The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1895-02-23

Professor Brokaw had just begun his lee
ture on the first day of the next term when
the door opened and in walked six very
demure young ladies, headed by his ac-
quaintancc of the Iain storm. They seated
themselves sedatcly near the door, unheed-
ing the chairs placed at their disposal by
as many gallant young men. Forewarned
is forearmed. The Professor merely in
cluded them in general bow of recogni.
ton and proceeded with his discourse
At the close of the hour the students
came forward for enrolment. As the Pro
fessor took the card from the fair sharer of
his umbrella he looked her bravely in the
face, wondering if she would recognize
him, but she only blushed slightly and
dropped her eyes.
'Grace-what is the last name?" he
asked scrawling her name in his book.
"llamilton,' she said and he thought
that pretty name for such cruel young
woman.
The Professor had apprehended dire and
deadful things from that class in philosophy,
but he was happily, not doomed to exper-
fence them. He was gentleman and he
treated the young ladies courteousy That
being all they wanted, they smiled on him
nice.'
There were, nevertheless not wanting
revelations for him. He at first charitably
refrained from ''quizzing" the young ladies,
under the impression that their minds were
unadapted to grapple with the distractions
of philosophy, What was his amazement
to discover on the first examination, that
one of the two candidates for highest marks
was a young woman and that one Grace
Hamilton.
He was none the less eratifed and the
next time he met her he stopped and told
her how pleased he was with her work
And he was glad that he had done SO when
he saw the pretty flush of pleasure it
brought to her face.
So interested did the Professor become in
this bright pulpit of his that he would fire.
quently bring her books from his private
library to shed light on the dark problems,
and he was surprised to find how quickly an
hour or two would slip away while he was
explaining things to her.
During those winter months the young
Professor was passing through some strange
phases OF fife. He was beginning to dis
cover that with all his knowledge some
things he had yet to learn.
Not Kant nor Schopenhauer had ever
told him what a charming thing sweet
young woman can be, nor had all his
mathematics taught him to estimate the face
of smile. He seemed to be entering into
new world in these latter days. He won
dered that he bad never noticed before how
bright the sun shone and how blue the sky
was.
With all this revolution taking place
under the Professors brown curls there had
come about complete metamorphosis in
his external appearance. He no longer
wore shabby Clothes but walked the streets
in the most stylish suits that city tailor
could devise
He had never, with all his crudition
taken course in the science OF love, and
it was long before he could interpret to
himself these new sensations of his. When
at length it dawned upon him that he was
actually in love with Grace Hamilton he
was appalled, at his audacity.
All this time the weeks were slipping by
one by one and at last there came bright
day in June when the Professor realized
that commencement was only two DAYS
away. He wandered about aimlessly all
day trying to face the misery of not seeing
Grace Hamilton all summer BY evening !