The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-07-30

6e"ooAioAC W vi Ills wire g forehead and he
stopped and smoothed them out
gravely.
'4on are more help to me than you
know" he said. ~
But that did not satisfy little Mrs.
Weston, and the next morning, after
she had sent John off with a kiss and
his lunch and had !. watched him
TIL he disappeared around the corner.
she went and hunted up an ADVERTISE
ment that had caught her eve in the
morning paper.
!, .WANTED--Pupils in French wanted
by q gentleman recently connected
with the legation French taught in
one month by an improved method.
Then she put on her hat and Jacket
and went out. She found the PROBES.
sor in q dingy, bookish-room, and she
was frightened a little as he came for
ward to meet her, at his fiercely Euro
pean mustache and eyes. But she
was a resolute little woman, and stat
ed her business without hesitation.
on, yes, the Professor had many lady
pupils. Would she please be seated?
1t did not take long to make the ar
rangements. The terms were high, it
IS true, but she had quite a snug little
sum laid up from the allowance John
had given her, and that would be
quite enough. s~ ~
She was to take q lesson every day,
and, best OF all, it was to be O. secret
from her husband until some evening
after the month was up, when she
would offer to help him, and this time
not be put OFT because Of her ignorance.
She went home with a light heart, and
was indeed SO happy that she conceal
ed with difficulty her high spirits from
her husband. 49,. -.
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 little goose.
There was one thing that troubled
her a good deal. She couldn't see
that shewa learning fast at all. She
spoke about it to the professor, but
he said it was all right, and she said
she supposed it 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-
planned them at the lesson. Some
times he would have her write aletter,
always from his copy, because, he
said, it would get her used to French
forms. SO she went on with lessons,
and John went on being happy and
working himself half to death.
At length she got so she could
translate a little from a. 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 I am
about to tell you.
One afternoon, the day on which the
month of the French lessons was at
an end, though, OF course, he knew
nothing about 1T, a note was handed
to John at the department. 1t was
from the French professor, and he
begged Mr. Weston to call at his
rooms that afternoon at 5 O'Clock.
On business, the 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 a
seat with elaborate politeness.
Gin matters of this kind" he said,
lit is we'll to proceed with elaboration.
You will excuse me if I speak some
what in DETAIL"
'In matters of what kind?" said
Weston, not very we'll pleased with
the professors foreign ways.
Excuse me, forgot that you did
not know. I will endeavor to explain"
''Well?" said Weston, CURLY.
"What l have to say may pain you
somewhat" said the Frenchman.
One month ago your wife"
"What do you know of my wife?'
said Weston, angrily.
"Excuse me; [ will explain, but I
must beg monsieur to be calm"
"Go on" said Weston.
zone month ago your wife came to
me for lessons in the French language.
She stopped q short time ago, and
since then she has written me letters
that it might please monsieur to have
in his possession. @1
Weston listened without under
standing
"What do you mean?" he asked
furiously. -
II will show you," said the profess
sor carefully selecting a few from lot
of papers on his desk "Be good
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 once.
He read it half through, and then
made a Jump for the professor.
"You villian!" he cried.
But the professor was too quick for
him. He had probably been expect
ing some such action, tor he put him
self on the other side OF the table, and
coolly leveled a pistol at Weston's
head.
cit 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