Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-07-08
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TCopyright, 1895, |

never to speak to himS" said MT. Barclay to his daughter ns he took up his hat to leave the house. "You shall never marry n man like that. If you choose q sedate person of mature years now''- "A gentleman to answer tho advertise ! ment," announced the scfSant at this | juncture, "Such funny old gentleman. " And she giggled She handed him a card which bore tho name ''IIans Schmidt, professor of languages.
 Keep your remarks to yourself, Ann, '
 said MT. Barclay. Remember what I have said, Emily" And he left the room Entering his parlor, MT. Barclay found there an elderly gentleman with q saffron ! complexion, n rcd nose, a bushy head of gray hair and agray mustache He wore
 D snuff Colorcd coat, with very short waist, blue pantalOons and a relic of tho past in the shape of black stock, above which appeared tho long points of a white collar that turned up the lobcs of his cars He bowed, waved one hand toward Mir Barclay and tho other toward himself and said:
 "Sir, como about doso advertisement. 7"
 "Glad to sec you. Pray be seated, said Me. Barclay "I am glad you called so early"
 "Dose early birds catches dose worms, '
 responded tho professor, letting himself down into chair.
 II have ono daughter who has had the misfortune to lose her mother, and since she returned from boarding school my whole life is spent in watching her. She -sho is too much for me-" And he made
 motion with his hands moro expressive of an explosion of fireworks than anything
 else. Hero he paused, quite pctrificd with astonishmcnt, for as the professor lifted his hands in sympathetic horror his hair arose on his head and stood up at full length for at least two minutes, a phcnom-
 enon which rendered MT. Barclay in capable of speech. II wish her to become
 a perfect linguist," he said.
 II will oblige de young lady to become so, '" said the professor. Hero are my ref ercnces; some of ministers, somo of do mo-
 bility, and l giff you my word of honor dose young ladies dot instruct mover to mo hafe made loaf-never. If so you de- sire, will take somo oats of dat"
 "Your word is sufficient, sir" said Mr. Barclay. Then there was some talk of terms and hours, and tho professor was engaged, and the two men left the parlor together. In the hall they met Emily. whom her father formally introduced, and who made the most profound courtesy,
 but spoiled the effect immediately by ut
 tering shriek of laughter, for as tho pro lessor bowed low his hair rose on his head again and both his ears waggcd II am shocked. I apologize for my daughter, sir, y said MT. Barclay "Abologics do not require themselves, !" said the professor. II rejoice dot inspire
 in de young lady dot chccrfulncss. D "I'm afraid it won't answcr' Mr. Bar clay said to himself. "Shc'll laugh at him." But things turned out better than
 he hoped. Emily declared herself delighted with her lessons and her teacher, and the governcss gave excellent reports. A load seemed lifted from Mir. Barclays life, and
 he began to feel that his troubles wore over when ono morning, to his astonishmrnt, Professor Hans schmidt presented him self at his place of business, and with a solemn air his hand on his heart and his
 hair occasionally rising on bis head, offered himself as a son law II am well born and no poor" he said. "Havc your con sent to pay to Miss Emily my addrcssrs?'
 MT. Barclay smothcrcd his amusement "Oh, you have minc,' Inc said. "CcYtuin ly, professor if you can get Emily's," and when the professor had departed he won derod what Emily would say to the poor old follow and felt sorry for him.
 To his ast stonishmcnt, that evening when he returned homo his daughter ran tomcrt
 him, smiles on her lips and sparkl,'s in her eyes.
 "You dear, good Iapa!' she said 'Hans and are Su haIpE.
 "Eou don't love hin:? You haven ;lr- ceptrd him*" Mr. Barclay shoutrd "Do my ears drrtvc me, UT have gone crazy:"
 II adore him, and I've said yes, " replied Emily. He told me you had given con sent, papa.
 II did, said Mir. Barclay rumpling his hair. "Ycs, but I thought you d refuse him, Emily. What queer things women aror'
 He thought that moro than once during
 the next few weeks, and he thought also of Titania's fancy for Bottom. Emily had insisted on a quiet affair, no one present but the govcrncss and a friend of the professor as best man. How her tastes had changed her father thought. Tho wedding day culilc ut last For once tho professor was arruycd like other gentlemen. MT. Barclay was glad of that, and the ceremony passed off very well, though the clergyman started when ever tho bridegroom $ hair stood up as he propOundcd tho usual questions. When at last tho two Wcro Onc tho bride was prop erly salutcd and went away to change her
 dress. Miss Hunt went with her. and the | bridegroom, his best man and MT. Barclay
 wcrc left together.
 The best man was very lively young gentleman and had been more jocoSr than
 MT. Barclay approved of. Now he became more so.
 Hans" he said, approaching the pro
 lessor, ''you'ro a sight, Mir. Barclay, don't you think he would look better if | his nose were not so rrd?'
 "NO, sir!' said Mir. Barclay Strrnlv
 Tho young man laughed, and taking his
 handkerchief from his pocket rubbed his | friends nose. To AIr. Barclays nStuni,h-
 ment, the color camo off on the linen. And it k not necessary tn wear such l remarkable hair and muetarhi,~." said l tho young man. And with one twrak Inc seemed tn scalp the hrdrgrunm. "It's what We call in our profession a fright wig, ,' said the young man, holding on, hp. "Stunds on end wkru you pull q string. Take off your g0-rlrs now and | let me wash your face, Hans, he added l and with a little sponge, which he InUis tened with the contents of a bottle, he pro cecdCd to do so, and tho mortified MT. Bar clay saw before him no other than the | young actor, Augustus do Montmorcnci
 minus the makeup in which ho had | certainly played the part of an eccentric German professor to perfection. "Good heavens, you rascal!' he cried
 "You have married my daughter under {
 false name. I'll have you arrested. Sht shall not leave this house with you'' | "One moment, sir said the young man as the irate father rushed toward him. II assure you that my real name Is Hans Schmidt. Do Montmorcnci wa:
 my stage name only. I began life bJ
 teaching languages and havc a right t( the title of professor"
 Mir. Barclay finally forgavc them. MARY KYLE DALLAS