, 1876-08-05

Ere the astOnished professor could
draw his breath, the ground was smitten
with the wand, the balloon fitted over q
distant cOrn-hll, Gaping it like bee.
hive, and the lunatic sank on her knees
before it.
Professor jim" strobe before it in
unmcnsurcd umnzcment, his whole being
one animated interrogation point. He
reached the spot, and at the first near
glance would iain have rr,reuted but it
WAS too late. 1t WIS the young lady
from Boston. She had seen him, and
she had marked him for her own. What
she was doing was mystery but she
herself, on closer proximity, was not at
all like scarecrow, whatever might be
said on the lunatic question. The putf'
and flounces and sashcs of her buff
morning. dress had been all atioat on the
lrecze, but now settled about her like a
canary birds ruffled pumage. Her
scarlet hooded cape hung from her neck,
into which had tumblcd her light.brown
hair, and what could be seen of her face
from under sun hat the size of Chinese
pagoda was not Mt all ugly. Cheeks,
lips, and clear gray eyes were all aglow
with eagerness.
II was determined I'd have him !"
she cried, with glance at Prof ,Jim's
shirt.sleeves. "Such splendid fellow !
chased him over three stone walls, and
around and around the woods. Now l
want your help in putting ether to his
nose"
A wild fancy shot through the pro-
fessor's head that he had so Oyerworked
his brain, that dreadful halucinations
were coming upon him. He gasped,
family" Whose nose 2"
The young girls laugh was like the
quick clang Of silver bells; then she
dainty peeped into the balloon, whisper
ing:
MY beautiful blue butterhy's of
course. Now you stay here one moment
Farmer Wilbor wonG scold. I'll tell him
hindered you. Hold this ether. bottle
and bit of cotton, while l take the poor
fellow carefully out. Please put your
other hand ON the stick-steady now
Here he comes Oh, you beauty, don't
iutter so--yOu break my heart with
pity There, now, won't you just hold
that cotton quickly to his nose, and 1t
will be over in Il second"
BY that time she had the butterfly be-
tween her pretty thumb and forefnger,
while the professor was applying the
ether, very deitly, indeed, for farm
hand.
"YoG are not a bit clumsy |" she ex.
claimed. Dear me! Why don't he
die-he struggles sol I thought they
rather liked it. My teacher said they
just squirnied once and gave up the
ghost. Oh, soak the cotton, or I shall
let him goi"
Keep COOL" said Prof Jim. He had
started to say in official tones. BE
calm, etc, but remembering his role, he
added: Hell kick the bucket in
second.
"He is kicking me, and I know he,
suffers wish had never caught him!
Take that cotton off his nose ~ she
added, peremptorily, as if Jim had been
torturing the little wretch quite on his
own account. ~ can't hurt him so |"
and suddenly uplifting her hand, she
gently released the prisoner, who had
not been at all overcome by the odOr,
and who now hoated off like fog let
loose from lily-bell.
"If that is what / must do for col
lection, shall never have one. I am
much obliged to you.
As he turned to go--giving her back
the bottle--she caught sight Of the
cloudless blue over her, of the sleepy
cattle in the low, FLASHING water Of the
green flats shimmering in tho sunshine.
ais it not all pcrfect2" she added
looking directly into his face, with her
clear eyes full of admiration. Had the
veriest clOdhOpper been in his place,
that appeal for innocent sympathy would