The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-10-25

eyes like starry bluets; it was the imper-
sonation of girlhood and of innocence.
With a huge cluster of creamy white
roses pinned in her belt just over her
heart, IN their center a red one bloom
ing like the live, sweet secret thought
beating in the heart beneath, and in her
old pearl colored draperies, she would
have seemed ready to melt back into the
outer twilight world, like the spirit of
the evening star itself, but for the great
bunch of red Jacqueminot roses in her
hand. What did she know of her lovers
wish? Nothing. lie had given these
roses to her, he would be here; of course
she wore his flowers,
The old President Rex had as good an
eye for beauty as any undergraduate of
them all; and although the young class
day poet was receiving an ovation, he
left him in order to welcome this per-
feet creature who had just come to his
parlors out of fairy-land.
Just then the band was softly playing
the LANDER waltzes; old Rex was over
towering her with his fattering speech;
the music was enchanting; there stood
Adrian before with his eyes shining full
upon her, although across the room-she
could not bear it all. Absently she lift
ed that bunch of roses, and buried her
face in all that blaze of color and deliri-
um of fragrance.
The next moment Adrian slipped from
the room. She looked for him presently,
but he was gone. And although they
stald but an hour, it seemed to her an
endless period before she stood at last
upon the step in the dark and perfumed
summer night, with the wretched tears
OF disappointment getting leave to over
flow upon the roses that she held so near
her face. Her uncle came limping
along behind her. professor Red,
mond's carrisgeW called servant.
Herew shouted a reply. Then
hand was helping her up the step, a
whip was cracking, horses were plunging,
her uncle was yelling into the universe.
Adrian's arms were about her, she was
resting on his breast, and they were
dashing madly away. "You are here,
you are mine," he was murmuring be-
tween his kisses, "Never to leave me
again. You exchange one jailer for an
other"
Before she well knew what had oc-
CURED, what it meant, she was standing
IN clergyman's study; papers of some
sort were being scanned a kind, silver
haired lady was giving her a glass of
water; words were being hurriedly ut
tered, to which if she replied she did not
know it. Somebody put into her hand
little slip that he called a marriage
certificate; somebody spoke to her by an
other name-Adrian's name; the kind
lady had kissed her, and she was out in
the dark, sweet summer night again;
was in the carriage whirling away, and
Adrian was holding her, and calling her
his wife.
Are we marriedw she gasped. Gam
| trul y your wifef and then, she burst
into food of tears. "And Pve moth
ing but this gauze gown" she cried.
And your Jacqueminot roses" said
he.
So that was the way it all happened.
| know that by this time the professor
has forgiven it all; he can't do without
her. But the aunt Redmond had sorry
time of it for one week, 81 don't blame
him at ALL" declares Adrian. 81
wouldn't have given her to the archan-
gel Micheal, let alone the son of q fishing
merchant, if the merchant were ten
times millionaire and the son ten
timer nearer professorship himself"
The professor has had the little fatal
note glazed and framed and hung up in
his den, but he has never yet been able
again to endure with equanimity the
sight Of Jacqueminot Harper's
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