, 1886-09-26
PHEBUS OR CUPID.

OH lie ~
waving banners of the cornfeld. Hud-
died beside the corn, as if to get the
benefit of "a narrow strip of ragged
shadow, was a cucumber patch! The
glory OF that patch was not its much
maligned fruit, but the frisky insects
which were eating its strength away.
-Out OF sorrow cometh joy for some
one. nearly always. The sorrow of the
farmer was the JOY of the scientist; for
the little poacher on the vine was the
potato bug, the far-famed Colorado
beetle. Doryphora decem-lineata. Be
sides Doryphora. in the pitiless glare Of
the sun, knelt Professor Timotheus N.
Jones, assistant state entomologist,
sp~ectacles on nose, microscope in hand,
glowing with enthusiasm, pimpled with
heat.
Professor Timotheus n. Jones was a
great genius. but even the immature
young potatoes in the adjoining field
r1ust have winked their blind eyes at the
man who would kneel in that tempest
OF sunshine without a cabbage leaf in his
hat.
Ignorance and immatnrity generally
laugh at science, but this time the scien-
lists symptoms endorsed them. A pain,
about the size OF a mans hand, slapped
the top of the assistant state entomolo-
gist's head. The mate to it gave his di-
gestive organs n shake. Then a thrill
went down his spine; then he was very
warm; then he was chilly; then he felt
faint; after which he did not feel at all
When Timotheus recovered conscious
ness he was in a cool room. lie took
cognizance of its having windows draped
with muslin curtains. The swayiDg
motion of these adornments made him
dizzy. so he closed his eyes again.
Don't speak" said a voice. Lie per-
fectly quiet till the doctor comes
He had no intention OF speaking. but
this moved him to inquire. Where
am II"
AT my house." said the voice, which
emanated from n comfortable, middle
aged farmeress, who was applying mus
tard plasters TO the soles OF his feet. MY
son found you over in the cornfeld, and
brought you in. He's gone for the doctor
now. Ssh. don't talk. You amt
dead.
There. Miss Rose" continued the
voice, after an interval. Il wouldn't put
on any more ice if | was you. Amt tia
mercy the ice man came yesterday He
SO often forgets us country folks. Why
don't Andy come with the doctorl
Ssh! don't talk to him. There's
nothing SO bad for sick people as to talk
to EN-
Again the aching eyelids Enclosed, and
Professor Timotheus N. Jones saw, bend
ing over him, the most beautiful blonde
lady he ever beheld. She looked as cool
and well-starched as the white dress she
Wore, but what a world of sympathy
was in her heavenly blue orbs, as she
bent their gaze on the limp and PROSTATE
naturalist.
He is reviving, Mrs. Lee. l think l
can be of no further service; besides,
there is Mr. Andrew and the doctor.
Poor mamma will be 80 frightened when
she sees Doctor Gray come in. if | am
not with her to explain the cause Of his
visit, - said the blue-eyed maid.
She glided away. and, without any APP
parent reason, Professor Timotheus n.
Jones felt ill-used.
Alas for Tmotheus M Before that
moment Of fate all w%omankind had
seemed to him to be divided into two
classes-fat women who kept boarders,
and thin women who taught school.
Dull as his brain was, he made an in
Simultaneous resolve TO revise this cata-
logue.
This new and perfect specimen Of a
hitherto unknown species of the genus
muller he learned during his convales-
cence. was named Rosa Allen. She,
with her invalid mother. had taken
board for the summer at the farmhouse
Of "Widder Lee" parent Of the good
Samaritan, Andrew.
Professor Timotheus engaged board
at this agriculture! Eden. pre-
sided over by tie "widder." His
physician warned him not to
expose himself unduly 70 the direct rays
of the solar luminary; therefore, as be-
hoved an industrious naturalist, he de-
cided to sit him down in Mrs. Lees
parlor and write up n few hundred pages
from notes already taken on Doryphora
decem-lineata.
a change was lisped about the
acaciasT that lifted their blossoms TO the
farmhouse windows.
Farmer Andrew Lee wa the man that
l'sP"d IT. Professor said that candid
yeoman' one evening, after Miss Rose
had gone up to her mother, you are not
n marrying man. are your
The embarrassed professor stammered
IN lncoherent reply.
Just So thought So said the other,
taxing the answer Tor grantee. Now !
am, and what want to ask OF you Is,
that you being as you are, and being
as are, you take a back seat, and give
me a better chance
"To-ah-I fear, nv friend that | do