The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1886-07-18

III was merely going to say-caloulated to
Inspire the. weakest mind" said Baroko
blandly. Certainly will refrain"
The logical girls met that morning ana
the two masters separated, Arcturus to the
correction Of exercises, Baroko 70 the sixth
class lecture-rocm. The pupils were as
sembled, with books before them, and with
weary faces that betrayed no natural amnity
for logic. Only Alicia Hargreaves was, as
usual, equal TO the occasion. Moiiy was
nervous, and well she might be, for she had
not done her exercise, and the Professor had
a reputation for being rigid in the extreme
He looked over the neat pile on his desk.
"Nine books" he said frigidiy. mar.
greaves, Matthew'S" he ran over the list
Of names. ~ should haveten Miss Drum
mond, will you kindly hand me your exer-
else ~ s,..,,,,,v ,..n
half dozen times to the class, and her first
awe Of the Professor had not yet evaporated.
She was also tired and her head ached,
owing to previous dissipation. She had
tried to do that exercise, but the logical girls
were all too busy to help her. Moreover
and this weighed her down with sense OF
guilt--there had been party last night IN
which she played a prominent part, aud she
could not help wondering whistler, II she
b ad not gone to that party-but regret came
too late. Her fellow-students had been con.
selling her since she arrived that morning
with the assurance that they should not like
TO be in her shoes, and she was inwardly
quaking, though she lifted up brave face.
~ am sorry, Professor Brandon. l have
not done it."
Indeed I" said Baroko, In voice OF pro.
found oivility just tinged with surprise, that
scared her yet more. might ] ask the
reason 2"
III could not do II" replied Molly, feeling
very much ashamed Of herself-she, who had
been accustomed 10 place considerable
faith in her own talents. ut was too diff
cult"
"Too diffioultS 7" repeated Baroko, sAuvely.
~ understood you to say that you had studied
logic previously, Miss Drummond. How
longf"
III studied II about year." replied the
doomed one, sin my last school. The book
was different" she added desperately.
$50 should have judged" said Baroko,
"from your previous exercises. II you will
kindly give me the name Of the book which
you have studied, Miss Drummond, shall
be happy to read II. It will doubtless cast
new light OIL the principles logic. AS,
however, your attaiumenls are quite beyond
the level
He had gone so far In the bland, sneering
fashion the pupils detested, when a smoth :.
Grad sob interrupted him. He glanced at
Molly. She had bent her flushed face over
the desk, but the next second she raised II
again. and he saw how desperately and In
dignantly she was striving to keep back the
tears. His heart smote him, though none
of the logical girls knew that he had heart
at all. After all, he had been too hard he
should have remembered that Molly was a
new pupil, and not accustomed to the cool,
scathing remarks with which he was accus.
toned to indulge the logic students. He said
no more, and the work Of the class contin-
ned. Molly recovered herself aud joined in
II more or less, generally less. When she
did speak IL was TO blunder, but the Probes
sor was not hard upon her. If 1t had not
been for the inevitable satire in his tones
one would almost have said he tried to be
encouraging. The hour passed slowly, very
slowly, but II was over at last.
"You may co." said Baroko. Miss Drum
mond, will you stay momeuta'
One or two of the girls cast sympathetic
gIauces at Molly az they went out. Alicia
wore exactly the look Of mingled hatred for
sin and pity for the sinner which was appro.
pirate under the circumstances. The Pro
lessor saw her expression, and 1t did the
oulprit very good service. AS for Molly, she
utterly determined not to break down, how.
ever exquisite might be the torture; and
sarcasm always narrowed her feelings mos,
deeply. How could she have cried Tor tha'
odious man Why did he not speak IL was
another method OF torture. The PROFESSOR
spoke:
81 think you are not quite equa! at pres
ent, Miss Drummond, to the work oil the
class" He paused.
mo, indeed, am not, said molly pIou"
ly. "Thank you, will not return to It,"
The Professor smiled. In spite Of himself
at the idea that any OF his pupils should
adopt tragedy air with MIN. bnt ne pro
ceedsd, trying 10 smooth the saure out Vi III
voice:
"You misunderstood me. think all yot
need is little help at the BEGINNING, "
nest que ie premier pas 9ul cou'e, yot
know, Miss Drumm0nd. Does she know
he wondered mentality your haturai rag
u'ty Is quite equal .hink' 10 .ha. VI auy
the pupils, but as YET you nave NOT CHOSEN
Apply yo"rsei' " tue suoJeo.. n". w ~,
will come to my room once or twice we VIII
just run over the old ground together, aho
you Will soon be quallned 10 take your shar,
in the class work. Lst ms see-wheh eouit
you come ~
} Molly looked astounded. It was indeed
III unuSuht onot ioi Aio'oooo' ot"ouout n
} seldom troubled himself with his pupils on
of class time, unlike Madison, whose spar
hours were filed up with coaching. Hat
, she been mistaken after ALI Baroko's tone
were not wholly reassuring; there was ,
+ very faint undercurrent OF amusement II
: them that she recognized Immediately. TIL
. Professor had not been used 10 deal with sucl
; luick perception. But her glance met
, kindly CLEAN In his eyes that disarmed he
t at once.
, SIT is very kind of you, she said humbly
: ooh, not at all. shall be pleased to Civ
: you any help. But l should like you
make an effort, Miss Drummond. twill re
I pay you."
His tones were more humanity cordial tina
!, Molly could have believed possible. Sh
a forgot how his satire had frightened her.
II 81 WILL" she said earnestly, looking u
p at him with her candid eyes. 81 am sorr
9 about the exercise. Aud ! am afraid
II ought to tell you'll made you believe
8 might have tried q little nore-but thsl
b was-a party.
!, The Professor laughed out. lie wOul