The Princeton union., 1906-02-01

| cred single brilliant and resonant
spot, set in the midst of the dark, quiet
town like a jcweled music box on
black cloth, for that night was the be-
ginning of Miss Betty's famous career
rs the belle of ROuen and was the date
from which strangers We're to hear Of
| her as ''the beautiful Miss Carewe'' un-
til ''beautifur' was left off, visitors to
the town being supposed to have heard
at least that much before they came.
There had been much discussion Of
-er, though only one OF two had caught
glimpses of her, but most of the gal
lants appeared to agree with Crailey
Gray. who aired his opinion in an ex-
| ceedingly casual way at the little club
| on Main street. Mr.. Gray held that
| when the daughter of man as rich as
Bob Carewe was heralded as a beauty
the chances We're that she would prove
| disappointing, and, for his part, he was
| not even interested enough to attend
! and Investigate. So he was going down
the river in Il canoe and preferred the
shynesS Of bass to that Of 4 girl of
| eighteen just from the convent, he said
| Tom Nanrevcl Was not present Oh the
occasion Of these remarks, and the gen
| cral concurrence with Crailey may be
suspected as purely verbal one, since
! when the evening came two Of the most
enthusiastic dancers and lovemakers of
the town, the handsome Tappingham
| Marsh and that doughty ex-dragoon
| and Indian fighter, stout old General
Trumble, We're upon the field before the
| enemy appeared-that is to say, they
We're in the new ballroom before their
host; indeed, the musicians had not ar
rived, and Nelson, an aged negro serv-
itor. was engaged in lighting the house.
The crafty pair had planned this ear
| ly descent with view to monopoly by
right of priority in case the game prov
| ed worth the candle, and they We're
leaning effectively against the little
railing about the musicians platform
when Mr.. Carewe entered the room
| with his daughter on his arm
She was in white touched with count
less small lavender flowers There
were rows and rows Of wonderful silk
and lace tlounces on her skirt, and her
fan hung from Il rope Of great pearls.
All, hideous, blue rough cloth of the
convent, unforgotten, but laid aside
forever, what chrysalis you were!
Tappingham twitched his compan-
ions sleeve, but. the general was al
ready posing, and neither heard the
| words of presentation, because Miss
Betty gave each Of them a quick look,
then smiled upon them as they bowed.
Ihe slayers were prostrated before
their prey. Never were lady killers
more instantaneously tanned and subiu-
gated by the power, Of the feminine
eye. Will Cummings came in soon,
and, almost upon his heels, Eugene
Madrillon and young Frank Cheno-
Weth. No others appeared for half an
hour, and the five gentlemen looked at
/ one another aside, each divining his
own diplomacy in his fellows eye, and
each laboriously explaining to the 9th
ers his own mistake in regard to the
hour designated upon Mr.. Carewe's
cards of invitation. This small cmbar-
rassment, however, did not prevent
General Trumble and young Mr.. Chen
oWeth from coming to high words over
Miss Carewe's little gilt filigree .sDro-
gramme" of dances.
1t may be not untimely to remark
also Of these five redoubtablc beaux
| that during the evening it occurred to
every one of them to be glad that Graf
ley Gray was betrothed to Fanchon
Bareaud, and that he was down on the
Rouen river with a canoe, a rod and a
tent. Nay, without more words. to de-
clare the truth in regard to Crailey.
they felt greater security in his alb
sence from the field than in his be-
trothal. AS Mr. Chenoweth, youth as
open as out Of doors both in counte-
| nance and mind, observed plaintlyely
to Tappngham Marsh in a corner,
while they watched Miss Betty's laven-
der flowers miraculously swirlinq
through quadrille, "Crailey, YOU
know-well, Crailey's been engaged be-
fore!' 1t was not Mr.. Chenoweth's
habit to disguise his apprehensions.
and Crailey Gray would not fish for
bass forever.
The same Chenoweth was he who.
lua.lueHeu ny tue generals triumphant
~ familiar way Of toying with Miss
Betty's fan between two dances, at
tempted to propose to her during the
sunrise waltz. Having sung "Oh, be-
lieye mel! In her ear as loudly as he
could, he expressed the wish, quite as
loudly, "that this waltz might last for
alwaysv'
That was the seventh time it had
been said to Betty during the night,
and, though Mr.. Chenoweth's predeces-
sors mad revealed their desires in a
euise lacking this prodigious artless-
ness, she already possessed no novel ac-
quaintance with the exclamation. but
she made no comment. Her partners
style was not stimulant to repartee.
1t would be heaven" lie amplified
earnestly; it would be heaven to dance