The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-06-23

sent me as a teacher a mere boy. Dom
you pity him, the poor child? Thi
younpster. Fred Hardy by name, is si1
feet long by one and half broad has ;
pair of eyes which rival the ether of ou
Louisiana sky; the mouth is rathel
large. but this defect Is partly bidder
by dark black mustache; his nasa
organ is of the first magnitude; his hail
is black and as smooth as comb anC
brush can make 1t, and he has way 81
passing his fingers through his locks
which causes them TO stand on end "like
quilts upon the fretful porcupine."
think that you will have a tolerably fail
idea Of my mentor from this description
Yesterday, as he gave me O. subject fol
asked him: "Shall t.be war ~ he turn
ed to me and answered, in low tone,
"War or friendship, Miss Dalton, just
as you choose"
But must leave you, darling, to gather
my warlike implements for my profess
sor, so with kiss and q hug, l remain
INCREASINGLY yours, JOSE.
The clock was striking eleven, and
Jose was still absorbed In her work,
when the door was softly opened and a
smiling black face peered into the
room and, after moments hesitation,
said:
"sorry to disturb you, Miss Jose, but
the profusion Is at the door,"
Professor, you little goose" said
Jose, springing up, and taking her two
notes, the letter and the composition,
she placed them In envelopes, and hur-
riedly directed one. to Maud Lovel.
New York." the. other "War for Pro-
faccnP ua rdvr ~ Than nnfsnfpcy Tint oh
was cuffless and collarless, she dashed
from the room and began q hasty
toilet. Fifteen minutes afterwards she
was excusing herself to Prof. Hardy for
having kept him waiting 80 long.
IT Is Thursday morning. The profess
sor has not come for week, and Jose
feels far more troubled about this than
she cares to acknowledge, even to her.
self. Why is 1t that at the sound ofthe
bell her heart beats so fast? The door
opens. Alas 1t is only Liza with a let
ter for her mistress.
"What does this meanf' exclaims
Jose, as she takes the letter from the
girl. why, this Is my composition.
How could 1t have found its way to New
York and back again Yet here is the
New York postmark. Prof. Hardy
could hardly have left for New York
without letting me know of It," she
ment In her voice that Fred, who has
just entered the room, Is made quite
happy.
prof. Hardy would never dream of
leaving New Orleans without a fare
well to his kind pupil" he says In so
low tone OF voice that she does not
hear him.
Jose is so bewildered that she con-
tinues,. without noticing his presence,
to read.
''Tnis comes evidently from Maud;
but what do see:
"'If Prof. Hardy is able, as he is I'M
doubleday, to follow you in the in
tricacies Of mental philosophy and me-
taphysics, I will beg you to remember
that am, and always have been, q
Do please send me my letter and not
the exuberant productions Of your
powerful imagination intended for your
wise mentor. AU TeU0iT! Do send me
my own letter as soon as possible.
"'MAUD.'"
"Will you allow me to send it, Miss
JOSE" asked Fred, presenting the miss
ing letter to her.
"Why, Mr.. Hardy! how did you come
10 without my seeing you," exclaimed |
Jose, jumping from her chair.
Certainly not through the keyhole, |
Miss Dalton. A young dandy who can |
breadth would not accomplish such a |
EAT without much damage both to him
,elf and the keyhole 2" Fred said this
With serio- comic expression, as he
stood examining himself in the look
ng:glass.
Hardy What must you think of me ?'
sxclaims Jose, on the verge of distrac-
ion, as the ludicrous portrait she has
lrawn of him rushes through her mind.
II think of you. Miss Dalton; that
you possess to high degree of perfec-
ion the dangerous arts Of criticism and
SATIRE"
Jose is about to reply with something
cutting, when Mrs. Fulton, her elder
sister. who makes it point to be al
ways present when Jose is receiving her
essons, enters the room. This, Of
With stormy look Jose opens Hume,
which she is reading with the professor,
Ind begins. She reads a little, then
stops, and declares she cannot go on.
Mrs. Fulton is considerably aston
shed at this, and asks:
"Have you headache, JOSEF"
"No, no; but I am at present alto
sether Disguised with myself anu with
else."
Mrs. Fulton is still more surprised.
why, Josephine" she says, reprov-
ngly, "what will Mr.. Hardy think of
rour manners. Will you excuse her,
ir; she must be i'll to behave so shock
ngly."
"If you allow it, Miss Dalton, will
inish this chapter for YOU" says the
roung man, as he opens the book.
Jose bows her assent, and he COM
nences. 1t seems that Mrs. Fulton is
doomed on this special day to hear and
100 things which shock, to certain ex-
emit, her ideas of decorum and proprie-
Y. Jose's tell-tale face does all the
mischief. Somehow everything seems
o go wrong that morning. Even Hume,
Try as he is, turns on a tender subject,
md the lesson in Milton has Just
cached the poetic story of Ewes love.
ose seems out Of sorts and Turns half