Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-06-05

cent quarters to invoke blessings on his
head. What an absurd scrape! How the
students at home would satirize the adj
venture in verse and song if they knew it!
Suddenly he paused and became grave.
What could Emily think of him? She had
found him seated in the window with II
stolen watch in his possession. and he was
unable to recall that he had made any
adequate explanation of The curious cir
cumstance He seemed to have taken it
for granted that she understood every
thing without explanation, and was able to
feel the awkwardness of his predcament.
How kind she had been! What good sense
and discretion she had evinced! In pro-
portion 20 the doubts of himself, and of
the impression he could have made, did
the professor admire Emily.
"She did not shrek or faint, and | am
confident she is II fine womin," he re-
flected, at the midnight hour. "Only,
what can she think of meP"
The tiny woman had called him IL
" brandy nose" and horrible wretch, "
which the scholar resented.
Next morning lie walked up 10 the can
mons mouth, and requested IN interview
with stout Edward. That gentleman did
not prove to be Il severe judge; he laugh
ed SO heartily ut the tale of misfortune
that the thin, dry professor feared an apo
pleXy resulting from excessive merriment.
The letter had to be produced, also, and
an explanation made-an ordeal still more
painful to the shy rccluse.
"Who is Marlha?" he could not resist
inquiring.
Martha was cousin of Mr.. Edward
Whiting, and wife of the president of the
college.
II did not know that her maiden name
was MARTHA" answered the professor,
somewhat ruefully; then added, with a
blush Of embarrassment, Don't you think
the ladies might-ehP"
"Of course intend to destroy this let
ter, and make no mention of it," interpos-
ed stout Edward, promptly. What if
you join our party though, TO Paris? "
The professor breathed IL sigh of relief,
and pressed the others hand gratefully.
He not only joined the party to Paris,
but became an inseparable companion of
his new friends through the Low Coun-
tries and the English cathedral towns.
His devotion to Emily was the chief topic
of criticism in the first cabin on shipboard
returning home all the lady passengers
considered it sentiment beautiful to be.
hold. The evening was warm and calm
when land was sighted-the welcome
American shore-and the sunset clouds
assumed peaks and snowy slopes on the
horizon like a dream of the Bernese
Alps.
The professor gazed eagerly at Emily as
they stood near the bulwark.
"The old home can be wholly refur-
nished, you know he said, briskly, " I'M
less you prefer a larger, more pretentious
house. | can obtain one further up the
street. for example, the properly of The
former presidents widow"
" Let it be the old home, by all means,
Harley" returned Emily, with her tran
quill smile.
The tiny woman, supported by stout
Edwards arm, surveyed the pair quizzi-
caIly.
He is good old soul, Ned" she
chirped; X" but Am sure | saw him with
the watch that nis bit at Bernc."
Nonsense! You ere asleep" retorted
the unprincipled Edward.
Then the great steamer threaded her
way over the summer sea,and as the cloud
Alps faded, the soft breeze waited from
the shore welcome.