The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1908-05-07

er heard that he worked il marble,
though may be wrong
But what don't understand" ex-
claimed Mr.. Renwyck, sis why you
Englishmen ever put up statue Of
Napoleon at all. Seems to me that
hating him as you did it was rather a
curious thing to do
mot at ALL" said Richard desperate
ly; ''prisoner, y'know-St. Helena
and all that sort of thing-er-mag-
nanimous."
Uncle Michael did not seem convinc-
ed and was about to ask more ques-
lions when Mr.. Renwyck turned upon
him sharply.
michael, you are doing this for the
sake of argument. I don't believe you
| know anything about it, and, what is
| more, I think Lord Croyland is hu-
moring you for the sake of politeness.
I'll prove it," He turned to Richard.
my boy, 1 ought to have warned you
in advance. My brother-in-law is a
crotchety old lawyer who has never
got over his bad habits. Tell me-hon-
estly now-is there statue of Napo-
leon Bonaparte in Hyde park at all?"
"No," smiled Richard, greatly reliev-
| ed at this turn, 'there is not''
"Who is it, then?'
"Wellington,' said Richard, with tri-
umphant carelessness, although he real
~ did not know whether there was
such statue or not. But then neither
did any one else at the table, although
all but Miss Chittendon had visited
England, some Of them many times.
The company laughed at Mr.. Corri-
gan's discontinue, while the victim
himself seemed to enjoy it with the
keenest zest. That dangerous incident
was closed.
The dinner was finished at last, and
Mr.. Corrigan, pleading an appoint
ment. departed, greatly to Richards re-
| lief. The rest Of the evening was
! spent in company with the ladies, for
the young mans efforts to single out
one in particular were invariably frus-
| trated by the other three. It was not
until nearly II that he had short half
| hour with her alone, but in this he was
| repaid for all his tribulations. Miss
Harriet was dressed in an exquisite
pale blue gown, modestly revealing a
| neck and shoulders which to Richard
| were the most beautiful in all the
| world. They sat on the front veranda
| overlooking the river, she in low
wicker chair and he Oh the steps at
her feet. Behind him were clusters Of
wistaria blooms, while beyond in the
| darkness the first of the fireflies twin
| kled like stars. To them came the
nighttime scents and the murmur of
the wind across the mighty Hudson
on its journey to the sea.
Miss Harriet told him of her trip to
Texas and Of the gallant cowboy who
had saved her life, while Richard lis
tened with bounding heart He longed
to claim a hero's place, to confess his
deception and tell her the plain, bare
truth. And yet he paused. To confess
would involve disclosing the reason Of
chance of losing her yet. She was
young, romantic. The very daring of a
lovers bold design might appeal to her;
but, on the other hand, it was better
to wait till he had won her heart than
to ruin all by foolish precipitance.
"And what sort of chap was this
cowboy?" he asked her presently.
"Oh, splendid" she answered, with
enthusiasm. "He was tall and straight
and strong. Why, he lifted me as
though I had been a child and set me
| down as tenderly as my own mother
might have done. It all came so sud-
denly and was so bewildered that I
scarcely even thanked him. I know he
thinks me perfectly horrid, and I
would give anything on earth if I
could only tell him that Tm-that I'm
not"
"And you saw all that in five min
utes?" he asked eagerly
I'm five minutesv she exclaimed,
surprised. "How do you know how
long it wasp
"Oh-er-a perfectly natural infer
ence." he stammered. hunting for cov-
er desperately.
"Well. it was a short time" she
sighed.
"And yet you did not learn his
name?"
Miss Harriet shook her head.
mo. We came away at once, and l
had no chance. You see, I only saw
him for a moment-that is, after he
put me down-and-and he was in
such hurry to catch his cows"
Richard smiled into the wistaria vine
and was silent for time.
Il suppose" he began presently,
that the young fellow was Of the or
binary type Of cowboy we see so fire.
quently on
NO" interrupted Miss Harriet, with
decisiveness that pleased him to the
quick; "he was nothing Of the sort.
OF course he was roughly dressed, as
they all are, but gentleman is a gen.
tleman even in a flannel shirt, and
chaps don't they call them? Do YOU
know Lord CrOv1Qn6 ho roxn,~a. ~.o