The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-11-28

no medal for you," she said, deeply
signing.
"That does not, in the least displease
me, my little girl. "As to medals,
they only represent relative excellence,
and if you are not exactly satisfied with
your literary attainments, and have
your heart set on taking q diploma, you
need not be disappointed, for to-day
Prof. Ingram spoke to me of your fail
ure in Latin examination, and told me
the cause of it. He said, as he accepted
the invitation extended him, he would
take pleasure in giving you q few pri-
yate lessons, and you might pursue your
studies in Latin and be able to take
your diploma yet, with very little in
convenience to either party.
This revelation struck Elise almost
breathless.
"What invitation, papa?" she asked.
Us Prof. Ingram going to visit you at
Woodlawn this summer?"
eyes, darling, 1 have often invited
him to visit me at my summer home,
that we might hunt and fish together
and spend again pleasant time in each
Others company as in our old college
days. I have always been fond of In
gram, and will be only the more re-
joiced to have him with me if his visit
is the means of making my loved one
happy"
Il made Elise's heart sink, the pros
pect of the summer before her, when
she had expected to be as Joyous and
free as a lark, to be restrained all the
bright, beautiful time by the grave.
dignified Professors presence. How
much o happy she would be to pur-
sue her studies free and alone!
But she did not make known her
feelings because she loved her father so
we'll and would not for anything annoy
him. She turned the subject as o as
she could, asking eagerly about her
"Aunty "a maiden sister of Mr.. O'Brien
who lived with him and tried faithfully
to fill the Office of o mother to his
orphaned child.
For the frstfew days after the Pro-
fessor's arrival at Woodlawn Elise skill
fully steered clear of his presence, never
meeting him except at the table and
when she went to take her lessons from
him in the library.
The Professor, although she was per-
fectly polite to him. saw that she avoid
ed him, and the hour spent with him
IN the library each morning was a real
punishment to her. The first morning,
as the Professor had not brought his
text books with him, she was obliged to
let himlook on her book as she read;
but BY the next day she had brought
down an old copy of Tacltus, that was
her isther's, from some dusty recess in
the library, and politely offered it to
him. He noticed this, and tried to
make her more ut ease in his presence.
Miss Elise" he said one morning,
"let me entreat you not to sit SO far off,
as if you were afraid of me. Come
over here and sit on this sofa by me, and
l give you my word for it, if you do go
a little wrong, you will sustain no NOR
tai injury atmy hands.
"Pray do not rush through your les
son, listeningto my comments and cor
rectlons as the inevitable, and then hur-
ry out of my presence as if I were an
ogre. It was expedient for mt to be
strict and stern in my class at the In
s%titute, but the relation as teacher and
pupil need no longer exist between us;
let me be your friend and helpmate. I
do not know why you appear to dislike
me, aud are so constrained in my pre-
sence. I have often noticed that you
are never so frolicsome and gay when I
am near. No need to put constraint
on your happy spirit on my account,
child. Although the Joyous mirth OF
youth has departed from my life for
ever, it still gladly echoes the music of
other youthful hearts,"
Indeed, Prof. ingram, you misjudge
me. 1 do not dislike you, and know
you have always been just to me. [
confess I was not always perfectly free
and at ease in your class. You always
looked at ME as though you were criti-
Ching what I said SO severely in your
mind"
did 1" said he, Laughing. "Well,
hear me swear, right here, by the shade
of old Tactitus that I will not do so
again. And will you not, on your side,
promise not to look SO solemn whenever
I come near vou?"
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 les
sons were over. Nor was their CONVEX
sation confined to Latin literature for
Elise was beginning to feel so free in
his presence that she could converse
with him as easily as with one of her
schoolmates. She would show him her
books, birds and flowers, and ever let
him examine the collection of botanic
specimens she had made. She would
often go out for a walk with him, and
as they wandered where the prospect of
green. sloping hills, shady dells, spark
ling streams and distant, blue noun
tains was spread out in heavenly beauty
before them, the grave professor lost
many q lesson that nature, in her silent
language, would have taught him, in
listening to the siren voice of his happy
companion. Elise would go on with
her merry discourse, hardly realizing
that the dark face before her, which she
had come to think SO handsome, wa the
same that had often been turned upon
her with a frowning expression in the
dreary old recitation room at the Insti-
tute.
She often sang for him, and he seemed
never to tire of hearing her voice. One
evening when she had finished singing
Kathleen Mavourneen," he said: "Do
you know that L once heard you sing
that song more beautifully than I ever
heard it sung by any musical artist Of
either continent?"
"Why, no; I did not know you ad-
mired my voice enthusiastically. Please
tell me when I was so fortunate as to
deserve such praise"
"Do you remember of practicing in
the music room near my office the
hour after I read the examination re-
port of my Latin class? I heard you
singing, and went out and sat down by
the window and listened to your songs.
I was there when Miss Hatton came in