The Press., 1900-06-21

Don't you think so professor
He adjusted his spectacles to give q
conscientious answer.
''Miss Evadne Is always pleasant to
look at he said, as he gazed with a
painstaking air in her direction; "at
this distance l do not see her SO plainly
as could wish"
'And she is always pleasant to talk
to-" added Mrs. Burlington; Ego and
ask her if she would like. some tea, pro-
fessor."
He went obediently, and the white
figure moved to meet him, while the
echo of the words '..cool and fresh and
sweet floated still in his ears.
81 am sent to ask you IL you will
have some tea" he said. 8a
els that meant for an excuse or an
apology ~ asked Evadne demurely.
Does my errand need eitherY he
questioned in return, with his usual
gravity.
"You seemed to consider &c." said
she, ''in which, IL you will not think
me concefted, viii confess you are
unusual. There are people," she con-
tinued, noting his puzzled air, "who
come and talk to me without any err
rand at an-merely for the pleasure of
the thing"
"A little smile was playing round her
mouth, and through her curved eye
lashes the sparkle OF her eyes meant
mischief. ...-.. .-....-
The professor pushed his spectacles
up again; when people were close to
him he could see better without assist
ance.
There are people," he said, "who
might venture to come to you on their
own fmeritss Miss Eva. I am not one
of those fortunate few"
'Sso?" she Querfed, HITTING her eye
brows, "yet your merits are by no
means insignificant. They are pubic
property, professor, and we are very
proud Of them down here. / have
even''-she looked away from him
ssfelt little alarmed at the thought Of
them sometimes and wondered wheth-
er we all seemed very stupid and dull
! to so learned person as you"
Stupid and dull" He echoed the
words Involuntary, while he was
| thinking what a dainty outline the con-
tour Of her cheek and chin made-like
a pink seashell, and what singularly
| sweet intona ton she had!
"Your agree that we are sO," she said
after an rsinstant's offended silence.
'fYou add candor to your other merits.
professor. Tsee. Well, the school treat
| Is over. sIthink must be going home
ward. Good evening"
She stretched out small white hand
He took 1t and considered it for a mo.
ment
do you Sgo across the fields" he
said, "or round by the roadY'
ACROSS the fields-when have some
one with me-
"Should l count as some one, or am
1 too
'Too what-too candidY'
'"Too DID," he said thoughtfully.
| She looked him up and down.
| Il suppose that you are twice my
age"
| more than that, am sure"
| "Has any one ever called you any
thing but professorY'
my mother calls me john"
"Any one elseY'
| "NO one, since l was boy"
They were crossing the meadow now
In the distance Mrs. Errington waved
a goodby to them. They had forgotten
about her.
(Which would you rather be-your
self at your age and with your knowl
edge or an ignorant young person like
mew
She had taken off her hat and was
dangling it by ribbon from her arm
Her hairEwas all ruf1ed, and one little
tress, With CLINT Of gold in it, KISSED
her cheek lovingly.
They had reached the stile, and ht
stopped to help her over it before h
answered Then he said:
Miss Eva, do you think it is possibl,
for any one to gather nuts and May a
the same timer
Eyes, If they get up early enough il
the morning"
"What difference does that make"
'@The difference Of not leaving things
till they are too late"
He was still holding her hand. Sh'
|
parently he had not remembered tt
give it back. Her eyes were like stars
and there was a rose flush like da!
dawn on her cheeks.
"HOW is one to know whether it Il
too late or not?'
II thought you knew everything
professor. And you called me stupit
and dull just now, SO my opinion can
be worth having"
81 called you stupid and dull? d.
you know what think your
"YOu think me vain, frivolous girl.
81 think you the most perfect thinl
on Gods EARTH"
Professor
81 have another name, Evadne"
"When you have quite done with m.
hand
81 shall never have quite done witt
it. want it for my own
"Such a useless, silly little hand?"
"Such a ping and white little hand
like May blossom"
He lifted it to his lips, and they wer
silent for moment.
"Evadne, is q miracle possible?'
"What would be a miracleY' sh
said softly.
He drew her with gentle insistenc
into his arms, and she raised hers an.
clasped them around his neck.
"This Is one" he answered.: sit Is tn
impossible come true"
at was never impossible" she mur
INJURED, 'only-you were asleep an.
dreaming, John, and nOw-you ar
awake, and 1t Is early in the morning
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