The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1885-08-06

snihe. one could not explain to her.
self why she felt so indignant at Pro-
lessor Holstein, or why she passed
with averted gaze the spot they had
chosen for their morning readings.
"Ah! how do you do?" pleasant
voice called to hor, in the simple Ger
man phrase she had already mastered.
81 thought you were never coming. I
have got such pretty little poem,
which | cut out OF the Gartenlaube!
Shall read it,"
"Ccrtainly-if you wish"
lie was too eager to be checked by
her chilling reserve. In q deep, melo-
dious voice, he began to read to her a
pretty spring idyl. 1t han q great deal
of love i'll it, and u great deal of sor-
row.
"Don't you like that" he said, look
insup Just in time to see her tears. "Ah,
knew you would!"
He put out his hand, but drew it
back again.
"That is what I should like, "he went
on, earnestly. II should like to wan
der away off to some wild spot, and
live there with one loved--with you,
Helen"
Professor Holstein, you forget your
self!''
"Forsct? No! Do not start from
me, Helen. love you with my whole
soul.'
"Sir, she cried, passionately, "your
love is an insult! How dare you speak
OF such a thing to me?"
"Helen, what are you saying?"
81 say that you have no right to ad-
dress me SO, sir. How dare you take
advantage OF the privileges of hospi-
tality? How dare you abuse your
rights as a teacher to--to--"
"Hear me, Helen! have deceived
YOU"
II know it. am quite well aware,
sir, OF who and what you are. Co
leave me this instant! Inever want to
see you again. Idespisc such pertidy
as yours. Co"
CAS- you sayn' he said, turning very
pale: Il never meant to do anything
wrong.' Ii have erred, Miss Darragh,
lm punished for the fault. dolove
you withmy whole soul Good-by!"
He strobe away quickly, and when
he cameupon Bob, at the garden gate,
he said hoarsely:
II was afraid it wouldn't turn out
well, old boy. Helen has found me out
and will have nothing to do with me"
The deuce,' Bobexclaimed. "Who
| told her GorlOn?"
"Idon't know he answered gloomi-
ly. lit was !. bad day for me, Bob,
when | came to Canonchet. shall
never care for any other woman, and
now"
"Tm sorry, Gordon" Bob replied.
III rather thought Helen would see the
joke, after the first shock was over"
"lt doesn't seem to strike her that
way" said Gordon, Will, q bitter smile
"GoOd-by, old boy! think I'd bet
ter get away from here as soon as
can.
"Tm sorry-''Bob began.
"Nevcr nind," said his friend, brave
ly. ut wasn't your fault, l shall
leave Canonchet tonight. Good-by!"
Bob walked with him q little way, and
came back quite cast down in spirits.
II had no idea she'd fly off in that
way he muttcred. ssGirls are queer
creatures. l would have sworn she
was in love with him, and deep enough
for any emergency. Helen"
She was just going in by the garden
gate.
II want to speak to you a moment"
"Well?'
"Don't you think you were a little
rough on Gordon?"
"On whom?"
"On Gordon. We only meant it as
a little joke, and it was l who put him
up to it. You were so opposed to
men, and thought you would he sure
to be friends if you could only meet. F."
"My dear Bob," she cried, "Ihaven't
the slightest idea what you are talking
about"
''Gortlon has gone away" he pur-
sued. Hes aWfully cut mp about it,
and I'm sure, Helen"
"Gordon gone away" she echoed.
"What do you mean?"
"Why," said Bob, somewhat impa-
tiently, che did not mean any harm
when he came here in the character of
q German professor, which of course
he isn't, though his mother was Ger
man, and her name was Holstein."
'Do you mean to say" cried Helen,
changing color, chat Professor Hol-
stein is your friend Leon Gordon?"
''Why, he said you knew all about
it. There is u Professor Holstein, who
is writing a work on philology He is
Gorlon,s uncle; but he's q middle
aged man, with a wife and seven
children"
."Bob,' cried Helen, bursting into
tears, which fairly took his breath
away, "Ill never forgive you for this
never!"
She rushed past him into the house,
heap on the sofa.
"Oh, ii I'd only gone to Amherst!'
she mOancd, quite Unconscious that
some one in the doorway was regard
ing her with startled gaze.
81 beg your pardon!' stammered
Gordon, the ex-professor. II left my
German dictionary in here, and Rob
said-Helen"- was down on his
knees beside her, holding one of her
hands-"can you ever forgive me? l
do not ask or hope for anything,
though my life will be very empty now
without you. If you will only say
that you will not hate me, that you
will think of me sometimes kindly; !
shall try to be content"
II think of you entirely too often
now,' she said, with a final sob, as she
shook out a very wet handkerchief and
looked at him through her tears.
! Something in her face must have Civ
en- him hope, for one arm was slipped
around her, and he drew the little, pas
sive hand, which he held, to his lips.
"Say you will forgive mel" he urged,
| with sudden holiness sHThink how
hard it will be, and how announcement,
to get new German teacher in the
middle of the summer. Helen, don't
you think you might marry me? Then
we could continue our lessons indefi-
nitely."
Slowly but with a sense of appro-