Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-07-19

want To 20 to the Huxley house, sir ~
said stage driver, stepping up 10 him.
well, | want to 90 to u hotel Is that
the best?V
There isn't any other, SIR
"Then you may take me to the Huxley
house."
COttle followed the driver to his vehicle.
and soon was gliding over perfectly
smooth pavement.
u say, driver" said he, 'how's the
cooking at this hotel~
First class, sir We have cooking
down to science here. Cook at Huxley
house is a pupil to Miss Hypatia."
! "Who the deuce is Miss Hvpatia?"
The driver turned and stared at Cottle
as II he had come from some unknown
world.
"Miss Hypatia Green is Professor of
Rational Torretactl0n' at the high
school, SIR
COttle looked blankly at The man tor a
moment, and then, as the meaning of the
sentence penetrated his brain. be 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 a state of mild.
deprecatory wonder. The prevalence Of
| straight lines provoked him and the
his ire. The very names OF the streets
filled him with discomfort, tor were there
not Humboldt, Thales Calico. Escula-
Plus, GanOt, Hersche aud Kepler ave-
nues, Copernicus square, aud smaller
streets rejoicing in SUCH names rs Iodide
of Potassium lane and Ter-Chloride of
Nitrogene alley?
81 think" meditated Cottle, "that one
day in this town will satisfy me. This is
4 NOT . hn L NTt 4.,,,
shall leave this chemical laboratory to-
morrow. ! prefer to worship nature as q
whole, not in dissected shape"
But fate had other things in store for
this sweet singer. AS he was retrac ing
his steps toward the hotel a young woman
in the bloom OF her beauty passed him.
Cottle had seen many lovely creatures
but never one like this. Her face was to
HIM perfect poem, shrine of lOyeltness
at which he immediately fell down and
worshiped. COttle's dress and manner
We're different from those OF the scientific
inhabitants of Noess, and he attracted
the young lady's attention. She looked
at him as she went out, and for a moment
ne bathed in the light of the two most
glorious eyes he mad ever seen. 1t was
enough. From that moment the poets soul
was IN chains. He stood trausfixed TO the
spot, gazing after her as she slowly
| walked DOWN JDe SUebI. n small nov
passed him at that moment, COttle seized
the youth by the shoulder with a cOnvul-
sive grasp.
"Who is sheY he demanded, in a
whisper.
who's whoy" inquired the youth.
"Y Onder maiden with the fath0mless
eyes"
The boys glance followed the direction
of COttle's extended finger.
THAT'S Miss Hypatia Greed, professor
! OF
'Say no more" exclaimed Cottle, inter
rupting him; 'sbe is an angel"
"Ah, go 'wayW exclaimed the boy, as
he started down the street; 'are you a
lunatic?'
COttle meditated a moment. Was he a
lunatic? No; 1t was impossible. He must
be sane. Such a face could only be the
outward evidence Of a truly lovely soul.
She must have a warm, true, w0manly
heart.
"Noesisp' exclaimed COttfe; you are
the town for me. You may be full of
physics and mathematics and chemistry
and astronomy, but where that face is
there is poetry enough for one mans life,
and here st ay."