The Advocate and news., 1899-01-18

BY MAsLE Dlccs.

while she was speaking. Her brother,
Hal, who sat opposite, looked up with
a smile.
Hes handsomer than the last lecturer,
is he, sadie?" he asked.
well, should how'll said Sadie, in a
sweet, musical voice.
Mr. Mead looked at his daughter for
moment
"You had better go outdoors to do
IT," was all he said
But because he said 1t, the event was
tragic. Every one looked aghast, and
Sadie left the table to cry away the
evening in her own room.
After that, for full week, Sadie said
so little In her fathers presence and said
that little so well, that he began to think
her habit cured. But in reality, she was
only keeping back her slang while he
was near.
The day came when the professor 9f
English Literature was expected at their
house. Sadie happened to be out when
he arrived, and did not see the meeting
between him and her mother, or she
would have been as much surprised as
was Professor Hamlll himself, when he
discovered that Mrs. Mead was an old
school friend Of whom he had lost sight
for many years.
After a little chat, Mrs Mead cautioned
her husband and the professor not to
mention before her children that they had
met before, explaining her request by
plan that she had just formed.
When she had finished, her husband
said, Capital, my dear, only fear you
can't carry it through successfully"
while Professor Hamill, with twinkle
in his dark eyes that denied the gray
Of his mustache and hair. looked straight
at Mrs. Mead, and said:
"NOw am sure that you are the same
Jennie Ewing used to knOw!"
At that moment Sadie came modestly
into the room. Her pretty manner and
gentle voice seemed to fill Professor
Hamill with surprise. He looked at her
and looked at her again, In wondering
way, as II he did not quite believe his
eyes.
Sadie, conscious Of his gaze, could not
suppress q feeling OF satisfaction in at
tracing so much attention from this dis
tinguished-loOking gentleman, and when,
a little later, her mother excused her
self and left Sadie with her father to
entertain their guest, she was very care
full that her language should deserve no
criticism She felt the professors eyes
resting upon her more than once with
what seemed to her increasing approba-
tiOn.
When they were gathered around the
table, spread with snowy dam4sk and
deCked with the daintiest china and
shiniest silver, Sadie found herself pity
ing the other girls, who could not have
Professor Hamill at their house. She
quite plumed herself upon the sweet pic
ture he would carry away with him Of
their little home. The table was pretty;
the boys were looking handsome and be-
having we'll; the conversation was
agreeable, she reflected, everything was
at It's very best.
AT that instant she was startled from
revery by her mothers voice.
"But, seriously, Professor Hamill" she
was saying, speaking OF the Tempest,
isn't 1t good deal of a fake to try and
make out that Shakespeare meant so
much by that simple little song he has
the fairies sing? Not but what / think
Shakespeare is way up--I consider him
daisy writer OF the world-but 1t does
make me tired to have people search out
meanings that he never put there, that's
ALI"
Sadie glanced quickly at her father
whose eyes were fixed upon his plate,
then at her mother, who seemed all un-
conscious Of having said anything un-
usual.
Professor Hamill answered Mrs. Mead
gravely.
"Oh, Of course" said she, when he
finished. You're whirler when It
comes to argument and no mistake, but
you know there's something in what
was saying, all the same!"
Hal chOked at that word "whrler"
from his mothers lips. He tried to