The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1907-03-07

and rapidly. Lillian was absorbed in
the passing traffic until the Marble
arch was reached; then, as they glided
through the big gates, she looked
across at her companion. He had
turned up the collar Of his coat, though
the wind was scarcely perceptible, and
buried himself in it to the ears.
1T is extraordinaryy' she exclaimed
suddenly as her eyes rested on his
face. 1t was seldom that she felt
drawn to exclamation. She was usual
ly too indolent to show surprise But
now the feeling was called forth be-
fore she was aware
Chilcote looked up. whats extraor-
dinary?" he said sensitively.
She leaned forward for an instant
and touched his hand.
"Bearv' she said teasingly. did I
rub your fur the wrong wayY Then,
seeing his expression, she tactfully
changed her tone. "I'll explain. It
was the same thing that struck me the
night of Blanche's party-when you
looked at me over Leonard Kaine's
head You remember?' She glanced
away from him across the park to
where the grass was already showing
greener.
Chilcote felt i'll at ease. Again he
put his hand to his coat collar.
"Oh, yes" he said hastily; ''yes." He
wished now that he had questioned Lo-
der more closely on the proceedings of
that party. It seemed to him on look
ing back that Loder had mentioned
nothing on the day Of their last ex-
change but the political complications
that absorbed his mind.
II couldn't explain them" Lillian
went on. II couldn't explain before
crowd of people that it wasn't your
dark head showing over Leonard's red
one that surprised me, but the most
wonderful, the most extraordinary
likeness She paused.
The car was moving slower. There
was a delight in the easy motion
through the fresh, early air. But Chill
cote's uneasiness had been aroused.
He no longer felt soothed.
"What likeness?'' he asked sharply.
She turned to him easily. ooh,
likeness I have noticed BEFORE" she
said. "a likeness that always seemed
strange, but that suddenly became in
credible at Blanche's party
He moved quickly. "Likenesses are
an Illusion" he said, "a mere imagi-
nation Of the brainv' His manner was
short; his annoyance seemingly out Of
all proportion to the cause. Lillian
looked at him afresh in slightly inter-
ested surprise.
"Yet not so very long ago, YOURSELF
she began.
Nonsense" he broke in. "I've al
ways denied likenesses. Such things
don't really exist. Likeness seeing is
purely an individual matter-a precon-
ception." He spoke fast. He was
uneasy under the cool scrutiny Of her
green eyes. And with a sharp attempt
at self control and reinsurance he al
tered his voice. after all, we're being
very stupidv' he exclaimed "We're
worrying over something that doesn't
exist
Lillian was still lazily interested. To
her own belief she had seen Chilcote
last on the night Of her sisters recep-
ton. Then she had been too preoccu-
pied to notice either his manner or his
health, though specifically it had lin
gered in her mind that he had seemed
unusually reliant, unusually we'll on
that night. A remembrance Of the i'm
preston came to her now as she
studied his face, upon which impercep-
tibly and yet relentlessly his vice was
setting it's mark, in the dull restless
ness Of eye, the unhealthy sallowness
Of skin.
Some shred Of her thought, some sug-
gestion Of the comparison running
through her mind, must have shown in
her face, for Chilcote altered his posi-
ton with q touch of lmeaSineSS He