The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-02-22

lady VINO allows an editor to fall IN
love with her.
However, there Was scant mention
Of the arrival of the volunteers upon
the scene," though none at all at the
cause OF their delay, and an eloquent
paragraph WAS devoted to their hand
some appearance, MI. Cummings hav-
ing been one OF those who insisted that
the new uniforms should be worn.
"Soon," said the Journal, Through the
daring OF tile chief Of the department
and the captain OF the hook and ladder
company, one of whom placed and
mounted the graphing ladder, over
which he WAS Immediately followed by
the other carrying the hose, stream
was sent to play upon the deyOuring ell
ement. Il feat Of derring-do personally
witnessed by majority of our readers.
Mr.. Vanrevel and Mr.. Gray were
joined by Eugene Madrillon, Tapping
ham Marsh and the editor of this pa
per, after which occurred the unfortu-
nate accident to the long ladder, leav-
ing the five named gentlemen in their
terrible predicament, face to face with
death in its most awful form. At this
frightful moment And all the rest
was about Miss Carewe.
AS Will himself admitted, he had
''laid himself out on that description"
One paragraph was composed Of short
sentences, each beginning with the
word "alone" "Alone she entered the
shattered door! Alone she set foot up
on the first flight of stairs! Alone she
assembled the second! Alone she mount
ed the third! Alone she lifted her hand
to the trap! Alone she opened it!' She
was declared to have made her appear
ance to the unfortunate prisoners on
the roof, even as ''the palm laden dove
to the despairing Noah," and Will also
asserted repeatedly that she was the
heroine Of the hour"
Miss Betty blushed to see her name
so blazoned forth in print, but she
lacked one Kind Of vanity and failed to
find go'M reason for more than a some
what troubled laughter, the writer's
purpose was so nlanifestly kind in
spite of the bizarre result.
ooh, wish MI Cummings hadn't!
she exclaimed 1T would have been
better not to speak of me at all, of
course. But l can't see that there is
anything to resent. 1t is so funnyr'
Funny" MI. Carewe repeated the
word in a cracked falsetto, with the
evident intention of hooking her, and
at the same time hideously contorted
his face into a grotesque idiocy of eX-
preston, pursuing his lips so extremely
and setting his brows so awry that
his other features We're carried out Of
all familiar likeness, effecting an alter
alton as shocking to behold in man Of
his severe cast Of countenance as was
his falsetto mimicry to hear. She rose
in a kind of terror. perceiving that this
contortion was produced in burlesuue
of her own expression. and as he press
ed nearer her stepped back. overturn-
ing her chair. She had little recollec-
ton Of her father during her childhood,
and as long as she could remember no
one had spoken to her angrily or even
roughly.
AS she retreated from him he leaned
forward, thrUsting the hideous mask
closer to her white and horror stricken
face.
You can't see anything to resent in
that!' he gibbered. Its so funny, is
it? Funny! Funny! Funny, I'll show
you whether it's funny or not! I'll
show YOU! His voice rose almost to
a shrek. You hang around fires, do
you, Oh the public streets at night?
You're a nice one for me to leave in
charge Of my house while I'm away,
you trollop. What did you mean by
going up on that roof? You knew that
rascal Vanrevel was there! You did,
I say, you knew itv'
She ran toward the door with a
frightened cry. But he got between it
ana her, menacing her with his up
raised open hands, shaking them over
her.
you're a lovely daughter, aren't
your he shouted hoarsely. 'You knew
perfectly we'll who was on that roof,
and you went Didn't you go? An
swer me that! If I'd had arms about
me when I got there I'd have shot that
man dead! He was on my property
giving orders, the black hound! And
when ordered him out he told me if
interfered with his work before it was
finished he'd have me thrown out-me
that owned the whole place-and there
wasn't man that would lend me a pis-
toll! Rescue: You'd better rescue
him from me, you palm laden dove, for
I'll shoot him, will! I'll kill that
dog, and he knows it. He can buster
in crowd, but he'll hide now! He's
a coward and''-
. 'He came home with me. He brought
me home last night!' Her voice rang
out in the room like that Of some other
person, and she hardly knew that it
was herself who spoke.
"You lie!' he screamed, and fell back
from her, his face working as though
under the dominance of some physical
disorder, the flesh of it plastic beyond
conception, so that she cried out and