The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-06-21

Dut, hurry, please, ana SET me
down."
"Not until warn you that I'm just
as apt to do things as the kind of man
you thought was. This is twice I've
picked you up now. Look out for me
next time I may not put you down
at all.''
She gave low little laugh, denoting
unruf1ed serenity She was glorying
secretly in his strength, and she knew
his boldness and timidity were still
Justly balanced. And there was the
rather astonishing bit Of news he had
just given her. That needed lot of
consideration.
With slow, sure-footed steps he
reached the farther side of the water
and put her on her feet.
There, I thought I'd reveal the dis
tressing truth about myself while
had you at my mercy"
Il might have suspected, but I gave
the name no thought. Bines, to be
sure. You are the son of the Bines
who died some months ago. 1 heard
Mr.. Shepler and my father talking
about some Of your mining properties.
Mr.. Shepler thought the One Girl was
such funny name for your father to
give NINE"
Now they neared the foot of the
shaft, where the rest of the party
seemed to await them. AS they came
up Percival felt himself raked by a
broadside from the maternal lorgnon
that left him all but disabled. The
father glowered at him and asked ques-
tions in the high key we are apt to
adopt in addressing foreigners, in the
instructive fallacy that any language
can be understood by anyone if it be
spoken loudly enough. The mothers
manner was a crushing rebuke to the
young man for his audacity. The ia
theirs manner was meant to intimate
that natives of the region in which
they were then adventuring were not
worthy of rebuke, save such general
rebukes as may be conveyed by dis
playing ones natural superiority of
manner. The other members of the
party, excepting Shepler, who talked
with Pangburn at a little distance,
took cue from the Milbreys and ag-
excessively ignored the abductor of an
only daughter. They talked over,
around and through him, as only may
those mortals whom it hath pleased
heaven to have born within certain
areas on Manhattan Island.
II shall see you soon above ground,
shall I not?" Miss Milbrey had asked,
at which her mother shot Percival a
parting volley from her rapid-fire
lorgnon, while her father turned upon
him back whose sidelines were really
admirable, considering his age and
feeding habits. The behavior of these
people appeared to intensity the amuse-
ment of their child. The two solemn
young men who remained continued to
chat before Percival as they would
have chatted before the valet of either.
He began to sound the spiritual an
guish Of a pariah. Also to feel trucu-
lent and, in his own phrase, "westy."
With him 'westy'' meant that you
were as good as anyone else land a
shade better than whole lot if it
came to showdown" He was not
a little mortified to find how easy it
was for him to fall back upon that old
cushion of provincial arrogance. It
was all right for Uncle Peter, but for
himself-well, it proved that he was
less finely eastern than he had imag-
ined.
AS the cage came down for another
ascent, he let the two solemn young
men go up with Shepler and Pangburn,
and went to search for Uncle Peter.
There, thank God, is a mani" he
reflected.
He found Uncle Peter in the cross
cut, studying bit of ore through a
glass, and they went back to ascend.
Them folks" said the old man,
must be the kind that newspaper
meant, that had done something in
practical achievement. 1 bet that girls
mother will achieve something prac-
tical with you fur cuttin' the girl out
of the bunch; she was awful torment
ed; talked two or three times about
the people in the humber walks of life
bein' strangely something or other.
You amt such a humble walker now.
are you, son? But say, that yellow
haired woman, she amt bit dif1dent,
Is she? She's a very hearty lady, I
must say!"
But did you see Miss Milbrey?"
'Oh, that's her name, is it, the one
that her mother was so worried about
and you? Yes, saw her. Peart and
cunnin', but a heap too wise fur you,
son; take my steer on that Say, she'd
have your pe]t nailed to the barn while
you was wonderin' which way you'd
Jump"
"Oh. know I'm only tender, teeth
ing infant" the young man answered,
with mastery satire.
At the surface a pleasant shock was
in store for him. There stood the for
midable Mrs Milbrey beaming upon
him. Behind her was Mr.. Milbrey,
the pleasing model Of all a city's re-
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