The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1895-02-27
"Indeedln was all the astounded pro-

aad the loveliest hairl But he always
looks as if he'd lost his last friend.
Perhaps you know himp'
"Slghtly," replied the professor, for
the first time in his honorable career
STOPPING to Discrimination.
They say he hates 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. Goodnight"
And before the professor could regain
his senses, she had slipped from under
his umbrella and was gone.
Divided between indignation and
amusement, the young professor strobe
home. So that was what people said of
him-he was a crank and he hated
women. 1t was new experience hav-
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 he found it soothing now to
his wound, vanity.
Would it be believed that the first
thing the learned professor did on reach
ing his rooms was to walk straight to
the mirror over the CRATE and study
himself with all the interest of fresh
man7 For the first time he noted that
his coat was shabby, and firm resolve
shone in his eyes. His hair wasn't bad,
perhaps, and his eyes again the swift
color came into his face and with boy
i,h laugh he turned away from the mir
rOr
His thesis still lay on his desk.
"l don't feel like that any more to-
night" he said, and he thrust it into a
small drawer and threw himself into an
easy chair to read.
Professor Broktw had Just begun his
lecture on the fret day of the next
term when the door opened and in
walked six very demure young ladies,
headed by his acquaintance of the rain
storm. They seated themselves Sc
dalely near the door, unheeding the
chairs placed at their disposal by as
many gallant young men. Forewarned
is forearmed. The professor merely
included them in a general bow of rec
ignition and proceeded with his dis
course.
AT the close of the hour the students
came forward for enrolment. AS the
profe sor took the card from the fair
sharer of his umbrella he looked her
bravely in the face, wondering if che
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.
Hamilton" she said, and he thought
that a pretty name for such cruel
young woman.
The professor had apprehended dire
and dreadful things from that class in
philosophy, but he was, happily, not
doomed to experience them. He was
a gentleman and he treated the young
ladies courteously. That being all they
wanted, they smiled upon him amiably
in return, aud said he was "quite nice"
There were, nevertheless, not want
ing revelations for him. He at frs
charltably refrained from "quizzing"
the young ladies, under the impression
that their minds were unadapted to
grapple with the distractions of philos-
ophy. What was his amazement to
discover on the first examination that
one of the two candidates for highest
marks was young woman, and that
one Grace Hamilton.
He was none the less gratifed, and
the next time he met her he stopped
and told her how pleased he was with
her work. And he was glad that be
had done 30 when he saw the pretty
flush Of pleasure it brought to her face.
So interested did the professor be-
come in this bright pu Ill of his that he
would frequently bring her books from
his private library to shed light on dark
problems, and he was surprised TO find
how quickly an hour or Two would slip
away while he was explaining thin Is
to her.
During those winter months the
young professor was passing through
some strange phases of life. He was
beginning to discover that with all his
knowledge some things he had yet to
learn.
Not Kant nor SchOpenhauer had ever
told him what charming thing a sweet
young woman can be, nor had all his
mathematics taught him to estimate the
face value of smile. He seemed to be
entering into new world in these lat
ter days. He wondered that he had
never noticed before how bright the sun
shOne and how blue the sky was.
With all this revolution taking place
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had come about a complete metamor-
phosis in his external appearance. He
no longer wore shabby clothes, but
walked the streets in the most stylish
suits that a CT y tailor could devise.
he had never, with all his erudtiOn,
taken course in the science of love,
and it was long before he could in.
terpret 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.
He looked at her in class with a
guilty feeling that he ought to fall on
his knees and beg Ler pardon for hav-
ing dared to love r.
But, logically concluding that some
man would eventually presume to such
boldness and he might as well be that
man, he began to watch if he could de-
tect any indication on her part that she
ever gave thought of him other than