The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-01-22

aud the rain was beating ruthlessly
down on her large velvet hat with its
mass of waving plumes As she caught
sight of the Professor her face bright.
ened, and with an impulsive bound
sAe stood beside him under the um-
brella.
She raised oppealingly face so
captivating in its girlish freshness
that even the Professors grave
features, shaded by the umbrella, soft
enei into IA smile. Long lashes yelled
pair of the loveliest hazel eyes that
ever lighted up veritable rosebud
face. Perhaps the features were not
quite reSular--t the nose had little
Independent style OF its own, but the
| lips were very rel, AMI the little
"nburn curls Just showing under the
wide hat brin completed tout en-
| semble that was bewitching.
The Professor suddenly recoilecte /
| himself and stammered:
Certainly of course--I shall be
very glad.
Thanks awfully; you're so kind"
returned the young lady, walking
along beside him. ''I did hate to
rum my new dress and hat. Lust got
them from home Yesterday. Pm n
university student" she explained,
''but | live II New York. ! suppose
anybody else would have got com
| pletely drenched before they'd have
asked TO share You umbrella without
being introduced, but [ thought you
wouldn't mind. You're sure you
don't?"
Quite sure" said the Professor,
laughing. This was rather amusing.
Lifting the umbrella little more over
her, he asked, With fatherly patron
age;
"May I ask what work you are pur-
suing ut the uniyersity?"
"I? On, pursue Greek AMI Eng
lish and history aud French, etc.
I'm going to take philosophy next
term"
"Under whom?' quarieI the Pro-
fessor, with interest.
Under Professor Brolaw. He's
awfuliy clever, but they say hos just
as cranky as he can be"
"In leel" WIS all the astounded
Professor could calculate.
Yes; gets himself no like scare
crow. It's Il pity, too, for he'd be
real handsome if he only knew it. [
watched him i'll chapel yesterday. He
has beautiful eyes, 50 large and
dreamy, and the lovelIest hair! But
he always looks rs if he'd lost his last
friend. Perhaps you know him?'
Slightly" replied tho Professor,
for the first time in his honorable
career STOPPING TO assimilation.
They say he bates women" she
continued. "He's never had any in
his classes, but some Of us are going
to beard the lion next term. Well.
here we are at my house I'm so
much obliged to you. Good night.
And before the Professor could re-
gain his senses she had slipped from
under the umbrella and was gone.
Divided between Indignation and
amusement, the young professor strobe
home. So that was what people said
Of him-he was n crank and ne hated
women. Ii was new experience hay
ing such things said to him, and he
didn't like it. But "his eyes were
lovely" were they? He had actually
blushed in the darkness when she said
that, and ~ found it soothing now to
his wounded vanity.
Would 1t be believed that the first
thing the learned professor did on
reaching his rooms was to walk
straight TO the mirror over the CRATE
and study himself with nil the interest
OF II freshmen? For the first time ne
noted TINT his coat was shabby, and Il
firm resolve shone i'll his eyes His
nnlr wasn't bad, perhaps, and his eyes
again the swift color came into his
face and with boyish laugh lie
turned away FROM the mirror.
His thesis still lay on his desk.
81 don't feel like that any more to-
night, he saiJ, and he thrust it into y
small drawer and threw himself into
an easy chair to read
Professor Brokaw had just begun
his lecture on the first day OF the next
term when the door opened and i'm
walked six very lcmure young ladies.
headed by hisucqunintauce of the rain
storm. They seated themselves Sc
dately near the door, unheedine the
chairs placed at the disposal by rs
many gallant young men. Fore
warned is forsarmcd. The Professor
merely included them IN general
bow of recognition and proceeded
with his discourse.
At the close of the hour the stn-
dents came forward for enrolment.
As the Professor took the card from
the fair sharer of his umbrella he
looked her bravely i'm the face. won
dcring if she would recognize him. but
She only blushed slightly and dropped
her eyes.
'Grace-what is the last namc?" he
asked, scrswliug her name i'm his book.
Hamilton, she SAID, aud he
thought that q pretty name for such %
cruel young woman.
The Professor had unprecedented dire
nod dreadful things from that class in
philosophy, but he was, happily, not
doomed to experience them. he Rns
90 gentleman and he treated the vounp
ladies courtcouslv That being nll
they wanted, they smiled on hiin ami
ably i'm return and said he was "auite
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