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had not been so forward. Perhaps he
does not respect me, after all" And
then, in spite of the trouble, her heart
would bound with gladness to think she
had given him the spray, to think he had
called her his Rose.
1t was winter as they came to that,
and the skaters were making merry.
She had come down to the lake with her
uncle, who was a famous skater; had
bound on her skates, and slid away with
him; had left him to tighten strap,
had lost him, and had been found by
Adrian, and together they had glided
away; and then the late afternoon red
dened into sunset and purpled into twi-
light, and they were skating up the
stream, and leaving all the cries and
fires and flashing forms behind them.
How soft and fresh was the vigorous
air! how rich the violet of the gathering
night! how great the glow of the wind
shaken stars! Now it was no longer
hand in hand that they went, but his
arm was about her; they swept out on
long curves together, and moved rs if
the pulses of one heart impelled them /;
and now they turned the corner of a
bluff; now, far out of sight of all the
world, they paused, and there, in the
wintry dark, they were folded heart to
heart and mouth to mouth. If the
SHOWS had fallen around them there and
clothed them with garment of death,
if the ice had parted under their
feet and plunged them into the
drowning waters, they would hard
ly have asked any more. Their
passion wrapped them, so like Dejanira' S
robe of flame, from all the frostiness of
death, that the coming of eternity upon
them in each others arms would have
seemed but its sacramental seal. And
suddenly rude, hoarse cry broke in
upon the sphere where they were rest
ing-the great rough voice of Professor
Redmond, and Ella was snatched from
Adrian's grasp, and a dozen singing
words were whirled at him, and the un-
Gle had carried her off as the wind car
ries off feather.
Adrian skated back alone. He scorn-
ed to move till the Professors heels cut
ting the ice could be heard no more
Where had all that splendor of the night
gomez Itwas the darkness and coldness
of desolation now. He took a terrible
grind at mathematics that night, and the
next day presented himself before the
Professor, and asked of him the promise
of his niece in marriage, only to receive
in return the fiattest and curtest and
most insulting of orders never to darken
those doors again.
"For all that" said Adrian, stoutly,
81 shall marry my WIFE"
The Professor looked at him, and
burst into furious, roaring laugh.
Tooral-looral!" sang the Professor.
:. .Begone!" he Numbered.
The winter wore away Mt last, and if
the Professor kept the Rose from her
lover, he could not keep the color from
the velvet cheek if he were near, the
glow from the darkling eyes if she were
there, the smile, forgetful of all the rest
of creation, on the lips of both. He be-
gan to hate Adrian. He would have
been glad to mark him out of existence,
if marks could have done it-out of his
college existence at any rate; but the
boy gave him no chance. He deserved
no reprimand, and none could be tor
tured into shape for him. He studied
as a machine works. He covered him.
self with laurels-all the more he would
rather they had been roses.
sWho is the beggarp'' the Professor
growled, one spring day, when they met
him in the square again, and the bare
headed silent reverence ended, he had
passed on without a greeting. To
Adrian then it did not matter that red
bud and laburnum and dogwood were
in bloom, and that the rose itself would
soon be here; it seemed to him as dead
and burned out world as the craters OF
the moon, till looking back he saw her,
so long forbidden to speak TO him, yet
glancing over her shoulder with that
smile. "Who is the beggarp" growled
the Uncle Raymond, "to whom you
choose to give glance when 1 forbid
it,, who stand in your dead fathers
shOesPn Enormous shoes they were,
judging by the Professors claim to au.
thority, and perhaps their potency was
stretched enormously by the wearer
"a fishing merchants son, indeed
One might suppose that, reared rs you
have been, the very Thought of such
connection would smell to heaven"
"He never touches fish," said Ella,
feeling obliged to answer, although il
he had been a'fisherman on the Brador
coast, it would have made no difference
with her He never sees them. He
away from the warehouses, and his clerks
write in books all day. And Adrian
will do SO too"
"He is rich, then, l suppOseP"
"Is hep" she asked, innOcently. "l
never thought, indeed"
He is not rich enough to have you,'
was the reply.
"Yes, uncle, he surely WILL" said the
timid thing solemnly, with her heart in
her mouth, but ready to die for hel
faith. Then something in Greek ex.
ploded, loud and angry, from the Pro,
fessor's throat; and he never again LEI
his ward out of his sight when she had
crossed his threshold. Love laughs al
locksmiths without doubt; but this lock.
smith was very skillful. 1t was almost
midsummer, and not one word had
Adrian heard from the lips of his Rose
and letter after letter had been returned
to him unopened. But his ardor wa.
unchanged; his love burned with tn,
same white flame, although there wer,
only smiles and glances to feed the fire
And now at last the college life wa.
drawing to a close, and Adrian was tn,
class poet. Perhaps his passion hat
warmed genius into life; there hat
never been such poem uttered ther,
before; but no other poet had had thos,
tender, yearning eyes before him will
the tears suspended in them, that fac,
so like a flower in the fresh dew "MOr,
organ-grinding," growled the Professor
The lovers met in the press, for on,
instant, not long afterward, as that por
ton of the exercises ended. And wheI
he had left her side great bunch o
red roses was in her hand, the most de
licious dewy roses, whose perfume swep
around her like an atmosphere. But tn,
Professor had relieved guard. His lyn,
eye caught sight of a white CLEAN anon.
the roses. He took them suddenly GU
of her hand, distracted little note
and gave the flowers back to her. Thel
he slipped the note into his coat pocket