The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-03-22

exaggerated to be genuine, while the
! high color went from her cheeks and
left her pale. Nothing could have en-
ragged her more with herself than the
consciousness, now suddenly strong
within her, that the encounter had q
perceptible effect upon her. What pow
er had this man to make her manner
strained and mechanical? What right
had his eyes always to stir her as thew
did?
All, that other should have come. If
only to stand between her and this
tall hypocrite whose dark glance had
such strength to disturb her. What
lies that gaze contained, all in the one
fash-the strange pretense of compre-
hending her gently, but completely-a
sad compassion, too, and with it look
OF farewell, seeming to say, "Once
more have come for this-and Just
Goodbye" For she knew that he was
going with the others, going perhaps
forever, only the day after tomorrow
then she would see him no more and be
free of him. Let the day after tomor
row come soon! Miss Betty hated her
self for understanding the adieu. and
hated herself more because she could
not be sure that, in the startled mo-
ment of meeting before she collected
herself, she had let it go unanswered.
She had done more than that. With
out knowing it, she had bent her head
to his bow, and Mr.. Carewe had seen
both the salutation and the look.
The young men We're gathered near
the orchestra, and, to the hilarious
strains Of yankee Doodle" the flag
they were to receive for their regi-
ment was borne down the room by the
sisters and sweethearts who had made
1t, all of whom were there except Fan
chon Bareaud. Crailey had persuaded
her to surrender the flag for the sake
Of spending this evening, next to his
last in Rouen, at home alone with him.
The elder Chenoweth made the speech
Of presentation-that is, he made part
Of it before he broke down, for his son
stood in the ranks Of the devoted band.
Until this incident occurred all had
gone trippingly, for every one had tried
to put the day after tomorrow from his
mind. Perhaps there might not have
been so many tears even now if the
young men had not stood together so
smilingly to receive their gift. 1t was
seeing them SO gay and confident, so
strong in their youth and so unselfsh
OF purpose. It was this and the feeling
that all of them must suffer and some
Of them die before they came back, so
that when Mr.. Chenoweth, choking in
his loftiest flight, came to full stop,
and without disguise buried his face in
his handkerchief, Mrs. Tanberry, the
apostle of gayety, openly sobbed.
Chenoweth, without more ado, carried
the flag over to Tappingham Marsh,
whom Vanrevel directed to receive it,
and Tappingham thanked the donors
without many words, because there
We're not then many at his command.
Miss Carewe had been chosen to sing
"The Star Spangled Banner" and she
stepped out 81 little from the crowd to
face the young man as the orchestra
sounded the first chord. She sang in
full, clear voice, but when the volun-
teers saw that as she sang the tears
were streaming down her cheeks in
spite of the brave voice they began to
choke with the others. If Miss Betty
Carewe found them worth weeping
for, they could afford to cry a little for
themselves. Yet they joined the chorus
nobly and raised the roof with the
ringing song, sending the damboyant.
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heaven.
That was not the last song of the
night. General Tumble and Mr.. Chen
oweth had invited their young friends
to attend, after the ball, collation.
which they chose to call a supper, but
which, to accord with the hour, might
more aptly have been designated a
breakfast. 10 ahord private retreat
for the scene of this celebration they
had borrowed the offices Of Gray &
Vanrevel, and Crailey Hospitality an
nounced that any guest was welcome
to stay for year or two, since prob
ably neither of the firm would have
need Of an Office for at least that length
of time. Nine men gathered about the
table which replaced Toms workaday
old desk-the two Chenoweths, Eugene
Madrillon, Marsh, Jefferson Bareaud,
the stout general, Tom Vanrevel, Graf
ley and Will Cummings = the editor
coming in little late, but rubbing his
hands cheerfully over what he declared
was to be the last column from his pen
to rear its length on the Journals
front page for many long day-a de-
scription Of the presentation of the
flag.
This convivial party made merry and
tried to forget that most of them had
"been mighty teary," as Marsh said,
an hour earlier, while Mr.. Chenoweth
sat with his hand on his sons shoulder.
unconsciously most Of the time, apollo
getically removing it when he observed
it. Many were the witticisms concern
ing the difference in rank henceforth
to be observed between the young
men, as Tom was now major, Marsh