The record-union., 1896-03-07

"Have you gone crazy?" was the next
pertinent inquiry.
"Quite the reverse Leo replied. :" 4
am seeking the highest goodi' How
often has President Johnson explained
that the whole end and aim of college
education is not to see how many vaca-
tions you can get? I shall devote these
two weeks to individual work." she
added.
If the girls did not suspect what in
dividual work she meant, neither did
Leo herself know what it was to be.
She waived a decisive farewell and
stepped into the elevator.
Early the next morning Leo knocked
lightly at Professor Lymans study.
His niece opened the door and, smiling
welcome, looked towards the couch
in the corner. Its Leo, uncle"
"Ah, LeoI Miss Bartram, / believe"
and the PROSTATE Professor waved his
hand in a courtly manner "Nehmen
Sic Platz, prenez une siege, take a
chair. You have come to say farewell?"
mo, Mr.. Lyman, shall spend the va
cation here"
"But not to study?"
''Oh, no!''
1udl right. L snail MAKE you all q
present Of the first recitation after the
term opens. Be a butterfly. You know
that song
I'D be a butterfly,
Born in a bower"
The Professor began to sing in a
round, jovial voice, throwing back his
head and waving his hand, but a twinge
of rheumatism cut him short His face
smoothed, and the Professor smiled
whimsica1ly. Man is born unto
trouble . he remarked, 'as the sparks
fly upward. " Then, turning to his
niece, "Grace, my child, do you suppose
you could prevail upon the genial Miss
Fitz-P Patrick to bring me a glass of
water?"
Leo offered to run down and save
Bridget's steps The faithful servant
was full of concern for her master. rs
he betther Miss Layo? He's a right
to be more careful. Shure, he puts too
much stren'th to dhrive that wheel. /
aften seen him get off to ketch his
breath. Come in whin you can, miss;
the soight o. yo' cheers a body up"
1t was not the first time that Bridget
had expressed this opinion. Whenever
in the absence of all his nieces, who
took turns in keeping house for him,
Professor Lyman wished to organize a
tea party or a breakfast-as in the
goodness of his hospitable heart he
often did-Bridget always begged that
Leo might be called in to act as mis-
tress. Have in that Miss Bartram;
she's SO comfortable like" Always
there had seemed to be a special place
in the Professors house for Leo. His
big heart made room for many student
around the table or by the hearth, and
no one ever forgeot the wit and genial
ity of that home, but Leo felt with a
thrill of grateful pride, that others did
not see the Professor quite as she did
He had long fireside talks with her, or
they would sit silent while Grace and
her sisters sang college songs over
their sewing. At such times Professor
Lyman would lean his white head
back in the big leather arm chair, with
eyes closed his spiritual face made
statuesque by the freight In one
hand he held a paper-cutter made of
an elephants tusk, drawing it through
the other hand almost with a caress
Sometimes he loved to pace up and
down the long drawing talking
about his boyhood and early manhood
There was youth in him still, in spite
of his seventy years; a sudden squaring
of the shoulders with a stride forward
told that. Out of doors his step was
springing, and his cane tapped lightly
on the pavement.
He was popular among the girls; they