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PROMISING.

In the early days of my university So
journ (it would be absurd to call it a ca
reer) was considered promising. The
provost himself, when went to breakfast
with him on the last day of the summer
term, was good enough to tell me SO.
"The college, he remarked, expects
great things from you, Mr.. Vansittart.
81 wish, sir" 1 rcjoined, that the col
lego may not be wrong"
with little more application, " he pur-
sued, ga first class is, in the opinion of the
college, we'll within your reach"
believe 1 blushed. The young lady sit
ting opposite to me flung up her eyelashes
for demure, amused glance.
The provost smiled kindly.
eyes; 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 papal" said the young lady oppo-
site to me.
The provost held out his hand. clasped
it, believe that he supposed me to be go
ing at the same time. He went. remain
ed.
cit is" 1 observed, with a profound
sigh, the last day OF term"
eyes" said the young lady.
eff" said 1, "you were to como and I'M
lock the gate at the bottom of your gar
den, could reach my rooms that way"
"Would it be the shortest" she asked.
"It will be much too short anyhow"
said l.
A few minutes later sat down on q
bench. Daisy stopped, looked doubtful,
shook her head, sat down. Wopursucd the
conversation which we had begun as we
came along.
"Papa would never hear of it," she said.
81 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 u
"No; I'm not" she cried, blushing
amazingly 81 meant you'd probably be
plowed."
"I'm going to get first" said 1.
"Nonscnscr' said Daisy.
drew little nearer.
"You read the articleP" Iasked "The
fellow showed quite plainly that it could
be done on 93OO-with careful manage
ment, you know"
Daisy nodded sagaciously.
"And don't see why 1 shouldn't have
23OO in-well in about three years"
1 spoke as though three years were
moment of time.
81 shall be go, unused Daisy in an awe
struck tone.
"Its not bit too old, 1 cried.
emo; l suppose not" she conceded,
"but it's terribly long time Dick"
A pause followed hammered my cap
against the bench.
"Its beast of world, burst out.
"Why the deuce can't There's the dean
just got marriedp'
"Thc dean must be 49, observed Daisy.
"Hc says he's 20, " and we 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 1.
81 didn't say he wasn't that, Dick,
butt
"Of course if money what you WANT
"You know don't but suppose there
is no harm in wishing that we"-
I recovered my good temper. 7 always
did when she said 1--WE"
~ can make as much as he's got, said
confidently.
"Oh, can you, Dick? How soon9"
was not going to boast. Assuming
calm and wise air, answered:
"By the time l am 80, anyhow"
Daisy's face fell woefully.
ooh, 30W she moaned. Then she turn
ed to me, with u smile, saying:
"Never mind, Dick, dear. We shan't
want quite as much. Why he's got e5,-
600 year,"
Chow do you knowP"
"Mrs. jackson told mo so. Oh, what
do you think, Dick9 She said that if
liked 1 might-she said she was sure 1
might Where are you going Dick?'
''If you're only going to tell me what
that wretched old woman says, I'm going
back to my rooms. What did she say?'
81 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
rOEN-UHtIbi L hllGW you, NOulOl, your cup
is in an awful state, Dick, so is your gown
only that Mr.. Franklin Ford-oh, how
stupid you are, Dick You know perfectly
well what she saidP'
1 flung the battered cap upon the bench,
thrust my hands into my pockets, rested
my chin on my necktie and stared modify
at my toes There was long pause. Pres
emily felt the lightest touch on my arm.
took no notice. The touch grew more in
sistent.
Poor boyl" said Daisy. "Dick, 1 told
her that thought Mr.. Ford horrid."
odd your cried, my hands flying
from my pockets to-elsewhere.
eyes, and she said 1 should know better
as I got older. don't see what she means.