The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-02-01

did dance, too instead Of SOlemnly
gliding about: in that mellow time so
long ago when the young were roman
tic and summer was roses and wine,
old Carcwc brought his lovely daughter
home from the convent to wreck the
hearts of the youth of Roucn.
That was not Il far journey; only an
afternoons drive through the woods
aud by the river in an April long ago,
Miss Rctty's harp carefully strapped
behind the great numbering carriage,
her guitar on the front scat half buried
under Il mound Of bouquets and oddly
shaped little bundles, farewell gifts of
her comrades and the good sisters. In
her left hand she clutched small lace
handkerchief, with which she now and
then touched her eyes, brimmcd With
the parting from Sister Cecilia, Sister
Mary BaZilede, the old stone steps and
all the girls, but for every time that
she lifted the dainty kerchief to brush
away the edge of a tear she took deep
breath Of the western woodland air
and smiled at least twice, for the years
Of strict Enclosure within ST. NIary's
walls and still gardens We're finished
and done With, and at last the many
colored world flashed and danced in
brilliant to the convent girl because it
contained men. She was eager to be-
hold it.
They rumblcd into town after sunset
in the fair twilight, the dogs barking
before them, and every one would have
been surprised to know that Tom Van
revcl, instead of Mr.. Crailcy Gray, was
the first to see her. BY the merest ac-
cident Tom was strolling near the Ca
reWe place at the time, and when the
carriage swung into the gates, with
rattle and clin1 and clouds of dust at
the finish, it was not too soon lost be-
hind the shrubbery and trees for Tom
to catch something more than 4
glimpse of 4 gray skirt behind a mound
Of flowers and Of a charming face with
parted lips and dark eyes beneath the
Scuttle of an enormous bonnet 1t hap
pcncd-perhaps it is more accurate to
say that Tom thought it happened
that she was just clearing away her
veil when he turned to look She blush
ed Suddenly-sO much was not to be
mistaken-and the eyes that met his
were remarkable for other reasons than
the sheer loneliness of them, in that,
even in the one flash Of them lie
caught, they meant so many things ut
one time. But, above all, these eyes
were fully conscious Of Tom Nanrevel.
Without realizing what he did Mr..
Vanrcyel stopped short. He had been
swinging walking stick, which, de-
scribing Il brief arc. remained poised
halfway in its descent There was
only that one glance between them, and
the carriage disappeared, leaving
scent of spring flowers in the air
The young man was left standing on
the wooden pavement in the midst of
a great loneliness, yet enveloped in the
aftcrglow, his soul roseate, his being
Quavcring, his expression, like his cane,
lnstantaneOuSly arrested. With such
prolnptitude and finish was he disposed
of that had Miss Carewe been aware
OF his name and the condition wrought
in him by the single stroke she could
have sought only the terse Richard of
England for Il like executive ability:
"OT with his head! SO much for Van
revel.'
She Id lifted Il slender hand to the
ilUttering veil, Il hand in Il white glove
with small lace gauntlet ut the wrist.
This gesture was the final divinity of
the radiant vision which remained with
the uaZed young man as he went down
the street, and it may have been three
quarters OF an hour later when the
background Of the picture became WV
id to lima carefully dressed gentle
man with heavy Drows and Il hand
some high nose, who sat stifly upright
beside the girl, his very bright eyes
quite as conscious of the stricken De-
deStrian rs were hers; vastly different.
however, in this-that they glittered-
nay, almost bristled-with hostility,
While every polished button of his blue
coat seemed to reflect their malignant
cy and to dart little echoing shafts of
venom at Mr.. Vanrevel.
Tom was disnayeu by the acuteness
OF his perception that man who does
not speak to you has no right to have
a daughter like the lady in the car
rage, and, the moment of this realiza-
ton occurring as he sat making Il poor
pretense to eat his evening meal at the
Rouen House, he dropped his fork rat
Ting upon his plate and leaned back.
staring at nothing, proceeding of
Which his table mate; Mr. William Cum
mlngS, the editor Of the Rouen Jour-
nal, was too busy over his river bass
to take note.
Have YOU heard what's new in
town. asked Cummings presently.
looking up.
NO said Tom truthfully, for he had
seen what was new, but not heard # "
"Old Carewe's brought his daughter
home. Fanchon Bareaud was with
her at St. Mary's until last year, and
Fanchon says she's not only great
beauty, but a great dear"