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

that so lavish a buyer of flowers could
cynicism toward the person for whom
they we're meant.
From the florists he returned direct
ly to the hotel to find his mother and
Psyche making home-like the suite to
which they had been assigned. A maid
was unpacking trunks under his sis
ter's supervision. Mrs. Bines was in
converse with a person of authoritative
manner regarding the service to be
supplied them. Two maids would be
required, and madame would of course
wish butler
Mrs. Bines looked helplessly at her
son, who had just entered
Il think-we've-we always did
our own buttling," she faltered.
The person was politely interested.
"Tll attend to these things, ma" said
Percival, rather suddenly.
Eyes, We'll want a butler and the
two maids, and see that the butler
knows his business, please, and-here
take this, and see that we're proper
ly looked after, will your
AS the bill bore large &c" on it's
face, and the person was rather gen.
tleman anyway, this unfortunate essay
at irregular conjugation never fell into
a certain class of anecdotes which Mrs.
Bines' best friends could now and then
bring themselves to relate of her.
But other matters are forward. We
may next overtake two people who
loiter on this bracing October day
down a leaf-strewn aisle in Central
park.
YOU" said the girl of the pair,
'least of all men can accuse me of
lacking heart"
'You are cold to me now
But look, think-what did I Offer
you've had my trust-everything
could bring myself to give you. Look
what would have sacrificed at your
call. Think how I waited and longed
for that CALI
You know how helpless I was"
Yes, it you wanted more than my
bare self. I should have been HELPLESS.
too, if I had wanted more than-than
you"
1T would have been folly-madness
that way"
"Folly-madness? Do you remem-
Der the Sonnet of Revolt you sent me-?
Sit on this bench; I wish to say it
over to you. very slowly; I want you
to hear it while you keep your later at
titude in mind"
Llfe-What is life? To do without avail
The decent ordered tasks of every day;
Talk with the sober; join the solemn play:
Tell for the hundredth time the self-same
tale
Told by our grandsires in the self-same vale
Where the sun sets with even level ray,
And nights, eternally the same make way
For hueless dawns, intolerably pale"
But l know the verse"
No; hear it out;-hear what you
sent me:
And this is life? Nay, would rather see
The man who sees his soul in some wild
cause;
The fool who spurns, for momentary
bliss,
All that he was and all he thought to be;
The rebel stark against his country's
laws;
Gods own mad lover, dying on kiss"
the hint of a sheer in her tones.
Yes, truly, remember it; but some
day you'll thank me for saving you;
Of course it would have been regular
in way, but people here never really
forget those things-and we'd have
been helpless-some day you'll thank
me for thinking for you
=
ing you already?"
Hang it all! that's what you made
me think yesterday when I met you"
And so you called me heartless?
Now tell me just what you expect
woman in my position to do. I offered
to go to you when you were ready.
Surely that showed my spirit-and YOU
haven't known me these years without
knowing it would have to be that or
nothing"
We'll, hang it, it wasn't like the
last time, and you know it; you're not
kind any longer. You can be kind
can't your"
Her lip showed family the curl of
scorn.
mo, can't be kind any longer.
Oh, see you've known your own mind
so little; there's been SO little depth to
it all; you couldn't dare 1t was fool
ISL to think I could show you nv
mind"
But you still care for me?"
mo, no; l don't. You should have
no reason to think so if did. When
heard you'd made it up I hated you,
and l think I hate you now. Let US
90 back. No, no, please don't touch
me-ever again."
Farther downtown in the coy draw
ing-room of house in side street
east of the avenue, two other persons
were talking. A florid and profusely
freckled young Englishman spoke pro-
testingly from the hearth-rug to a
woman who had the air of knowing
emphat!cally better.
But, my dear Mrs. Drelmer, you
know. really. can't take a curate with