Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-12-06

may be able to appreciate your offer. I shall try. but you've taught me a hard les son, Larry, one I'm not likely to forget Perhaps I ought to have known better but''-with a break in his voice-"I'm not used to women. I'm only an old fos- sil, after all.'
 And, without another word, he left her
 Up in her room Larry was still moro surprised to find a bit of crying necessary. She could not account for the unhappy feel ing that took possession of her as she re- viewed the past weeks and realized that the kindly, pleasant cpmpanionship she had accepted so heedlessly was at an end
 II suppose he'll hate me now and for ever," she thought between her sobs, but how could say love him when I didn'ts''
 Then she sobbed all the harder.
 The professor left the next afternoon while Larry was out.
 A box of white roses lay on the table ad- dressed to her, n card attached, on which was written, From your friend, Roger Chesney.' That was all, but she guessed dimly what an effort it cost him to write 1t.
 With trembling fingers she made three parts of the flowers and gave them to her mother and sisters
 II don't want them," she said proudly, in answer to her mothers remonstrance. II was only civil to him to please you all."
 Jim noticed that the brilliant eyes were full of tears, and that she took the card away with her.
 Ut must be relief to you to have him gone" he said as they stood for a moment in the hall. Association with such a se- rious man must have been a trial to you"
 He was Cnprepared for the way she famed out at him.
 Such a trial as makes me more willing to accept the statement that man is made after Gods own image and possesses some godlikc attributes. Now go!''
 And he did, a lurking smile under his mustachc and a most emphatic By Jove.'' upon his lips.
 One bright morning early in June Jim opened the door of Mrs. Austins sitting room. Larry was there alone She had m industrious fit on her, and with the sleeves of her blue morning dress turned back, displaying two prcttily rounded arms, feather duster in hand, she was whisking the dust off some rare pieces of old china.
 Larry, here is an old friend of yours Jim announced. Treat him well, for he sails for Egypt tomorrow, never to return. I'll be back in n minute.''
 He vanished, and there, inside the closed door, stood Professor Chesney, thinner grayer, but with the old kindly smile on his lips that she remembered so we'll. Star tied out of her self possession, Larry stood with her dustcr suspended over gran mas hundred ycar-old teapot.
 Il sail for Egypt tomorrow" said the professor, taking a few steps into the room. and l may never return. Won't you wish me godspccd, Larry?'
 Crash went 9ran'ma's priceless teapot in dozen pieces on the polished floor, and tho next thing Larry knew she was crying
 The professor approached her.
 Are you crying because I am going away. or because you have broken the tea pot" asked the visitor.
 Both, cried Larry. with n convulsive sob. which was smOthcrcd in the folds of the prOfcSSOr's coat as the arms of that ''c>timablc gentleman" closed around her
 How about your prophetic soul:' Jim asked. later on. II thought you called him q fuSSil:
 So l did. answered the young lady, quite unabashcd. but I also said I was getting up n collection of fossils and rccog- nizcd the fact that he was too fine n speci- men to lose. Don't you rcmcmbcr:''- Bow Bells.