Litchfield enquirer., 1877-03-22
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 voices that offered them, gr~ whispered of happiness unseen, the professor couldn't help feeling a dreadful gaspang after e ! certain happiness that was unseen; true enough, but that he devoutly wished to I lay his eyes upon.
 He went back to his room and sat down without even taking of the gloves, and holding 6 shut hand before him gazed Bx- edly at it, as if it might unfold agaln, and drop out the answer to the very qnestion that was distracting hlm. Would some one eyer come? Should he never see her again9 Would she eyer be his indeedG s The scales went on balancing, the s'evsr'' going up with a leap of joy that fairly kick ed the beam, and the ''never" bringing it's side heavily down again with dinmmt thump, when he heard Pink's voice over his shoulder, saying:
 II tell you, it never will be aamatch 60 long as the world standsl It never was ordained in heaven, you may be sure of. that. aisvs3vf1. Q
 What happened next, Pink never exact- understood, but he found himsen very suddenly in the opposite corner of the room, while the professor stood over him with very fierce eyes, and, then turned in l flash, and threw himself into ( chair, ! ing hiSface in chem without a word. r-T
 Pink gazed, bewildered, but 1t did no good; he could only see the top of the professors head, and there was no expla- na ion there. But an explanation must be had, and creeping noiselessly forward on tlptoe, he gave the professor Q denting little touch on the Shoulder, and then | Bprang quickly back to safe distance. But still the professor did not stlr. Had the ground failed from under Pink's feet? Was all their happy past c mistaken dream, or was all the future going to be one? He crept up once more, and tried another touch, but still no change. Should he say "three times and out?" He was just making up his mind to it in despair, when the professor sprang to his feet and stepped suddenly towards him.
 "Pinxit, can you forgive mee Possibly your thought and mine would not deslR- nate the same base; perhaps you only meant the glove after allr' 'sa -. ..'I
 ''Of course I didl What else could mean?" sad Pink; and then it all had to come out; the professor had tO tell Pink the whole story. Ersit t-F g.,
 "But, my gracious!' exclaimed Pink, again, when he had listened bfeathlessly to the end, "Man alive, why don't you find her? There can't be any difficulty about it!'' r.7oe = 5le.
 The professor gave his speetacles an excited push closer to his eyes end gnzed wisttully at the little painter, in his turn.
 II am afraid you don't consider the difference between the known and un- known lines of your figure, Pinxit," he said at last.
 Bother the fgure," said Pink. sT consider this, at any rate: If you mel an angel when you were studying in Paris, and if you fell in love with her, as of course you must, and if she returned it. as 1t isn't strange she should, and if her fierce relations wouldn't hear word of it, and have intercepted all communication ever since;and, if you have reason to think she IS here in this very city to-day, and hr6 UfuSu Of a rose for you all this time, I'd find her, if were you,-that's all I have to say about 1t!
 The professor started up and began walking the floor with strides like O pair of compasses. .s.r.. .s.... -..s.t.....
 "Pinxit," he exclaimed at last, stopping suddenly before him, "I'm afraid you've proved all your points, except tho point of contact" "Well, that's the very point to set about proving, then, and the sooner the better. Haven't you any clue? There must be something; what's the color of her ha1r?' .s s..l lr, ss-t-fr
 The professor hesitated. -.
 "I don't know" he said at last with rueful look.
 ''Don't know the color of.her hairi" cried Pink, springing out of his chair with excitement again; Well, her eyes, thenr'
 The professor shook his head slowly 1e"Not even the color of her eyes? Good heayensl Nor even her complexion? Not even if she is blond or olive!'
 "No-I think-on-Tm not really sure, but what great difference does it really make?"but Pink was far more beside him self by this time than he had been about the glove. -.
 "Well, her blood, theni You surely must know what her blood islslga y.
 'tBluep exclaimed the professor with sudden positiveness, and venturinR to look Pink in the face once more. 'GThe bluest of the blue!'' DA iAs' @t+" -7"
 "Ah," said Pink, drawing c breath, Well, that's something at least, to go up on; that's straw to catch at, but we want something more. There must be some little thing that she gave you once,-of course there is. -some trihe that you've
 
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 The professor hesitated. This was com. ing pretty close; but still, there was q ring in Pink's voice that seemed like a pilot hailing him m Q storm. He open- ed secret drawer in his desk, took out box, and reverently, as if he were un- covering the face of the dead, raised the the lid placed 1t 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 a marrow ribbon of odd coloring and design. eacsrs7sla e. .g HBSass
 Pink looked very hard. into o,- the box again for few moments, and then start ed oil across the room in great excite ment. s@- 4. t5 StaAe3A'finA@ ei& . 1T have it ! 1" he exclaimed; ;s.I have 1t. as clear as crystal She gave them to you, of course; let me copy them, exactly as they were.-I won't miss shade; and the ribbon, too,-that's clue that would lead through any labyrinth. And then, they've been begging me for bit for the window at Dupil's. but I thought I couldn't stop to do it. I'll iust put this quietly there, and we'll see what we shall see. s a rta4 4 s sIs, laas
 But the professor couldntsee anything yet, and Pink vent on:
 z ";Don't you know, man alive, that the holidays are coming, and everybody whose blood is blue is sure to walk, down the right side of the street, at the, right time of day, and to look in at Dupil's window as they pass? And ifT were to happen to be inside; and were to see e cheek like rose, or an eye like sa forget me-not, suddenly recognizing my sweet. peas from anld- -lang-syne. toul to soul. you know, why then should know pre- cisely what to do next, --that's hlll"sres
 It was pretty sharp pull to let the box go of into Pink s room; but it went, and the soul of new creation began to take form and color on his easel early the next day.. - ssas asaS di
 "I suppose" Pink had said rather qai. etly, as he went out of the door with the box. sI suppose there is sbare posai. bility that you do remember her name a'
 "CeLeste;" answered the professor. with