Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-06-04

me?"
"Why, Edward" very tenderly,
"there is no need for such secrecy;
no one is within hearing but ourselves,
and you know, love, you wished an
answer to your note. tits here; have
loved You from the moment saw you,
and am willing to be your wife. The
sooner, the better; ;" and once more she
made rush for his coat-collar.
To say that the young fellow was as
tonished is but a feeble expression-he
was simply dumbfounded. And the
note What could it all mean? But,
having forcibly seated the too-loving
woman again, he said:
"Let me see the letter p
With q look of great CONSERVATION on
her face, she produced it, and watched
him closely as he read.
"Miss Woodward after reading
slowly from beginning to end, "believe
4uO, uCNCI ouW bu1o UC4OAOs
"What You didn't write it p
shrieked 1.-THE almost-frantic woman
"then who did? Who has dared to
make such a fool of me? Who has
dared do it, I say?"
Now if the professor guessed, he said
nothing, but tried to calm the poor
woman, for he pitied her grief aSd
rage.
But twas in vain In her raving,
she dropped off her beautiful curls, and
that was the "straw which broke the
cancels back" she fell to the floor in a
swoon. The young man, thinking she
would be better without him, took his
leave, and sent one of the servants to
her assistance then went to his own
apartments to think it over.
That Nettie Cutler was at the bottom
of the mischief, he was certain, and he
suffered some sharp pangs to think she
cared so little for his feelings and those
Of her teacher as to do such thing.
After much meditation on the subject,
the poor fellow took himself to bed with
heavy heart.
Miss Woodward was, with some diff
Guilty, tucked away for the night, and
her feelings were pitiable indeed. She
meant to be kind to the girls, and to
think they should do such an act (for
by this time she had thought of some of
her pupils as the authors) troubled her
greatly. Then, how should she ever
meet that fellow again? But, while
thinking over these things, she gradual
ly fell asleep and forgot all her woes.
The mischief makers themselves were
almost as uneasy as their victims. Not
much was said among them, and they
retired early; but none Of them rested
well, and Nettie cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, as Nettie was 60
ing down the corridor, who should she
meet but the professor himself going
up. She attempted to pass with sim
pie "Good-morning," but he stopped.
"Miss Cutler, I could scarcely be-
ieve that you would be guilty of such
deed as you performed at Miss Wood
wards and my expense. I have lost
respect for your
"Oh Professor We've really didn't
mean to do any harm J" sobbed Nettie;
"and we thought you'd know twas all
in fun |"
eyes It must be remarkably funny
to hurt the feelings of your principal as
you have DONE" he said, sternly, and
passed on.
Nettie stood gazing after him with
fearful eyes. eff we hadn't had those
horrid old picked lines to eat, we should
never have thought Of it. Oh! he will
never look at me again! I wish was
dead and buried !"
But, bless you! he did; he couldn't
help it. The girls went to their princi-
pal, confessed their crime, and were
punished according to the deed; but
they were not expelled, to their great
relief and Miss Woodward recovered
from her grief and disappointment in
time.
The professor, after making friends
with Miss Nettie, and discovering that
she really was not the leader for this
time, found another professorship not
far away, and resigned his to a much
older man, who at last accounts was in.
tending to make the principal and him.
self one.
After Nettie became Mrs. Stems, she
would often say, laughingly, that picked
lines were not good food for young