Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-12-15

SiVely.
Then you called him shy-weIl, he
IS shy. You said he blushed-welI. he
he does blush"
"That is Just it." groansd. "I. is
all so true"
HE will think you observant," said
Nelly, nibbling the sugar from her bis
cult with slow epicurean enjoyment.
"He will think, at all events, that
you are interested in him." said LottIe
cheerfully.
"ln hlm-a manl' l groaned, for a
girl who was tyrannized over eight
admiring brothers aud had been treated
all her life with Difference by fond
fathers and uncles has an ungrateful
scorn for men. l had no meek mother
and aunts and sisters to teach me hu-
millty as becoming womanly virtue.
Poor Cis-poor Cicelyl" said the
girls sympathetically. And Saturday
Is coming and You will be forced to So
him. You poor, poor Cicely"
Yes, Saturday was coming. On
Wednesday and Thursday and Friday
l went about with a constant con-
sciousness of Saturdays Inevitable ad-
vance. Our lecturer had stated that
on Saturday afternoon he would be
pleased to go through our papers with
US, to discuss points of interest, explain
difficulties, and remove possible mis-.
conceptions. We were to go to HIM
singly. was to go alone to the man
who, l had said, was shy of me and
thought of me as a girl aud could not
forget that was a girl, whom had
called coprer-colored, who had said
blushed. The thought was terrible.
Saturday came. The girls were
cheerful. $50 first, CIs," they said
''go first and get it over"
''Yes, will go first," l said. But
when he came L faltered and put off the
evil moment, and Claude, Nell and
Lottie all went in before me.
"He is not so shy to-day" reported
Nell on her return. 81 think, Cis, that
perhaps We were mistaken about him.
Or, perhaps, he was under the impress
sion that we were learned girls; after
our papers and our chatter he knows US
better and thinks very little Of US. He
is solemn-hOrribly solemnl Aud no
old man could be severer. Oh; he is
quite at his ease"
Nell had reported truly. He was
quite at his ease. He was sitting wait
ing at a table which had pen and ink
and papers on it; there was no expect
ancy in his attitude; he seemed a little
bored, indeed; he sat with his back
toward the door, one elbow on the
table, his hand propping his chin. He
ha arl ord 1anl-n1 ar
me calmly enough as he shook hands.
'MIss ChIystal?" he said.
"Yes,' said, meekly.
He touched chair that stood beside
his at the table, and | sat down with a
feeling of obedience. His face was
grave, his manner. as Nell had said,
severe; / wondered how l could have
thought him nervous; lie looked as
though be had never blushed; he seemed
quite unaffected by the consciousness
that his pupil was a girl. He seated
himself beside me. and drew corrected
exercise toward him.
''This, l think, is your paper, Miss
Crystal?'
ssYes,'' said in small yoice-"I-
l think so, Mr.. Tudor"
He was turning the pages slowly and
gravely. L sat looking down at my
hands folded meekly on the table and
did not see his face.
Your first answer ISIS made
quate."
.'The first part of Stubs isis very
difficult,'' said, venturing to look up.
There was a strange, quick little
twinkle for a moment in his eyes. as he
glanced at me; but his lips did not
smile.
sin the next question:" he said
slowly. "you confuse-or seem to con-
fuse-twO things, the constitutions and
the Asslze of Clarendon-a slip, per-
haps?n
He was looking steadily and calmly
at me, waiting. For the first time in
my life l felt small and young and
meek. l forgot that l was nineteen
and no longer a schoolgirl. L was
overwhelmed with sense of my own
ignorance. Not was not Slip" l
said. Unconstitutional history is quite
quite new to me-"
$50 had gathered from your paper"
be said quietly.
His very gravity and quletness
seemed like bitterest satire. He SAID
he did not grasp my theory here-did
not follow my argument there. And L
had had no theory-l could not fol-
low my own argument. He grew
more grave and quiet and slow. The
lump in my throat grew larger every
moment. If 1 had been brought up in
a family of girls | should have burst
into tears before him. l sat still and
looked at my own brown fingers clasp
ing one another and answered briefly:
at last he pushed back his chair a
little and gave me my paper, folded.
"You will have to read very steadily,
Miss Chrystal."
eYes,n said in small voice.
"For some months"
'sYes,'' said again.
eThe rest of the class are far ahedd
of you"
"Yes-yes-I KNOW" l said.
He seemed to have nothing more
wholesomely humiliating to say to me,
and | understood that the interview
might end, and rose to go. He rose,
too, Immediately. Most OF our lee
turers nodded at us and sat still. Mr.
Tudor conceded something to my girl
hood. He stood when stood, and re-
NAMED standing as he continued 70
speak to me. He threw out crnmo
of praise. - s,;a
'Your style is clear he sald.
"Wben you deal with subjects within
vour grasp-when you do not get out
of YOUR depth-your style is clear DE,
cidedly. Not an altogether hlstorlca!
style, but lucid" L. t,,
I felt that, on the whole, his blanc
had been less humiliatiDg than this is
nraise. He held open the door for me
and shook hands gravely with a quiet
Wood afternoon, he said.
"Good afternoon, l replied ana ned:
The girls had invaded my study and
we're lazily stretched on the bed and
window.seat and rug waiting for me.
sWell?" they said. .,o
7 sat down beside Claudia on tne
hearth rug and tore my corrected paper
into small atoms and burnt them. u