Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-04-21


He turned the collar of his ulster up about
his ears, pulled his tourist way over his
eyes, and putting his hands deep in his
pockets watched her with interest.
what a nice little girl she was; really
she was an awful young teacher, surely
not more than twenty" and in his excite
ment he hurried up 50 that he almost fell
against her, for on seeing a long CLASSY
slide made by some of the neighboring
children she stopped suddenly, then, TAX
ing little run, slid over it with a gurgle
of delight.
No, he'd bet she wasn't more than eight
cen after hearing that cooling laugh, but
he must take care and not get too near to
brighten her, so he dropped back again
There she was, sliding again, and down
she goes, but up before he could reach her;
then giving herself shake like a child and
looking guilty at the windows he heard
her murmur: mo more slides, Nelly girl
You must grow steady and solemn like
Miss BrankstOn Hall and be good" Then,
as he retired again, he heard, Checker
mints," in "a subdued, ecstatic tone.
This was a mystery to the professor, but
he followed breathlessly along
They had passed the Common, and she
was crossing fremont street. A beautiful
palace electric car about a mile long got
between them, and by the time he had
threaded his devious way around it she
was nowhere to be seen. But l know
where to find her." thought the observing
professor. "Shell be looking at the pic
lures Of the Cadet theatricals. That's
what all the ladies 90 to see first now; a
month ago it was Sandow's, up on the
place" Right enough, and he bumped up
against a tall, rigid figure in front of him.
"Sir, pardon me, but you are exceedingly
awkward in your mannersW There he
was again, the specter of the morning. He
retired to the corner crushed, but the pro
fessor's dander was ''gettin riz." Miss
Brankston Hall put him in mind of that
beautiful elastic band on Miss Helen's
pocketbook. But for her it might have
been his ere this, and as he stood there
waiting for them to finish their comments
on the photos and move on, he nursed his
grievance and brooded over it. ut wasn't
his fault he had slipped it on his wrist a
trick that had never failed him before. In
another moment he would have gracefully
retired, and it would now be peacefully en-
circling his notebook pure Para maroon
band, too, full half an inch wide, some
thing one didn't strike every day" and he
turned impatiently, more than half bound
to ask for it, for the professors fad, from
years of fostering, was so much of a mania
that he almost believed the worlds supply
of rubber bands belonged exclusively to
him.
"Ahal They were just going. He'd
follow them. Perhaps, who could tell it
might yet be his"
They walked down as far as Boylston
street. the tall lady keeping a wary eye on
the wretched professor; then turning into
a confectioner's store, she spoke cordially
to young man who was buying.
The professor, watching through thewin-
dow with eyes only for the rubber band,
didn't notice him hurry out; Miss Helen
had got her little oblong box of checker
mints and had laid her pocketbook on the
counter the professor leisurely pushed the
door open, and walking in asked for some
Of the same; the girl seemed hurried but
he didn't notice being occupied watching
the ladies. Their backs were turned; there
lay the pocketbook and the beautiful
maroon band beside it; he put out his hand
to clutch it, but instead he was caught by
the shoulders from behind and whirled
round face to face with policeman.
Miss Helen screamed and almost tainted,
but Miss b. Hall, with proud smile on
her firm lips, said: "Sirl or rather thrice
hardened wretch, you are at last in the
tolls of the law, and by my handl Officer,
to your duty. Drag the miscreant to
to"-
ITO Lagrange street, mum2" said the
policeman.
Eyes, that's it, said she. "My friend, !
Miss Helen Jones here, accuses this man
Of attempting to rob her of her purse |
Three times today he has tried it. but
saved her. All, this shall be known far
and wide over the broad land-'A Boston |
woman decoys bold thief to his fate.
This morning he attempted to rob her on
the Common, and | outwitted him. This |
afternoon he followed her from Common !
wealth avenue to fremont street, and l |
foiled him again. Then, seeing his bold !
ness, lured him here, sent into the library
for you-and he is yours"
"Oh, let him gor' cried Miss Helen tear
fully; che didn't mean anything know; !
perhaps he was hungry. Oh, say you were
hungry, sirl Do! please dol and perhaps
he'll let you 60"
Cant do it, mum; got to take him now;
guess won't call the hurry-up; I'll make |
him walk. Say, what's your name'"
John smith,
NuH SAID, broke In the policeman;
you're like them all; bet Blacks taken
your phizp
"Oh, l say" said the now thoroughly
aroused professor, 81 didn't want her
money; really-Tve got plenty. Seel" max
ing bad matter worse "all l wanted was
the rubber band"
AT this there was a loud laugh and back
Of the professor, where a crowd of young
h.A
which was quickly hushed.
Your name is John Smith, and you just
wanted the rubber band, " mimicked the
officer with grin. NO" said the pro-
fessor, rallying bravely to the charge, ''my
name is Professor John Smithers Toddle-
winker Of the institute, and if the librarian
hasn't gone home he'll identify me-" "He
won't need to, professor, we all know you"
came howl from behind; and the shame
faced professor turned about to see half
dozen of his young men lettering about in