your sort, and yet to have the
kind of heart that makes wonderful
melodies sing in itself-oh,'' she cried,
II say that is finer
"You do not understand" he return
ed sadly, wishing before her to be un-
mercifully just to himself 81 came
here because I couldn't make living
anywhere else. And the wonderful
melodies'-I have only known you one
evening-and the Melodies He rose
to his feet and took few steps toward
the garden. "Come," he said, "let me
take you back. Let us go before p
He finished with helpless laugh.
She stood by the bench, one hand
resting on it. She stood all in the
tremulant shadow. She moved one
step toward him, and a single long
silver Of light pierced the sycamores
and fell upon her head. He gasped.
"What was it about the melodies ?"
she said.
Nothing. don't know how to thank
you for this evening that you have CIV
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