Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1885-07-19

:" Who the dace is Miss Hypatiay'
The driver turned and stared at Cot
tie as IL he had come from some un'
known world.
Miss IIypstia Creep is professor
Of rational torrefaction at the High
School, sir"
Cottle looked blankly at the man for
a moment, and then, rs the meaning oil
the sentence penetrated his brain. he
burst into roar of laughter, which
provoked the driver into silence for the
rest Of the journey.
Cottle wandered around the streets
OF Noesis the next day in q state Of
mild, deprecatory wonder. The preva-
lence Of straight lines provoked him,
and the whitewashed, stif-backed trees
aroused his ire. The very names OF
the streets filled him with discomfort ;
for were there not Humboldt, Thales,
Calico, Esculapius, Gsnot, Herschel,
and Kepler avenues, Copernicus Square,
and smaller streets rejoicing in such
names as Iodide Of Potassium lane and
Ter.Chloride Of Nitrogen alley?
81 think" meditated Cottle, "that
one day in this town will satisfy me.
This is not the kind Of place for vaca-
ton. | shall leave this chemical laoo-
ratory tomorrow. prefer to worship
nature as q whole, not in q dissected
shape"
But fate had other things in store for
this sweet singer. AS he was retracing
his steps toward the hotel young wo-
man in the bloom Of her beauty passed
him. Cottle had seen many lovely
creatures, but never ono like this.
Her face was to him a perfect
poem, shrike of loneliness at
which he Immediately fell down
and worshipped. Cottle's dress and
manner were different from those Of the
scientific inhabitants Of Noesis, and
he attracted the young lady's attention.
She looked at him as she went by, and
for moment he bathed in the light of
the two most glorious eyes he had ever
seen. II was enough. From that mo-
mont The poets soul was in chains. He
stood transfixed to the spot, gazing
after her as she slowly walked down
the street. A small boy passed him
at that moment. Cottle seized the
youth by the shoulder with q convul-
sive grasp.
who is she?" he demanded in q
whisper.
Who's who? inquired the youth.
"Yonder maiden with the fathomless
eyes,"
The boys glance followed the direc-
ion of Cottle's extended finger.
That's Miss Hypatia Green, pro-
essor Of"
"Say no more !" exclaimed Cottle,
nterrupting him; "she is an angel"
"Ah, go way ~ exclaimed the boy,
IS he started down the street; are you
! lunatic?"
Cottle meditated moment. Was he
! lunatic? No; it was impossible. He
must be sane. Such face could only
70 the outward evidence of a truly
oyely soul. She must have warm,
rue, womsnly heart.
" Noesis " exclaimed Cottle, "you
ire the town for me. You may be full
# physics and mathematics and chem
stry and astronomy, but where that
ace is there is poetry enough for one
mans life, and here ! stay"
EPISODE II.-sHE DOES NOT LOVE
"And do you never feel a longing
or something deeper, sweeter, stronger
han all this array Of cold, scientific
acts?"
~ do not see how anything could be
deeper or stronger, and if by your pc
,uliar use of the comparative term
sweeter you mean 10 indicate dearer,
must reply that to every well-regu-
ated mind science is the dearest thing
On earth"
~ am afraid do not understand
you."
"And l am quite sure do not un-
ierstand you"
That was the way Hypatia Green and
Alfred Swinburne Cottle talked after a
acquaintance. The youngpoet's
had stretched out from two
weeks to seven. He had met Hypatia,
had gazed into her wonderful eyes, and
bad been less able than ever to fathom
their secrets. lie loved her deeply,
diStractedly he would not have been
q poet if he had not done that. But
when he talked like a poet to her she
did not appear to comprehend him at
all. She took all his metaphors Sc
and was utterly unable to
grasp an analogy. If he used an ar
gument, however, she could spring to
its logical results long before he could.
She was a puzzle to him and he was to
her. Hypatia had never met man
like this before she did not under
stand all his talk about beauty and the
value Of art. Once he praised her face,
and that really astonished her.
"Why, Mr.. Cottle, what do you
II mean that your face is beautiful.
Don't you know what beauty is 2"
"No; what is it?"
Perfection of appearance.
But appearances are Of SO little
consequence"
"Can you not understand the delight
that'one feels in gazing upon field Of
waving grain?"
"Yes; of course one naturally feels
delighted to see the rich results Of ra-
tional labor"
Cottle groaned. 1t was enough to
make any man grosn. Here was q
woman with the face and form Of q
Greek goddess who could not be made
to understand that she was beautiful.
From that time forth Cottle never again
talked of beauty. He talked Of love.
He tried to find the silent chord within
her heart that passion might awaken !;
but all his efforts seemed useless. The
conversation with which this chapter
opens occurred as they were on their
way to a wedding. He thought that
the beautiful ceremony might touch her
heart he was again doomed to disap.
pOintment and dismaY. The town of