Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1884-10-09

Elise promised, and it was not long
before she and her teacher were fully
enjoying each others society. They
often sat and conversed long after
lesson were over. Nor was their CON
versations confined to Latin litera-
ture, for Elise was beginning to feel
in his presence that she could con
verse with him as easily as with one
of her schoolmates. She would show
him her books, birds and flowers, and
even. let him examine the collection
of botanic specimens she had made.
She would often 90 out for walk
with him, and as they wandered where
tie prospect of green, slopiug hill,
shady dells, sparkling streams and
distant, blue mountains was spread
out in heavenly beauty before Ihem,
the grave professor lost many a les
son that nature, III her silent Ian
guage, would have taught him, in
listening to the siren voice af his hap
ply companion. Elisa would 90 on
with her merry discourse, hardly
realizingithat the dark face before
her, which she had come to think so
handsome, was the same that had
often been turned upon her with a
frowning expression in tne dreary
old recitation room at the Institute
She often sang for him, and he
seemed never to be tired of hearing
her voice. One evening when she
had finished singing kathleen Ma
vourneen, he said "Do you know
that once heard you sing that song
more beautifully than I have ever
heard it sung by any musical artist of
either continent
"Why, no; did not know you adj
mired my voice enthusiastically.
Please tell me when l was SO fortunate
as to deserve such praise"
DO you remember practicing in
the music room near my Office the hour
after read the examination report of
my Latin class2 ] heard you singing,
and went out and sat down by the
window and listened to your songs. /
was there when Miss Hatton came in
and you told her how sorely disap-
pointed you were in not getting your
diploma | can not tell how deeply |
sympathized with you'll 1t was then |
determined that you should not be
disappointed, in the end, if any assist
ance | could render you would be of
avail"
"Oh, you eavesdropperl and how
little dreamed then you were so sweet
and kind. / do not remember all
said in my disappointment; maybe
said something naughty about you,
said Elise, atfectionately taking his
hand from the back of the chair,
where it was lying, and tenderly toy
ing with the fingers.
mo, you did not, f" he said, bending
his dark, handsome face close to hers
and, my little darling, | have some
thing more to confess. De you know
that, as l heard you sing, | determin-
ed to one day make that sweet voice
and those sunny curls and laughing
blue eyes all my own2'
But we will not listen to the words
he uttered as he told her the old, old
story that hns kindlcd lovelight in the
eyes of happy maidens from time i'm
memorial; the old, old story that en-
Elise as no music had ever
done, and called forth from her heart |
a confession of the love she bore for
him-a love that was founded on
rock, and was as pure as her spotless
life.
Ere another commencement day
rolled around at the institute, the pro-
fessor had made her his bride, and
when he came to sign his name to the
diploma that Elise had so fondly de-
sired, a thrill of happiness and pride
ran through his heart as he thought
of all it had helped him to gain.
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