Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-03-28

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/. rush through yourlessons, listening
to my comments and corrections al
the inevitable, and then hurry on
Of my presence as il / were all ogre
1t was e1pedient for me to be strict
, and stern in my class at the insti
tute, but the relation as teacher ant
and pupil need no longer exist be
tween us; let ME be you1"friend anc
helpmaIe. [ do not know why yor
appear,to dislike me. and are sc
constrained in my presence. | have
often noticed that you are never sc
frolics0me and gay when am near
No need to put coustraint on your
happy spirit on my account, child
Although the joyous mirth ofyoutt
has departed from my life forever
it still gladly echoes the music o.
Youthful hearts.n q - ..
sIndeed, Professor Ingram, you
misjudge me. l do not dislike you
and | know you have Away, been
just to me. | confess [ was not al
ways perfectly tree and at ease in
your class. You always looked at
me as though you were crticzing
what | said so severely in yonr
mind"
.'Did l." said he, laughing.
"Well, hear me swear, right here,
by the shade of old Tactitus that
willnot Ito Soagain. And will not you
Oh your si'le, promise not to look so
solemn whenever l come near youT'
Elise promised, and it was not
long before she and her teacher
were fully enjoying each others so
ciety. They often sat and CONVEX
sed long after lessons were over.
Nor was their conversation confined
to Latin literature, for Elise WAS be-
ginning to feel so free in his pres
ence that she could converse with
him as easily as with one of her
schoolluates. 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 go out for walk
with him, and rs they wandered
where the prospect Of green, Slop-
ing hills, shady dellS, sparkling
streams and distant blue mount
aims were spread out IN heavenly
beauty before them, the grave pro-
lessor lost many lesson that ma
ture, 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. was the
same that had often been turned
upon her vii a frowniDg expression
in the dreary old recitation room
at the institute.
She Often sang for him, and he
seemed never TO tire ofliearIpg her
voice. One evening when she had
finished singing KATHLEEN Mavour-
neen," he said; 'Do you know that
| once heard you sing that song
more beautifully than ever heard
it sung by any musical artist ofeith
er cOntincn.g'
"Why, no; did not know you adj
mired my voice enthusiastically.
Please tell me when | was SO for
tunate as to deserve such prase.n
ado you remember Of practicing
IN the music room near my Office
the hour after [ read the examina-
ton report of my Latin class? I
heard you singing, lEd went out
and sat down by the window and
listened to your songs. Twas there
when Miss Hatton came in and you
told her how sorely disappointed
You were in not getting your diplo-
INA. | cannot tell how deeply I SYM
pathized with you! 1t was then l
determined you shonld not be dis
appointed, in the end, if any assist
ance | could render you would be
OF avail"
ooh, you eavesdropper! and how
little dreamed then you were so
sweet and kind. I do not relnem.
Der all 1 said in my disappointment;
maybe [ said something naughty
about you" said Elise, affectionate
~ taking his hand from the back
of the CHAR, where it was lying, and
tenderly toying with The fingers.
"No, You did not,n he said, bend.
ing his dark, handsome face close
to hers; "and my little darling, l
have something more to confess.
DO You know that, as heard you
sing, 1 determined to one day make
that sweet voice and these sunny
urls and angling blue eyes all my
ownW
Butwe will not listen to the words
he uttered as lie told the old, old
story that. has kindled loyelight in
the eyes of happy maidens from
time immemorial; the old, old story
that enchanted Elise as no music
had ever done, and called forth from
her heart confession of the love
she bore for nina love-tllat twas
founded on a rock," and was as pure
as her spotless life.
Ere another commencement day
rolled around at the institute, the
professor had made her his bride,
and when he came to sign his name
to the diploma that Elise had so
fondly desired, athriIl of happiness
and nride ran thrOnrh his heart as