Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-04-19

/ llth uoNu, uIleu up DIbitS-ol-Ouc VINO, m
[ in his thirty years of life, had never given
| a thought to females but in the abstract
| 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 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 so 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, bat up before he could reach her;
then giving herself shake like a child ana
| looking guitilyat the windows he heard
| her mumur: mo more slides, Nelly girl
/ You must grow steady and solemn like
I Miss Brankston Hall and be good" Then,
| as he retired again, he heard, Checker
| mints, b" 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 / know
| where to find her. thought the observing
/ professor. She'll be looking at the pic
| lures of the Cadet theatricals. That's
| what all the ladies 90 to see first now;
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 uursed his
grievance and brooded over it, 1T wasn't
his fault he had slipped it on his wrist, a
trick that had never failed him before In
another moment ne would have gracefully
retired, and it would now be peacefully en-
circliug his notebook pure Para maroon
band, too, fun half an inch wide, some
thing one didn't strike every day." and he
turned impaticntly, 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, il
might yet be his"
They walked down as far as Boylstor
street, the tall lady keeping wary eye on
the wretched professor; then turning into
a confectoncr's store, she spoke cordially
to young man who was buying.
Theprofessor watching through thew
dow with eyes only for the rubber band
didn't notice him hurry out; Miss Heller
had got her little oblong box of checker
miuts and had laid her pockctbook ON tn,
| counter; the professor lcisurcly pushed tn,
! door open, and walking i'm asked for som,
! of the same; the girl seemed furried, bu
he didn't notice, being occupied watchin.
, the ladies' Their backs were turned, Their
D lay the pockctbook and the beautiful
. maroon band beside it.; heput out his hanC
2 to clutch il, but instead he was caught b.
5 the shoulders from behind and whirle,
Z round face TO face with policeman.
' Miss Helen screamed and almost tainted
but Miss b. Hail. with proud smile OF
L her firm lips, said: "Sr! or rather thric
y hardened wretch, you are at last in tn
tolls Of the law, and by my handl Officer
4 to your duty. Drag the miscreant to
I to-
+ "To Lagrange street, mumY said tn
u policeman.
$ eyes, that's it." said she. MY frient
u Miss Helen Jones here, accuses this ma
y of attempting to rob her of her purs'
D. Three times today he has tried it, but
saved her. All, this shall be known ia
e and wide over the broad land-'A BostO
: woman decoys a bold thief to his fate
II This morning he attempted TO rob her o
q the Common, and | outwitted him. Tn
y afternoon he followed her from Common
T. wealth avenue to fremont street, and
C foiled him again. Then, seeing his Dol,
$ ness, lured him here, sent into the libraI
50 for you-and he is yours"
ooh. let him go" cried Miss Helen tea
III fully; che didn't mean anything, | know
'r perhaps he was hungry. Oh, say you we
D. hungry, sirl Dol please dot and perhal
d he'll let you 60"
d. Cant do it, mum; got TO take him nov
~ guess | won't call the hurryup; I'll NAL
ne him walk. Say, what's your nameP
ID "John smith,
"NuT said" broke in the policema
&c you're like them all; bet Blacks tax,
~ your phiz"
ne ooh, l say" said the now thorough
IT, aroused professor, 81 didn't want b
.lI money; really-Tye got plenty. See" ma
n, ing bad matter worse; "all wanted W
TO the rubber band"
At this there was a load laugh and ba
at of the professor, where a crowd of youi
a. men had gathered, a prolonged snigg,
rs which was quickly hushed.
IL your name is John Smith, and you iu
W wanted the rubber band, % mimicked Z
Sc officer, with "A grin. NO said the pl
ss fessor, rallying bravely to the charge, 81
~ name is Professor John Smithers Todd
f- winker Of the institute, and If the librari
d- hasn't gone home he'll identify me" 81
me won't need to, professor, we all know you
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