Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-10-08
PHGBUS OR CUPID.

A rain of hot light was beating down
on the baked meadow, and the sere. I'M
waving banners of the cornfeld. Hud-
died beside the corn, as if to get the
benefit of a narrow strip of ragged
shadow, was 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 deem ineata. Be
sides Doryphora, in the pitiless glare of
the sun, knelt Professor Timotheus N.
Jones, assistant state entomologist,
spectacles on nose, microscope in hand,
glowing with enthusiasm, pimpled with
heat.
Professor Timotheus N. Jones was
great genius, but even the immature
young potatoes in the adjoining field
must have winked their blind eyes at the
man who would kneel in that tempest
of sunshine without cabbage leaf in his
hat.
Ignorance and immatnrity generally
laugh at science, but this time the scen-
lists symptoms endorsed them. A pain,
about the size of mans hand, slapped
the top of the assistant state entomolo-
! gist's head. The mate to it gave his di-
gestive organs a shake. Then 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. He took
cognizance of its having windows draped
with muslin curtains. The swaying
motion of these adornments made him
dizzy so he closed his eyes again.
Don't speak," said 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 comfortable, middle
aged farmeress, who was applying mus
tard plasters to the soles of his feet. My
!
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 it a
mercy the ice-man came yesterday! He
80 often forgets us country folks. Why
don't Andy come with the doctor
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 SO frightened when
she sees Doctor Gray come in, if l 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 i'll used.
Alas for Timotheus N. Before that
moment of fate all womankind 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
stantaneous resolve to revise this cata-
logue.
This new and perfect specimen of a
hitherto unknown species of the genus
muller, he learned during his GONZALES
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 agricultural Eden, pre-
sided over by the wilder" His
physician warned him not to
expose himself unduly to the direct rays
of the solar luminary; therefore, as be-
hoved an industrious naturalist, he de-
cided 10 sit him down in Mrs. Lees
parlor and write up few hundred pages
from notes already taken ON Doryphora
deem lineata.
"A change was lisped about the
acacias" that lifted their blossoms TO the
farmhouse windows.
Farmer Andrew Lee was the man that
lsped it, Professor" said that candid
yeoman, one evening, after Miss Rose
had gone up to her mother, you are not
a marrying man, are your"
The embarrassed professor stammered
an incoherent reply.
Just SO; l thought SO, :" said the other