The Portland daily press., 1895-06-11
PROMISING.

Tor demure, amused glance.
The provost smiled kindly.
"Yes; you are promising young man,
Mr. Vansittart, said he. "God bless my
soul! It's 10 o'clock, and the vice chan
cellor is waiting for me-"
"Oh, papap' said the young lady oppo-
site to me.
The provost held out his hand. I clasped
it. believe that he supposed me to be 60
ing at the same time. He went. remain
ed.
SIT is" observed, with profound
sigh, 'the last day of term
"Yes," said the young lady.
"If," said /, "you were to come and un-
lock the gate at the bottom of your gar
den, could reach my rooms that way"
would it be the shortest?" she asked.
'sIt will be much too short anyhow"
said I.
A few minutes later I sat down on a
bench. Daisy stopped, looked doubtful,
shook her head, sat down. We pursued the
conversation which we had begun as we
came along.
"Papa would never hear of it, she said
~ should not wish him to-just yet,"
observed, "but when I've taken my de
gree
"That's two years off at least" she in.
terrupted.
"What do you mean by 'at least?' |" ]
asked, rather hurt
people don't always get things the first
time they try"
"You're thinking of the first time r.
"No; I'm not" she cried, blushine
amazingly. "I meant you'd probably be
plowed."
"I'm going to get a first,'' said I.
"Nonsense4'' said Daisy.
drew little nearer.
"You read the article?" Iasked. sThe
fellow showed quite plainly that it could
be done on e3o0-with careful manage
ment, you kaow."
Daisy nodded sagaciously.
"And don't see why I shouldh : have
e300 in-well, in about three years
spoke as though three years were q
moment Of time.
"I shall be 20," unused Daisy in an awe.
struck tone.
"It's not a bit too old,'' cried
"N-no; suppose not she conceded,
"but it's terribly long tile, Dick''
A pause followed. hammered my cap
against the bench.
''It's beast of world, burst out.
"Why the deuce can't There's the dean
just got married.
"The dean must be 40, observed Daisy
s'He says he's &c." and wg both laugh
ed. happen to know now that the dean
spoke the truth.
"Dick," said Daisy in a wistful tone, 81
wish you were rich, like Mr.. Franklin
Ford
"Ford's beast,'' said I.
"I didn't say he wasn't that, Dick,
butt
"Of course If money s what you WANT
You know don't, but I suppose there
is no harm in wishing that wei
recovered my good temper. I always
did when she said "we."
81 can make as much as he's got" said
confidently.
"Oh, can you, Dick9 How soon?"
was not going to boast. Assuming a
| calm and wise air, answered:
By the time am 30 anyhow"
Daisy's face fell woefully.
"Oh, 30!" she moaned Then she turn
ed to me, with smile, saying:
"Never mind, Dick, dear We shan't
want quite as much. Why he's got e5,-
600 yearP'
"How do you knowP'
MRS. jackson told me so. Oh, what
do you think, Dick? She said that if I
liked I might-she said she was sure /
might Where are you going, Dick?''
eff you're only going to tell me what
that wretched old woman says, I'm going
back to my rooms What did she say?"
II won't talk about it, if you don't'-
ooh, what did she say?''
ooh, well, why-that Mr.. Franklin Ford
you'll break the corner of your cap in a
minute, Dick-only that Mr. Franklin
Ford-there, l knew you would, your cap
is in an awful state, Dick, SO is your gown
only that Mr.. Franklin Ford-oh. how
stupid you are, Dick! You know perfectly
we'll what she saidP'
I flung the battered cap upon the bench,
| thrust my hands into my pockets, rested
my chin on my necktie and stared moodily
| at my toes. There was long pause. Pres
| emily I felt the lightest touch on my arm
I took no notice. The touch grew more in
| sistent.
| "Poor boyp' said Daisy. "Dick, told
her that I thought Mr. Ford horrid."
| ibid youp' I cried, my hands fyins
from my pockets to-elsewhere.
| Eyes, and she said should know better
as got older. dom t see what she means
OF course 1 couldn't tell her about you, Oh
she'd have seen that my getting Older
couldn't make any difference. Oh, Dick
isn't it wonderful"
eyes" said I soberly, for look had
| passed in the blue eyes that seemed to me
very wonderful.
Presently Daisy said in a low tone:
| 81 wish papa wouldn't insist on going
abroad all the loag vacation. He says he
can work better there
What does he want to work for?'' cried
81 don't know said she. "Dick, why
don't you come abroad?'
1t was a bitter moment.
"I've got no money" said I, with def
tnt bluntne5s
Her breath caught half way through 6
little laugh.
"Oh, you poor dear boy!' said she
'Never mind, Dick. It's only till Octo
ber"
"Onlyl" said in tones Hamlet might