, 1886-09-26

its beauties. 1t would b an incalcula
BILE loss to her. And himself-he ac.
knowledged humbly his obligations. She
was such an inspiring pupil. she stimu-
lated effort in a thousand pleasant ways.
The poor professor keaved a sigh that
shook all his bones and tissues, and
thrilled his cartilages as with rheums
tism.
Almost he resolved to ignore Andy
Lees request; then came the hideous re-
minder-Andy was his benefactor. had
saved him. and thereby the precious
history of Doryphora decem-lineata, to
the world. Trouble Oh trouble, pain on
pain!"
He may nave hoped that gazing on
the pilot stars would teach him some
thing. BE that as it may, he sat at his
window looking out IN the night, till
blazing constellation and glittering
binary slipped out of sight, and a bag
gard dawn came toiling owe the hills.
Truly, this was much wakefulness for
the possible loss of one pupil in ento-
mology. a slimpsy girl who was afraid Of
grass-hoppers, and had been heard to
wonder, whether Pterophera, with jew
eled eyes, would look well on an opera
bonnet!
If Miss Allen felt any surprise when
her quondam teacher passed her by
with an awkward bow and melancholy
smile, as he stole forth to the cucum-
Der patch, she gave no sign. She
made incursions into shady ines
with the farmer, she accepted his bou-
quet of sweet peas and boneset. She
sang AUD Robin Gray" and Kitty
Wells" to him, he. meanwhile, wildly
hunting for the air on an %antiquated fd-
die. She listened with exemplary inter
est to his renditions of Money Musk"
and Napoleon Crossing the Alps on
The aforesaid instrument. She petted
the colts, she praised the calves. she took
an interest in chicken-farming. The
farmer was radiant, the professor was
the opposite.
Nothing is eternal save eternal change.
In the hall, one morning, this fair Rose,
blushing like her dewy namesake out
side the door, said to the sad and silent
T~imotheus, with beseeching acc.nt and
eyelids meekly dropped:
Professor Jones. | know l am dread
fully stupid, and think you were quite
right in stopping our lessons. but won't
- ~ w 1ObA
observations to-day. won t you please
read me another chapter of your de-
lightful book?"
Timotheus n. Jones, assistant state ento-
mologist, was a great scientist. a great ge-
MUS; but, be it known to all men, by these
PRESENTS, the superstructure of genius
Is generally reared on the same sort of a
clay foundation that is employed in the
composition of ordinary men. The scien-
tIic mind, therefore, was permeated by
an agreeable warmth, difused from the
igniferous flattery of this female plotter.
Tne owner of the scientific mind tried to
say something gallant. and failed: he
made an effort to answer profoundly,
aud failed again. Finally he contented
himself with the assertion that he would
he very pleased to read any number OF
chapters from my poor book"
That afternoon he made a discovery of
more importance than any accredited to
Lubbock or Darwin. Miss Rose was in
love, not with the farmer, but with him
self. He read it in her innocent eyes.
he heard it in her softly modulated
voice. tie was astonished, embarrassed
enraptured; his usually steady scientific
brain reeled. When he arose and went
TO his room, he felt that it required an
effort to keep from staggering.
Again, he watched the night out
From 10 p. m. till m. he sat and smiled
so namely that it is a wonder that the
dog-star forbore to bark at him, From
X to . a. m. he formulated proposals
Of marriage. From 2 till 9:l5, he
pictured himself bringing out his book,
with "a praf4na ualr ~ iaI. tI. ...I.
able assistance rendered by my wife"
Then he thought of Andy Lee and he
was remorseful. when the great,
gray, unlit earth lay chill in the still of
the dawn, he wondered if it were true,
AS some said, that the cares of a family
were so distracting as to prevent an in
vestigator from attaining the maximum
of success. Then. as the sun came up
like a cohort of radiant seraphim, his
head fell over on the window-sill and he
slept.
That day Mrs. Allen had what was
known to a large and sympathetic cir
Gle of acquaintance as zone OF her bad
spells" Miss Rose, as a dutiful daugh-
ter should. staid upstairs and minis
tered INTO her.
The assistant state entomologist
had not a spirit thrice dyed in
cruelty, but, on the whole, he
was not sorry for the affection of
Allen mere. 1t gave him more time for
consideration.
To wed or not to wed-a serious ques-
ton? He fidgeted around the house for
a season, and, after noon, taking his
microscope and note book, wandered
down the lane. The very black black
berry vines and nigger-heads Oscar
Wilde sunflowers), which bordered the
lines of worm-fence seemed to wave
their long branches and shake their
saucy heads in derision of this too-suc-
cessful lover, who was afraid to take
the good the gods provided. On, on. he
went, past the corn field. past the
lodge of cucumbers where dwelt his
chosen bug. into n dusty road that led to
town. and a narrow path that ambled
here and there among lush green grasses,
and finally lost itself on the
bank of a willow framed brook. Ho
followed the brook to where it twisted
sroun n little knoll crowned with cot
tonwood trees. There he sat down.
Sould no marry this lovely. loving
= girl, or was he honor bound to leave her
to LeeY Over and over, the question
asked itself. she WAS so fair. so deli
cate, surely. life on a farm would be for
her a burden too heavy to be borne;
and, evidently, it was not Lee she loved.
His temples throhbed as he remembered
the look that revealed her Girlish soul.
Would it not be a crime to allow her to
fling away her hand where her heart was
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