The Princeton union., 1905-06-01

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rheumatism is better, and maybe can
help little up at the hall, and so we
can manage even if am not married
for two or three years. Oh. love him
SO, mother! You can't imagine how
love him! And he is going away!
The mother could stand it no longer.
She tossed Brenda's fair head away
from her as if it had been a worthless
sweet potato and marched into the
house, mimicking her lovesick daugh-
ter's tone as she did So
The day came when John Masters
was to sail. The engagement was to
be kept perfectly quiet for the present.
In order to that end Martin Mears was
to be allowed to come to the Gilbert
cottage occasionally, but Brenda had
declared that she should never say one
word to any young man to amuse or
entertain him. Her lover should never
have the slightest cause for jealousy.
AS he walked off down the cedar ave-
nue., tall, straight, dignified, she
thought he was the handsonlest and
truest man in the world, and she was
sure that none had ever loved anybody
as he loved her He had promised to
write at once upon reaching America
and to tell her then how to address
him. Brenda waited eagerly for the
letter
The next steamer did not get in un-
til a fortnight later. 1t arrived on a
Sunday, and the mails were opened on
Monday. Brenda could not get away
in the morning. She thought it was
not likely that she could receive the
mail if she did, for such matters move
slowly in the islands. In the afternoon
she went; there was nothing for her.
But that was not very strange, she re-
flected. She really ought not to expect
anything before another steamer
But that brought nothing and neither
did the next. Brenda began to look
pale and wretched. Six months passed.
Still she had received no letter.
All Of this time Martin Mears was
faithful, but not obtrusively so. When
the West India boats came in, pome-
granates and persimmons found their
way humbly to Brenda from him. He
brought his new horse up to show her
Horses are rare and expensive in Ber-
muda-but Martin was f1ourishing and
gave her to understand that he did not
mind little thing like that
When the year had rolled around
again and still there had been no word
for her from John Masters, Brenda
was sitting under great Pride of In
Ola tree near her home one evening
when Martin came strolling up. She
was in soft and tender mood, and his
Difference and devotion seemed CRATE
full to her humiliated spirit. He hand
ed her little book which he said he
had found at the Tower of Hamilton
as he was passing by. 1t was about
the islands. Maybe she would like to
have it.
She took it and began to glance over
the pages in the dim light He talked
on quietly. Then he grew more earnest
"Oh, Brendav' he pleaded, his face
working with the passion which he
had kept in leash so many months.
i've waited so long and loved you so
all the time! know about that young
Masters-but, Brenda, he never meant
anything. He's all right, over there in
America-you can go up and ask his
folks on the hill there if he isn't-but
he isn't troubling himself about you.
And I am waiting for you. You will
never hear from him again. Probabl,
he Is courting another girl this very
minute"
"You lie, Martin Mears! You know
that you lie"' she cried huskily. "You
make me creep and crawl! Go away!