The Forrest City times., 1891-08-28

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 ward to meet her, at his fiercely Euro pean mustache and eyes. But she was a resolute little woman, and stat cd her business without hesitation. Oh, yes, the Professor had many lady pupils. Would she please be seated? It did not take long to make the ar arrangements. The terms were high, it, is true, but she had quite 8 snug little sum laid up from the allowance John had given her, and that would be quite enough.
 She was to take a lesson every day, and, best of all, it was to be & secret from her husband until some evening after the month was ur, when she would offer to help him, and this time not be put off because of her ignorance. She went home with ahght heart, and was indeed so happy that she conceal ed with difficulty her high spirits from her husband.
 The month wore on quickly enough, but too slowly for little Mrs Weston, who was impatient for the time when she might be of use to her husband, as she called it-little goose. | There was one thing that troubled her a good deal. She couldn't sec that she was learning fast at all. She spoke about it to the professor, but he said it was all right, and she said she supposed 1t was, only she was anx- ious. The professor kept her writing sentences most of the time from his copy This was his method, he said, and it was the best way to teach French quickly. She copied them at home, and he corrected and ex- | plainsd them at the lesson. Some times he would have her write aletter, always from his copy, because, he said, it would got her used to French forms. So she went on with lessons, and John went on being happy and I working himself half to death. At length she got so she could translate little from book of easy sentences, and after that she worked harder than, ever. The month was nearly over, too, and her eyes fairly danced as she thought of the happy surprise she was going to give poor John.
 Yes, it was poor John, as am about to tell you.
 One afternoon, the day on which tho month of the French lessons was at an end, though, of course. he knew nothing about 1t, note was handed to John at the department. It was from the French professor, and he begged Mir. Weston to call at his rooms that afternoon at o'clock. On business, tho note said, of great importance to the gentlemen address ed
 Full of wonder and curiosity Weston went and climbed the stairs, and en- tered the dingy, bookish room. The professor bowed and offered him 6 seat with elaborate politeness.
 "In matters of this kind" he said. fit swell to proceed with deliberation. You will excuse mo if speak some what in detail"
 "In matters of what kind?" said Weston, not very well pleased with the professors foreign ways.
 Excuse me, forgot that you did not know. will endeavor to ex plain"
 "Wells" said Weston, curtly.
 What l have to say may pain you somewhat" said the Frenchman. One month ago your wife"
 What do you know of my wifs," said Weston, angrily.
 Excuse me; will explain, but must beg monsieur to be calm"
 ''Go on" said Weston.
 "0ne month ago your wife camo to 1 me for lessons in the French language She stopped short time ago, and since then she has written mo letters I that it might please monsieurto have in his possession"
 Weston listened without under standing.
 What do you means" he asked furiously.
 II will show you," said the profess sor carefully selecting few from . lot of papers on his desk. .sBs eood enough to look at these. These were the first" said the Frenchman, hand ing them to Weston, who looked at the first mechanically.
 There was no doubt about the handwriting. He saw that at oncs. He read it half through, and then made jump for the professor.
 You william" he cried.
 But the professor was too quick for him. He had probably been expect ing some such action, for he put him. self on tho other side of the table, and coolly leveled pistol at Wsston's head.
 "It would do monsieur no good to hurt me-" he said. "You can get | your wife's letters more easily"
 And the upshot of the matter was that John Weston bought those poor little exercises of his wife's and paid such price for them that it took 8 very large lump from tho money he had been saving so assiduously for so long. He put them in his pocket, and | then started for home with sad heart.
 He could not grasp tho situation clearly in his mind, and he did not know whether he believed what he did | understand; but khere were the letters undoubtedly in his wife handwriting. What could the poor fellow do but walk slowly home and groan in spirit as he went.
 When he reached home and his wife met him as usual at the door with her gentle ways and her pretty face and neat housewifely apron, he decided in- stinctively that he would try not to say anything about what had happen ed until after dinner.
 .sYou are late, dear" said Mrs. Weston, as he kissed her He could not help believing in her a he did that,
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