The Penn's Grove record., 1886-07-31
PROFESSOR CADMUS.

PROFESSOR CADMUS.
Upon a very stylish street in a very
stylish section Of New York City stood
the Flanders mansion. Its big mahog-
anv door, deeply set between the heavy
carved portals of brownstone, frowned
down upon the avenue, as il it held
itself aloof and apart from the hetero-
geneous crowd of humanity that drifted
by, all day long. Behind the plate
glass windows hung heavy Oriental
curtains of rich colors and patterns,
yelling the art treasures Of the great
parlors from the vulgar gaze; for. as
Major Flanders used to say, sit amt
worth your while wasting high-grade
oats on Ohio hogs" by which he meant,
no doubt, that the common, everyday,
toiling herd are very little better able
to appreciate aesthetic and beautiful
things than animals. -Four stories
high was the Flanders mansion and
| every story bristled with a sort of I'M
definable and yet very real air of SUI
periority and ~aristocracy, as the Italian
street sweepers used to think when
they leaned on their brooms in the
"Avenuen for a minute or two, and
stared up.
In a sitting-room of the Flanders
mansion sat a private tutor. He was
a meagre young man. with a shiny suit
Of clothes, "invisibly" patched shoes,
and a mournful ~countenance. His
white hands held a Latin grammar, his
blue eyes wandered toward the door as
if in expectation of some one, and he
shifted his position slightly and un.
easily in his chair. Dark hair hung in
abundance to his neck, q pair of eye
glasses surmounted a finely chlseled
"Grecian" nose, and an old-fashioned,
thin black tie was wound carelessly
under his collar. He was not hand
some, nor ugly. and a looker-on would
have been compelled to acknowledge
that plenty of worse figures and a
vast number of worse looking faces
might be found in an hours walk in
the crowded streets of New York.
Professor"
The young man rose, and looked
toward the door, saying: "MiSs Alice,
l am glad you have come"
sam / lateP"
-"Five minutes. But / am not in
the habit Of scolding, am II" and the
youthful professor smiled as he glanced
at the eighteen-year-old Alice Flanders.
as she advanced to the window and took
a seat by his side.
1t is a very strange thing to record,
and it seems unaccountable, but Alice
blushed. Professor Charles Cadmus
observed it, and became nervous, hold
ing the Latin grammar upside down,
and ~twitching at his collar, which did
not need attention. 1t was very hard
to speak, so Alice thought; and it grew
harder every day, to recite in a matter
of-fact way to the blue-eyed tutor.
Professor Cadmus hemmed and made
a pretence of finding a place in the
book to begin the recitation, when he
CHANGED to look in Affects eyes. turned
toward him; and, dropping the book.
he gently took her fair hand.
What in the world taking Allce's
hand had to do with the Latin lesson,
even young Mr.. Cadmus might not
have been able to explain; but, he sad;
miss Alice?"
"Yes," and Alice did not Withdraw
her hand.
do you remember Jul lesson to-
day2"
Eyes" very family.
"May l ask the verb we were to re-
cite?"
'Amo.''
"And its meaningP" said the profes.
sor, while a lump as big as an orange
rose in his throat.
Alice laid her hand on Charles Cad
mus shoulder, took his hand in both
of hers, and said:
"-Amo means l love-"
"Alice-forgive me. you cannot re-
pulse mel Alice l love you. How
often has the words risen to my lips, IN
the six months since your father en-
gagged me to teach you. How l have
murmured them in my dreamsl Alice,
my darling, can you eve love meP"
There was a short period of silence,
and then the girl looked shyly up, whis'
pering-"yes, Charles, 1 do now"
The very front of the Flanders
mansion might have split in twain If II
had witnessed this scene; but luckily
it didn't. The clock over the sitting
room licked on, telling of the seconds
and minutes with a dutiful regularity,
while the girl and her lover remained
in the same position.
"Well, by all that's great and good,
If there ever was a sight like thisl'
roared Major Flanders, marching-he
was so %eorpuient that he coulSh't
walk-intO the room. The very hail
on the majors forehead rose up, as he
gazed at the terror-strIcken couple
now standing. Professor Cadmus did
not attempt to apologize, but said he
would quit the house if his employer
pleased. The major, too inlamed with
anger to clearly ~articulate, roared gol'
Alice cried bitterly. The major stood
by The fireplace, pointing with his
clinched fist to the door of the room.
The young tutor was picture of agony
and remorse, but at last he hurried in
bewildered state of mind from the
apartment to his own little chamber GA
the fourth floor back, where he began
to pack his few possessions in an I'M
wieldy valise.
In ten minutes Professor Cadmu;
was passing through the vestibule OF
the Flanders mansion, when he heard
a mans voice say: "lf you PLACE, sir,
wait a Bit"
"Ah, James,"
"Jeems it Is" said the jolly-faced
Irish butler. "And not a one in the
house, barring Miss Alice, is sorrier to
see you CO."
81 can't help it now, James"
81 suppose that's true, Sit. l wish