The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-07-05

whats the latest?"
Papa was on the verge of collapse
this morning, and yet he was striving
so bravely and nobly to bear up. No
one knows what that man suffers; 1t
makes him gloomy all the time about
everything. Just before l left, he was
saying that, when one considers the
number Of American homes in which
a green salad is never served, one must
be appalled,. Are you appalled,, auntie
But that isn't it,
Nothing has happened?"
| well, there'll be no sensation about
it in the papers tomorrow, but very
dreadful thing has happened Papa
has suffered one of the cruelest blows
of his life. l fancy he didn't sleep at
all last night, and he looked thorough
ly bowled over this morning"
"But what is it,"
| "Well-oh, it's awful!-frst of all
there were six dozen of early-bottled,
| 1875 Chateau Laftte-that was the bit
terest-but he had to see the rest 20,
| too-Chateau Margeaux of 'SO-some
terribly ancient port and Madeira-the
dryest kind of sherry-a lot of fine,
full clarets Of II and '7s-oh, you can't
know how agonizing it was to him
I've heard them so often l know them
all myself"
But what on earth about them?"
Nothing, only the Cosmopolitan
clubs wine cellar-auctioned off, you
know. For over year papa has
looked forward to it. He knew every
bottle of wine in it. He could
| recite the list without looking at
it. Sometimes he sounded like a
French lesson-and he's been un-
der fearful strain ever since
the announcement was made Well.
the great day came yesterday, and poor
pater simply couldn't bid in single
| drop. 1t needed ready money, you
know. And he had hoped so cheerfully
all the time to do something. 1t broke
his heart, I'm sure, to see that Cha
teau Lafitte go-and only imagine. 1t
was bid in by the butler of that odious
Higbee. You should have heard papa
| rail about the vulgar nouveaux riches
when he came home-he talked quite
like an anarchist. But by tonight he'll
| be blaming me for his misfortunes
That's why / chose to stay here with
YOU"
Poor Horace. Whatever are YOU
going to do?"
We'll, dearie, as for me, it doesn't
look as if could do anything but one
| thing. And here Is my ardent young
| Croesus coming out Of the west
You called him your athletic Bay
ard once.'
THE others more to the point at
present. And what else can l do?
! Oh, If some one would just be brave
enough to live the raw. quivering life
with me, I could do it, 1 give you my
word. could let everything go by the
board-but | am so alone and so help
less and no man is equal to it, now
adays. All of us here seem to be con-
tent to order half portion of life"
Child. those dreams are beautiful.
but they're like those flying machines
| that are constantly being tested by the
credulous Inventors A wheel or a
pinion goes wrong and down the silly
things come tumbling.''
Very well; then l shall be wise-I
| suppose l shall be-and I'll do it
quickly. This fortune of good gold
| shall propose marriage to me at once.
and be accepted-so that l shall be
able to look my dear old father in the
face again-and then, after I'm mar
ried-well, don't blame me for any,
thing that happens"
I'm sure you'll be happy with him
its only your silly notions. He's in
love with you.''
THAT makes me hesitate. He really
is a mani like him-see this letter.
long review from the Already Tyre
Of the poem he wrote, poem consist
ing of 'Avice Milbrey.' The reviewer
has been quite enthusiastic over it. too
written from some awful place in
Montana
What more could you ask? He'll be
kind"
You don't understand. Mutterchen.
He seems too decent to marry that
way anu yCI ~ lue Ouly way l cOulu
| marry him. And after he found me
out-oh. think of what marriage is
he'd have to find it out couldn't act
long-doubtless he wouldn't even be
kind to me them
You are morbid, chill.
But I will do it; shall; I will be
a credit to my training-and I shall
learn to hate him and he will have to
learn-well, great deal that he
doesn't know about women"
She stared into the fire and added,
after a moments silence:
"Oh, if a man only could live I'D to
the verses he cuts out of magazines!"
CHAPTER TX.
WITH THE BARBARIC HOSTS.
History repeats itself so cleverly,
with variance Of stage-settings and
accessories so cunning, that the repe-