The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1877-03-15

| the best, with the Professor. IL Is very
well to go along through the six days
of the week, playing at what one calls
life, and pretends to like best; but when
all this is quietly tucked away for res,
on the seventh, If there is vacuum OF
aching void, . sickness at heart from hope
deferred, or, worse than all, hope lying
shrouded and dead within, that il the
time it seems to take t. rise and hold high
carnival. Of course it is day for conso.
lations, too; but, somehow, At every roll
of the organ, or every cadence of voices
that offered them, or whispered Of happi.
ness unseen, the Professor couldn't help
feeling dreadful gasping after certain
happiness that was unseen. true enough,
but that he devoutly wished to lay his
eyes upon.
He went back to his room and sat down
without even taking off the gloves, and
holding shut hand before him, gazed
fixedly at it, as if it might unfold again
and drop out the answer to the very ques.
ton that was dlstracting him. Would
some one ever come? Should he nevel
see her again! Would she ever be his, in.
deed?
The scales went on balancing, the
"ever'' going up with leap of Joy. that
fairly kicked the beam, and the ''never''
bringing it's side heavily down again with
| . dismal thump, when he heard Pink's
voice over his shoulder, saying:
~ tell you, it never will be . match &c
long IS the world stands! It never was
ordained in Heaven, you may be sure Of
that"
What happened next, Pink never ex.
actly understood, but he found himself
e,prer1oynoNy
the room, while the Professor stood over
him with very fierce eyes, and then
turned in q flash, and threw himself into
chair, doubling his arms ON the table
and burylng his face in them without q
word.
Pink gazed, bewildered, but it did nc
good; he could only see the top of the
Professors head, and there was no ex.
be had, and, creeping n0iselessly forward
little touch on the shoulder, and then
sprang quickly back to a safe distance
But still the Professor did not stir. Had
the ground failed from under Pink's feet
Was all their happy past mistaken
dream, or was ell the future going to be
one! He crept up once more, aud tried
another touch, but still no change. Should
he say three times and out?' He was
lust making up his mind to it in despair,
when the Professor sprang tn his feet
and stepped suddenly toward him.
"Pinxit, can you forgive me! Posi-.
bly, your thought and mine would moi
designate the same base: perhaps you on.
ly meant the glove after all!''
"Of course I did! What else could
mean ?" said Pink; and then it all had to
come out; the Professor had to tell Pink
the whole story.
"But. my graciOus!" exclaimed Pink
again, when he had listened breathlessly
to the end. "Man alive, why don't you
find her? There can't be any difficulty
about it!''
The Professor gave his spectacles an
excited push closer to his eyes and gazed
wistfully at the little painter, in his turn.
"I'm afraid you don't consider the diff
ference between the known and unknown
lines of your figure, Pinxit," he said al
last.
Bother the figure" said Pink. 81
consider this, at any rate: If you met an
angel when you were studying in Paris,
and if you fell in love with her, as O1
course you must, and if she returned it,
as it isn't strange she should, and if hel
fierce relations wouldn't lear q word OF
it, and have intercepted all cnmmunica.
ton ever since; and if you have reason to
think she is here in this very city to-day,
ard has been keeping her heart as warm
as the blush of u rose for you all this time,
Id find her, if I were you-that's all ]
have to say about it!''
The Professor started up and began
walking the floor with strides like pail
of compasses.
''Pinxit," he exclaimed, at last, stop.
ping suddenly before him, "I'm afraid
you've proved all your points, except the
point of contact"
We'll, that's the very point to setaDout
proving. then, and the sooner the bet
Ter. Haven't you any clue: There mus,
be something; what's the color of hel
hairy"
The Professor hesitated.
II don't know" he said at last with q
rueful look.
Don't know the color of her hair!
cried Pink, springing out of his chair with
excitement again: "Well, her eyes
thenr'
The Professor shook his head slowly.
mot even the color of her eyes! Good
heavens! Nor even her complexion? No
even If she is blonde or olive!"
MOL think-no-I'm not really sure
but what great difference does it really
make?' but Pink was far more beside
himself by this time than he had beer
about the glove.
"Well, her blood, then! You surely
must know something about that you mus
know what her blood is'
"Blue!" exclaimed the. Professor with
sudden positiveness, and venturing to looh
Pink in the face once more. "The blues
of the blue!''
"Ah," said Pink, drawing breath
"Well, that's something at least, to q
upon; that's straw to catch at, but w
want something more. There must be
some little thing that she gave you once
of course there is-some trifle thai
you've treasured; we might do something
with it,"
The Professor hesitated. This wa.
coming pretty close; but still, there was &
ring in Pink's>vOice that seemed like q
pilot hailing him in storm. He opened
secret drawer in his desk, took out q
box, and reverently, as if he were uncov.
ering the face of the dead, raised the lid
and placed it where Pinxit could see. A
little handful of sweet-peas lay inside
withered and shriveled, their colors faded
into nameless tints, and their stems tied
with narrow ribbon of odd coloring and
design.
Pink looked very hard into the boz
again for few moments, and then started
off across the room in great excitement.
IL have It'll" he exclaimed; I" I have it
| as clear 40 crystall She gave them Il
you, Of course; let me copy them, exactly
as they were won't miss Z shade; and thu
ribbon, too-that's . clue that would lead
through any labyrinth. And, then, they've
been begging me for bit for the window
at DupiI's, but I thought couldn't stor
to do 1t. I'll just put this quietly there
and wen see what we shall see."
But the Professor couldn't see anything
yet, and Pink went on:
"Dont you know, man alive, that the
holidays are coming, and that everybody
whose blood il blue Is sure to walk down
the right side of the street, At the right
time Of day. and to stop and look in d
Dupil's window - they passi And If
were to happen to be inside, and were "a
see . cheek like rose, or an eye like q
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