The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-11-29

Mrs Merdon's disapproval of her
daug hter's visit to the observatory with
Seymour broadened into anger as his
calls were repeated, and repeated often
An intimacy grew between the young
people that, even to themselves they
dld not undertake to explain. The
girls friendship had opened a new
world to the hard worked student
Had he known more of life, he would
have known that he was falling in love.
over the other secret was stealing as
comes over us in the morning. A
month had passed since the senior party.
The two sat again in the telescope
room. She seemed to be studying the
stars.
And do you remember she was ask
ing, that, that evening you thought
through some one of them father was
looking at us?"
YES
DO you suppose he can see us now?"
Yes" Tin surprised Way
Then" (hesitatingly) do Won think
he is glad-is glad to see us together?"
Won't you," (the voice was very
husky)-"won't you answer for me?"
Yes" she said, in voice clear as
harp chord, II know he is"
Seymour wondered if his senses we're
giving away. He hardly knew what fol-
lowed. He meant to ask-he tried to
ask If she didn't think her father would
be glad to see them always together.
Somehow that seemed long and heavy
and he couldn't make the words come
de had choking sensation in his
throat and his eyes were blinded with
tears. He felt just as he had in the
green house the night of the senior
party. He wanted to kiss the hem of
her garment. He felt that he was in
debt to her and falling deeper in
dept every moment. He knew he was
making fool of himself, but he didn't
care. He was the happiest fool that
moment in Cots happy world.
You are just as much mine," she
said at last, her hands resting on his
head, which some way or other had
found a place IN her lap-"you are
just as much mine as if l had not done
all the wooing myself"
The Merdon mansion bad never seen
such storm as followed Charlotte's
avowal of her betrothai. Her mother
insisted that she would never consent
never in the world, and the girl, who
had always honored her wishes above
everything else was in distress
But you did not marry rich man
yourself, mother; why should you want
me to?" she urged.
Il married a man who was great
whom everybody knew: why, if you
were to marry the man, whoever he is,
who will ill his chair, [ should be hap
py forever, but this felow"-and her
Indignation almost overpowering her
she left the room.
1t was late in the evening when Char
lotte stole up stairs. Passing her
mothers room she saw that the door was
partly open. She knew what it meant
Women, even among themselves, make
their reconcIhatIons gracefully, gradu-
ally. She pushed the door wide open,
as her mother had intended she should,
and went IN. The lady sat by her
writing table; her head rested on her
hand, and she was evidently sleeping.
a little pile of letters lay before her,
picture beside them. Tears had
dropped upon the letters, and the pict-
ure bore the stain of tears. Charlotte
looked at the picture closely. The face
was familiar Surely she had seen it be-
fore. But where2 She could not place
1t among her aoquaintances. Whose
face was 1t? She started. A broken, I'M
certain voice seemed to say. That's a
good picture of the president" Her
lovers awkward remark at the party,
hn ~ ha he
that her mother cried over. 1t was all
clear, very clear, and she didn't care to
read the open letter by the picture.
My poor, dear motherp she thought,
as without awakening her, she glided
to own room, carrying thither the great
est secret of her lifetime, save one.
1t was after midnight when Mrs
Merdon awoke. She had hoped her
daughter would come in She wanted
TO tell her that she was no longer angry.
She had been carried back over parts of
her own life and she wanted to tell
Charlotte that after all she must follow
perience had taught her SO. She was
almost ready to confess to her that al
though she had marrled man who was
great, whom everybody knew, she-no,
no, no, she could not tell her daughter
that. Very slowly she put away the
letters and picture, saying:
"Yes, loved him then, and, God for
give me, | have loved him ever since
At noon the next day a servant
brought note to the presidents
study:
charlotte E. Merdon requests the
pleasure of a few moments private con-
versation.'
Il wonder what Addie Mather's
daughter wants of meP" thought the old
bachelor as he passed down into the re-
ception room. How the girl brings
her to mind y
In dignifed manner that even sur
prised herself, Charlotte began:
Il understand that the trustees have
given you power regarding the profess
sorship which fathers death made va
cant"
yes"
Have you made any provision yet?"
NO"
Il have candidate to present.
"What-youl A candidatel Who is
it?n
Brent Seymour"
Charlotte's intimacy was not known
to the president, but this astounded
him.
ut is impossible" he said, Il d ut
see how you can ask 1t, how you can
think of it."
Would you not do much to bring to
you one you loved?" she asked boldly.
A peculiar light came into the gray
eyes behind the steel-bowed spectacles
"Yes."
"How much?"
Anything"
Would you give professorship?"
The peculiar light increased. 1t was
almost blaze.
yes"
will you give me this professor
ship if bring to you one you love?"
The gray eyes were now fairly ahame.
She was now understood. He spr
to his feet. Age seemed to fall from