The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1905-07-27

mlrrored happiness and vague perils?
Was Iris, the crystal souled, thrown
to him by the storm dashed wave, to
and malign influence?
In the mere physical effort to assure
himself that she was still near to him
he gathered her up in his strong hands.
Yes, she was there, breathing, wonder
ing, palpitating. He folded her closely
to his breast and, yielding to the pas
slonate >longings of his tired heart,
whispered to her:
My darling, do you think can sur
vive your loss? You are life itself to
me. If we have to die, sweet one, let
US die together
neck
II am quite, quite happy now" she
sobbed brokenly. 81 didn't imagine
it would come-this way, butt am
thankful-it has Gomez
For little while they yielded to the
glamour of the divine knowledge that
amid the chaos of eternity each soul
had found it's mate. There was no need
for words. Love, tremendous in it's
power, unfathomable in its mystery,
had cast its spell over them. They
were CARRIED in light, throned in a pal
ace built by fairy hands. On all sides
sQuatted the ghouls of privation, mis-
cry, danger, even grim death; but they
needed not the inferno; they had Gre
q in =,
Then Iris withdrew herself from the
mans embrace. She was delightfully."-
shy and timid now.
$50 you really do love me?' she whis-
pered, crimson faced, with shining eyes
and parted lips.
He fondled her hair and gently rub
bed her cheek with his rough fingers.
The sudden sense of ownership of this
fair woman was enhancing. It almost
bewildered him to find Iris nesting
close, clinging to him in utter conf
dence and trust.
"But knew, knew" she murmur-
edo "You betrayed yourself so many
times. You wrote your secret to me,
and, though you did not tell me, 1
found your dear words on the sands
and have treasured them next my
heart
What girlish romance was this? He
held her away gingerly, just so far
that he could look into her eyes.
"Oh, it is true, quite true" she cried,
drawing the locket from her neck.
"Don't you recognize your own hand
writing, or were you not certain, just
then, that you really did love me?"
Dear, dear! How often would she re-
peat that wondrous phrase! Together
they bent over the tiny slips of paper.
There it was again, II love you," twice
blazoned in magic symbols. With
blushing eagerness she told him how,
by mere accident, Of course, she caught
sight of her own name. It was not
very wrong, was it, to pick up that
tiny scrap or those others, which she
could not help seeing and which un-
folded their simple tale so truthfully?
Wrong! It was so delightfully."- right
that he must kiss her again to empha-
size his convictions.
They grew calmer, more sedate It
was SO undeniably true they loved one
another that the fact was becoming
venerable with age. Iris was perhaps
the first to recognize it's quiet certain
ty.
CAS- I cannot get you to talk reason
ably" she protested, II must appeal
to your sympathy. I am hungry, and,
Oh, so thirsty"
The girl had hardly eaten q mOrsel
for her midday neal Then she was
Respondent, utterly broken hearted.
Now she was filled with new hope
There was a fresh motive in existence.
half century she would never never
leave him, nor, of course, could he ever,
ever leave her. Some things were
quite impossible-for example, that
they should part.
jerks brought her biscuit, tin of
meat and that most doleful cup of
champagne.
ut is not exactly frappe,'' he said,
handing her the insipid beverage, "but,
under other conditions, it is wine al
most worthy to toast you in
She fancied she had never before DO
ticed what a charming smile he had,
Toast is peculiarly suitable
word,'' she cried II am simply triz-
cling. In these warm clothes''-
She stopped. For the first time since
that prehistoric period when she was
''Miss Deane" and he "Mr. jerks she
remembered the manner of her gar
ments.
1T is not the warm clothing you feel
so much as the want Of air." explained
the sailor readily. "This tarpaulin has
made the place very stuffy, but we
must put up with it until shutdown. By
the way, what is that?'
: A light tap on the tarred canvas di-
rectly over his head had caught his
ear. Iris, glad Of the diversion, told
him she had heard the noise three or
four times, but fancied it was caused
by the occasional rustling Of the sheet
on the uprights.
jerks had not allowed his attention
to wander altogether from external