The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1895-06-06

brown hslt peepibg from heurata aMaN
sttaw bat trimmed With marguerite To
porter bad directed her 10 my rooms d
stead Of TO those Of the professor l CAV
him sovereign at the end Of the term
Ous more to the long list Of mislskea lder
Titles. hut Sor,h them oil, Should | 40
deceive het2 Anl thousht Of the dry -
dust Jones. lie was the SEA monster
was Pcrseus. aud she vas Andromeda 4
thousand times 60. said my heart ! sbal
be professor for 80 minutes. With Al
Of him couli muster, and releuiorced bl
my eold ummed place neE
Ahl-er let me see, whst-er lis youi
uameY
/ Ethel Mayuet, said Ethel.red, for tao
rosy bue had mounted to her cheek, as il
did to yirsil's Venus, Im-Im one OF Mr
! Boethbys extension pupils.
/ OF course, said, aud looked proies
sorlaily At card picked mp, here'r
| your name,
I 1t was a card Of the Ms summer term
fixtures lnwardly vowed 1t wonld be
mere extension" than "lecture." But
did she think was professor? Conld
she not see my chin, innocent OF razor
the GALAXY Of London actresses on my
mantlepiece, the hunting sketches, my bat
on tue table, the siphoDs cheek 10y lowI
with McTaylsh's 'bestY Did professors
play niulos and whistle oh, Phyllis Mine
as they bounded up to unIavel the myster
les OF CRATIC Obliqua with fair pupils? !
stihed surmse and lived only in the pref
sent and the sunshine ot-Ethel. She re
sumed her seat, and rang the bell. Up
came the Iandlady.
BRING up tea for two, Mrs. Gribbs, |
said, aud send out for the beet cake Boh
hus has in the shOw-I-er mean the
premises
Oh, professor she interposed, please
don't trouble about tea for me.
Madam, | reIoined, we cannot discuss
the position OF Caesar in winter quarters
or that plebeisn bricklayer Balbus with
ont some light Refreshments. Come, let
us commence. Bring your chair mp to the
table. (Oh, how brutal OF me- And ]
would have carried it miles for her dear
sake, but was professor And che
drew her chair so close to mine that !
could almost Page Il, gruuted, with a
beating heart, for knew that the senten
oes were plain sailing till about page 80.
Oh, no, she said, I'm at page 2lOl
My heart sank, at least such OF it Us was
not in my mouth. How could twice pillow
ed fresher essay the snAres and pitfalls of
page 2lO2
The passage begins, she continued, The
rotation Of crops and ends at rusic simpli
city.
1t WAS hopeless. She EthelIwellreud,
was an "Honors' candidate, and ], the un
ready, nothing bnt the manufacturer OF
'howlerb and classical faux pas.
Er-er, sh-let me see, err
gasped, and her deep brown eyes, with
a look of incipient perplexlty, met mine
Her hands were toying With the handle Of
my bat. Would it had been mine,
used the word rotatlo, she SAID, hope
It's not too doggy?
Oh, no, sighed, it's sn excellent word
used by Bohn. believed
How could any word she used be wrong ?
| thought only OF the miserable Don Jones
rom whom had saved her. Then Mrs
Grsbbs came in with the tea and cake.
Ethel, s-er-Mss Msyner, | beg your
pardon DO let me pour you ont cup Of
lea.
The emphasis was more undergrsdustey !
han PROFESSIONAL, the work Of impulse ra.
her than discretion, bat prudence was ont
when beauty WAS IN.
Oh, thank you, she smiled. You are a
lear good old mani Il had Just turned Is.
good? A hypocrlte in FOOLS paradise
}ut we don't seem 10 be getting on very
uickly? she queriod, lOh, when were
,roee and poetry so closely alied?l Crops,
re they feminine or masculine? she ask
d.
Ahem er--it depends on the kind, yoa
NOV | replied,
Seges, Is that the correct word? AnJ
, smiten by love and iorgetiuI OF ny
ATTN dictionary, told her 1t meant col
ier.
She slipped her tea aud tiled to suppress
laugh. 1t was the "solder" that did It,
I'D midst her emotion little red rose
nd fell from her breast on to Herr Grant
ler's Latin Prose.
You funny man! she ripped, 1t would
ave been cruelty from ouy one else 10
be world, but from Ethel 1t was sweet
ess and Joy, / drew my chair closer to
es. My left hand strsyed toward that
ucket bat magnetic tbrll was gener
ting. looked aud thought only Of her
resm face, her eyes, where the merry
winkle st the soldier" cfopper was lusr
ying away, and was about to-wAen d
mock came at the door, then Mrs Grsbbs
I'd her words fell ou my ears like molten
,sd:
II you please, sIr, the porter ssys At