Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-12-07
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY DECEMBER T. 1884,

An! what random shot had i flung?
His dark eyes for moment appeared to
emit rays like lightning. How he seemed
to probe into my very sOull Surely he
found no dark caveTns of meaning hid
beneath my question, for gradually the
strange fire died out, and long sigh only
told that some emotion had been stirred.
A smile made its way to the lips that
were a moment before rigid and cold,
when he responded:
"Daisy, child, call me what you will, so
long as you show me that face. Oh! if
you should changer
''What then?" exclaimed /, laughing.
He said no more just then, but when
we were seated and my book of geometry
lay open before me, | found him over
looking my shoulder, and knew that he
was laughing heartily. In a moment l
discovered that the problems We're upside
down.
''Its no use,'' l exclaimed, ''tO try to
study until that question is settled.
What shall I call you, for don't like Mr..
Wiuiams?'
Harry looked up from his study, and
cried out impatiently:
"1Our nonsense is interrupting my
studies. 1 told you that some people
called him Professor, and why don't you
say so, and ask Mr.. Williams if he likes
it."
HaPs head went down over his book,
while my restless gaze was turned full
upon the man whose eyes once more were
illumined with that strange light. The
hand that had been laid upon the back of
my chair trembled yisibly, Ibid not turn
away, but tried to sOOthe his state Of
mental agitation by being true.
''HaPs tired of my persistence, so let's
end il all. May 1 call you Professor?
Williams will do for state occasions"
He became calm, and so we went on with
our usual daily tasks. 1t was but
small incident, but left deep impression
upon my mind, and a still deeper one upon
Harry's.
When upon the eve of returning home
on the same day, stood upon the piazza
awaiting Harry, it was an opportunity
for me to try the effect of Venturlng upon
the new title. Miss MilanO stood beside
me as commanding as ever. Dear Mrs.
Williams, or Madame, as she allowed me
to call her, was in her easy chair, also
very near me. In front Of me, and lean
ing against one of the marble pillars, was
he into whose face L looked full when l
said for the first time:
professor, will you be kind enough to
remind my fOrgetful brother that l await
him here%'
This time had no opportunity to see
what effect my words had upon the Pro-
fessOr himself, for he nearly upset me in
reaching his mother. Miss MilanO turned
also abruptly away, and seemed intent
upon some Office she was performing for
the invalid. If any words passed between
them l never knew; but, after a while,
saw them all come into position once
more, Miss MilanO as immOYable as mar
! bic, Madame's face a little fearful as she
| held out her hand to me and half Whis-
pered:
"Macherep' Then she kissed me and
gently showed me away, saying: Eugene,
alleZ YOusD
He asked me to walk little way down
the avenue with him, and lett word for
Harry to follow. We were soon out Of
speaking distance from the house, and
under one of the thick eVergreens he
/ paused. He did not come very near to
where l stood with beating heart, but,
with hat respectfully held in hand, spoke
to me as if l were the noblest lady in the
land.
"Miss WeTborn, pardon me if 1 ask,
not for my sake, but for hers and he
! pointed towards his mother, if there was
/ hidden meaning in any of yours or your
/ brothers remarks about my name?"
''On my soul, mop Ireplied, for myself.
| eff Harry's had it is unknown to me.''
We were both looking straight into each
| others eyes, and, when ne spoke again,
| felt that tacit confidence had been es-
/ tablished between us.
''It is no longer needful for me to con-
| ceal from you that / bear a burden for
her sake. Were l alone in the world not
| a shackle should bind me, for my soul is
not burdened with a crime"
Il know it," / interrupted.
''Thank you" he uttered, in the same
low, respectful tones; ''but must bear a
| burden it seems. l would not implicate
! you, however, in any way, and can only
beg you to act out at all times your own
true self. Give me up if you will, or call
me Professor as you will. The worst is
over now"
l felt as if a crisis had come, and quick,
in all my instincts, spoke out my heart
cry:
''Why should give you up? Not un-
less you are weary of your pupil"
Oh. what a glad smile Illumined his
| face. For a few moments he said moth
ing; then, laying his hand upon my head
| as if L were a little child, his words came
| with all their accustomed music in them
! Daisy, your trust is beautiful. would
| die rather than betray it."
/ had no time to repress the gush OF
! tears that came, but he understood them,
/ and called them a clearing-up shower.
! He had scarcely time to whisper before
/ Harry overlook us:
| ''DO not be frightened out of calling me
| Professor from this time forth"
| So trusting him with a glad heart, ]
/ went on my way.