The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-01-13

She, meantime, was vastly relieved.
She smiled u herself at the thought
CT how unwilling he had seemed 10
give the slightest trouble.
Il suppose he thought we Ameri-
cans never had any decent facilities
for a bath she reflected. Then:
He really is remarkably good look
ing, for a scientist Ii l had not
known what he was l should have
thought he was just a nice Young fell
low and rashly tried 10 get on with
him. oh. il George had not told me
in time" She shuddered as she
thought OF her escape,
Il suppose he will be dried -up-look
ing before long. He is a whited-
sepulchre kind OF man new. 4 could
not see the slightest sign OF badness
in him, but his seething intellect is
bound 70 cook his hair OF in a few
years. Even George is a wee bit
bald. But how delightful that Mr..
Smith did not fathom my ignorance"
She was so elated that she went to
the piano and sang for n half hour.
She vas startled by hearing some
IN come rushing into the room De.
hind her. She wheeled on the stool
and encountered the gaze OF Mr..
smith. who stood before her, looking
decidedly uneasy
Il beg pardon for i~nterrupting YOU.
Mrs. Botkine, " he said; ''but ! wished
to thank you for your kindness and 10
make my adieux."
''Why Mr.. Smith" she began,
but he waved his hand alphabetically
and continued:
81 am very sorry not To have found
Professor Botkine Ut perhaps | can
come again. There is Just time for
me 10 catch the 3 o'clock train"
IL was her turn 60 be astonished.
She opened her lips TO speak, but he
went on, nervously:
pray forgive my leaving you so
abruptly, Thank you very much.
Good Afternoon" and, bowling pro-
fouDdly, he was gone.
For "A moment she felt stunned.
Then a food of questions poured
through her mind. Was the man in
sane? Or what had she done 10 of.
fend him? What would her husband
say? What vas there in science To
turn an apparently "nice" young
man into such a distraught savage?
''Ah. recommend me TO "A plain,
comm nplace man who has not bacilli
on the BRAIN" she sighed.
The rest Of the day seemed endless,
but at last she deserted Professor
Botkine, and wi h him a rather desic-
Gated and .'Iug-up' looking man.
''Oh, dear" she moaned; there is
another scientist, l know 10 look at
him. What will he do, l wonder?
Dissect my cat, or say chat he can
not dine with us because he never
eats anything but bacterla?"
Here we are at last" said the
Professor; Il found our friend on the
train. He had mistaken the train
and gone to Alameda. Mr.. Smith,
let me present you TO Mrs. Botkin -"
She welcomed her guest cordially.
but the minute she was alone with
her husband, she seized him by the
lapels OF his coat.
What jok have YOU been playing
on me: n VINO is this
Mr.. smith,
The professor looked astOnished.
"Why. my dear, there is no Joke.
This is the Mr.. Smith that / told you
l vas expecting this afternoon.
What is the natter"
Matter" she cried; who is the
Mr.. Smith that came here this after
loon tn a satchel, and asked about
your theories"
why, VT IN t him at tn station.
He had a lew specimens to show me.
He is the son OF my friend, Commo-
dore Smith Of San Francisco. lie had
just run over for "A sho t call"
"a short call" she echoed again;
''what will he think OF me? | sent
him upsta Rs to take that BATH
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