The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-04-21

PRINCETON UNION:
late events and particularly about the
tremendous news of Fisbee. Judd Ben
nett looked out through the rainy door
way at the latter with reverence and a.
fine pride Of townsmanship. He de-
clared it to be his belief that Fisbee
and Parker were waiting for her now.
| For all Carlow knew why Fisbee had
| gone to meet the strange lady at the'
station when she had come to visit
the Briscoes, why he had come with
her to the lecture, why he had taken
supper at the Briscoes' three times and
dinner twice when she was there. Fis-
bee had told the story to Parker on a
melancholy afternoon as they sat to-
gether in the Herald Office, and Parker
had told the town. 1t was simple
enough indeed, and Fisbee's past was
a mystery no longer. 1t might have
been revealed years before had there
been anything in particular to reveal
and if it had ever occurred to Fisbee
to talk of himself and his affairs.
Things had habit of not occurring to
Fisbee.
Mr.. Parker, very nervous himself,
felt his companions elbow trembling
against his own as the great engine.
reeking in the mist and sending great
clouds Of white vapor up to the sky,
swooped down the track, rushed by
them and came to standstill beyond
the platform. Fisbee and the foreman
made haste to the nearest vestbule
and were gazing blankly at it's barred
approaches when they heard a silvery
laugh behind them and an exclamation.
upstairs and downstairs and in nv
lady's chamber! Just behind YOU,
dear"
Turning quickly, the foreman beheld
a blushing and smiling little vision,
vision with light brown hair, a vision
enveloped in light brown rain cloak
and with brown gloves from which
the handles of big brown travelling
bag were let fall as the vision dis
| appeared under the cotton umbrella,
while the smitten Judd Bennett reeled
gasping against the station.
Dearest" the girl cried to the old
man, you should have been looking
for me between the devil and the deep
sea, the parlor car and the smoker!
I've given up cigars, and I've begun
to study economy, SO didn't come on
eitherv'
The drizzle and mist blew in under
the top Of the "cut UNDER as they
drove rapidly into town, and bright lit
tie drops sparkled on the fair hair
above the new editors forehead and on
the long lashes above the new EDITORS
cheeks She shook these transient
gems off lightly as she paused in the
doorway of the Office at the top Of the
rickety stairway.
Mr.. Schofield had just added the last
touch to his decorations and managed
to slide into his coat as the party came
up the stairs, and now, perspiring,
proud, embarrassed, he assumed an at
htude at once deprecatory of his en-
deavors and pointedly expectant Of
| Communications for the results. Gle
was modest youth and conscious.
After his first sight of her as she stood
in the doorway it was several days be-
fore he could lift his distressed; eyes
under the new EDITORS glance or, in
deed, dare to avail himself of more
than hasty and futtering stare at
her when her back was turned) AS
| she entered the room he sided along
the wall and laughed sheepishly at
nothing.
Every chair in the room was orna-
mented with one Of his blue rosettes,
tied carefully and firmly to the middle
slat Of each chair back. There had
been several yards of ribbon left over,
and there was hard knot of glossy
satin Oh each Of the inkstands and on
the doorknobs A blue band passing
around the stovepipe lent it an antique
rakishness suggestive Of the charioteer,
and number of streamers suspended
from hook in the ceiling encouraged
a suppOsition that the employees of the
Herald were contemplating the in
tricate festivities of May day. 1t need
ed no ghost to infer that these garni-
chamber during Mr.. Harkless' activity,
but, on the contrary, had been put in
place that very morning. Mr.. Fisbee
had not known Of the decorations, and
as his eye fell upon them a faint look
of pain passed over his brow. But the
girl examined the room with dancing
eye, and there were both tears and
laughter in her heart
GLOW beautiful she cried. "How
beautiful She crossed the room and
gave her hand to Ross. 1T is Mr..
Schofeld, isn't it? The ribbons are
delightful. I didn't know Mr.. Hank
less room was so pretty"
Ross looked out Of the window and
laughed as he took her hand, which he
shook with long up and down motion,
but he was set at better ease by her
apparent Inconsistencies of the fact
that the decorations were for her. "Oh,
| 1T amt vnroh roolxor, hi u,,1:od