The Princeton union., 1906-02-01

10 visitors came to the house. for it
was known that Mr.. Carewc desired to
present his daughter to no one until he
presented her to ALL Fanchon Bareaud,
indeed, made one hurried and embar-
rassed call, evading Miss Bettys refer
ence to the chevalier Of the kitten with
dexterity too nimble to be thought
un1ntentional. Miss CareWe was for
hidden to return her friends visit until
after her debut, and Mr.. Carewe ex-
planned that there were always some
| worthless young men hanging about
Bareaud's, where, he did not add, they
interfered with a worthy old one who
| desired to honor Fanchon's older sister,
Virginia, with his attentions.
This was no great hardship for Miss
Betty, as since plunging into the rev
| olution with her great-uncle, she had
lost some curiosity concerning the men
Of today, doubling that they would
show forth as heroic, as debonair, gay
and tragic as he. He was the legend
ary hero of her childhood. She remem-
bered her mothers stories of him per-
haps more clearly than she remember
ed her mother, and one of the older
sisters had known him in Paris and
had talked of him at great length, CIV
ing the flavor of his dandyism and his
beauty at first hand to his young rela-
tive.
In the library hung 4 small full
| length drawing Of Georges, done in
color by Miss Retty's grandmother,
and this she carried to her own room
] and studied long and ardently until
| sometimes the man himself seemed to
stand before her
Miss Betty had an impression that
| her grandmother's art Of portraiture
would have been more successful with
| the profile than the ''full face" Never
theless, nothing could be more clearly
Indicated than that the hair of NJ
Meilhac was very yellow and his short,
huge lapeled waistcoat white, striped
with scarlet. An enormous cravat
covered his chin; the heavy collar Of
his yellow coat rose behind his cars,
while it's tails fell to his ankles, and
the tight trousers Of white and yellow
stripes were tied with white ribbons
about the middle of the calf He wore
| white stockings and gold buckled yel-
low shoes and on the back Of his head
a jauntily cooked black hat. Miss
Betty innocently wondered why his
letters did not speak Of Petion, Of
Vergniaud or of Dumoriez. since in
the historical novels which she read
the hero's lot was inevitably linked
| with that Of every one of Importance
| In his generation. Yet Georges ap-
peared to have been unacquainted
with these personages. Robespierre
being the only name of consequence
mentioned in his letters, and then it
appeared in much the same fashion
practiced by her father in alluding to
the governor Of the state, who had the
misfortune to be unpopular With Mr..
Carewe. But this did not dim her
great-uncle's luster in Miss Betty's
eyes or lessen for her the pathetic
romance of the smile he Wore
Beh0ldlng this smile, one remember
ed the end to which his light footsteps
had led him, and it was unavoidable to
picture him left lying in the empty
street behind the heels of the flying
crowd, carefully forming that same
smile on his lips and taking much
| pride In passing with some small, cyn-
| ical speech, murmured to himself, con-
cerning the inutility Of a gentleman's
getting shot by his friends for merely
being present to applaud them. So,
fancy1ng him thus With his yellow hair,
| his scarlet striped waistcoat and his
tragedy, the young girl felt a share of
family greatness or at least of pictur-
esqueness descend to her, and she
smiled sadly back upon the smile in
| the picture and dreamed about it's orig
inal night after night.
Whether OF no another figure, that of
dark young man in a white hat, with
white kitten etching his wrist in red,
found place in her dreams at this period
| 1t is impossible to determine She did
| not see him again. It is quite another
thing, hazardous to venture, to state
that he did not see her. At all events,
| it is certain that many people who had
| never beheld her We're talking Of her;
that Rouen was full of contention con-
cerning her beauty and her gift Of mu-
sic, for song can be heard through
an open window. And how did it hap
pen that Crailey Gray knew that it
! was Miss Carewe's habit to stroll in her
garden for half an hour or so each
! evening before retiring and that she
went to mass every morning soon aft
er sunrise? Crailey Gray never rose
| at or near sunrise in his life though
| he sometimes beheld it from another
point Of view, as the end of the even
| Ing. 1t appears that some one must
have told him.
One night when the moon lay white
on the trees and housetops Miss Betty
paused in her evening promenade and
seated herself upon a bench on the
borders Of the garden, wrought upon
by the tender incentive to sighs and
melancholy which youth in loneliness
finds in q 10vn1inoSs of +Lo oo.+l, g.,