The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1870-09-08
PROFESSOR MORTON.
BY CONSTANCE CARLETON.
CHAP. ".

ing ruelully at the mud and water be-
tween the young couple and the wharf.
boat.
"Hold this umbrella and portfolio my
man. Miss Vane, will you let me carry
you across 2"
"Oh no, / can walk Professor; my
feet are already as wet as they can be,
so it won't make them any worse to
walk across there"
He reflected moment, then without
saying word lifted her gently and
carried her across as easily as if she had
been child. All his care for her was
like that of a brother toward a younger
sister, so tender, yet so respectful. And
he felt more than repaid at the low
"thank you Professor" he received at
the door of the Seminary.
"Well Violet, you are here at last. 1
was really uneasy about you," said In
dia, as Violet entered the room. "What
did Professor Morton say when he found
you 2" she asked, trying to look indif-
ferent.
"He said Il have had quite a search
for you Miss Vane, you should not have
strayed so far from the others.'"
"Did he really say that?"
"Yea verify" answered her room
mate laughing, "and l suppose it did
give the poor fellow great deal of
trouble to come through that hard rain
after me-"
swell, he is singular man I must
say" said India, but her heart was sing
ing for joy. Would he have been SO
indifferent if she had been in Violets
place7 India pretended to read for
some time, forgetting that the book was
upside down.
"Where is your wreath 2" was the
next question,
81 left it across the river"
"You should have preserved it," she
said with slight sneer in her tones
"Well really! that thought never oc-
CURED to me. l could not wear it over
or under my hat, so l threw it away. l
am going to see May Wentworth.
What blessing it is that we don't have
to study tonight. Au revOir," and she
closed the door.
"What idiots we women do make of
ourselves" said India, walking the
floor. "Here am |, India Lester, the
owner of thousands, with host of ad-
mlrers caring for--" she did not
finish the sentence, but went to the
window and drummed on it impatiently
with her fingers.
One day about a month from this
time India persisted in talking in the
Latin class Professor Morton cast re-
proving glance upon her--she paid no
attention. He then shook his head at
her, but with toss of her own she kept
up the conversation.
"Miss Lester, will you be kind enough
to stop talking7" Then he went on
with his explanation.
Provoked beyond measure at this re-
proof, and determined to show that she
cared nothing for his reprimand, India
began the conversation again. He
stopped and said:
"Miss Lester, will you oblige me by
leaving the room|
"SirY"
"Will you leave tbe room, please7"
His tone was kind but firm. She
looked at him steadily for a moment,
saw that in his face which must not be
disobeyed, cast look of scorn and de-
fance at him, and left the room. In
dia went to her own room and looked
into the mirror. She saw how the an
ger she felt blazed in her eyes and burn
ed on her cheeks. "What passions /
get into," said she. "What must he
think of met"
He had no class the next hour, so she
waited until the bell rang, and went to
his classroom. He was alone, leaning
his head on his hand at his desk, in
wearied sort of way.
"POor Professor! how tired he
looks" thought India. He heard her
light step, arose to his feet, and said
kindly:
"Well Miss Lester, what can l do for
you?"
81 want to beg your pardon Profess
sOr. l forgot myself today ] did not
mean to give you so much trouble, in
deed. WH you forgive me7"
"Most assuredly Miss India. l was
not angry with you, but thought it best
under the circumstances for you to leave
the room"
"Well, I shall not do SO any more.
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