The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-27
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to send the slim craft through the water at half speed. Charles Benson had stretched a tennis net upon a newer and better piece of turf and stoody ready looked from one to the other and then looked at the Professor. His ungainly hgure in relief against the sky. he stood and gazed across the lake. Evidently the scenery and not the people interested him. She was generous girl at heart and she thought that he felt lonely. She was mistaken. but the thought did her softly:
 There is a punt below. Professor Thomson Would you like to spend the morning fishing with meT'
 He turned with start of surprise and answered:
 Il shall be delighted Miss-Miss-Brown isn't it? l shall be delighted, but know nothing of managing the boat"
 "Oh." she said heartily. "1 will attend to that and 1t will be pleasant on the lake,"
 The Professor vent to the tent and re- appeared moment later bearing d large white umbrella--an enormous white ufn- brella. in fact-its inside lined with green. Five minutes afterward the girl. her arms barred to the elbows, was jerking 3or with the umbrella hoisted was crouch ed comfortably in the stern and Wealth erly and Benson, mutual enmity forgQf- ten in a common woe, glared resentfuHy after them.
 At noon they rounded the point and came in sight. the girl rowing the Pro- I lessor placid in the stern. The prov | grated upon the gravel and she sprang | lightly out. H. followed more Ieisurely. | stopping and stooping in the middle of
 the boat. They saw that he bore some
 thing in his large hands. Suggestively
 enough the umbrella was left on
 thwart.
 said Miss Brown breathlessly, pointing sor's fists "He has told me all about | them. This is a fresh-water lichen. al-
 most identical with those upon which | Arctic explorers llve-poor things!-when ings. The little piece of rock was brought down from northern Canada billions of | years ago by a glacier which moved four
 inches every ssvsny In ba ndaa. yade arrow heads from! You'd thinnk this lit | tie green pebble was a pebble, wouldn't you? We'll. it's almost pure copper.
 asgss enash 'ess sew & Sf aerss ha sTDas
 mite: that's good for fishing!'
 plucked a small flower that grew at the proud smile and proffered 1t to her.
 Here. Miss Judith" he said, lis a pansy; that's for thoughts"
 She pinned the flower in the bosom Of
 hands and walked ub to the slope toward | camp.
 Excuse me. Professor" said Weather | ly, with pointed politeness, but you have i left your umbrella in the boat" I That's all right: that's all rightr' was | the genial unconscious response. We're 1 going out again this afternoon. I am.
 to use a colloQuialism, as hungry as | wolff
 WeatherIy was silent. That afternoon Benson rolled up his tennis net and hid | 1t under his mattress.
 There was little change in matters du- | ring the two following weeks. That is to
 say. there was little outward change. A
 good deal was going on under the sur i face. What this was may be explained, | perhaps, by a short whispered talk be- | tween Miss Judith Brown, spinster, and
 Mrs. John Temple, nee Sigourney.
 Do you know Miss Brown asked
 with a thrill, what his second name isT' "No. dear. I don't. What Is it?' l She leaned close so that the vulgar out
 side world might have no share in the
 knowledge and said: .. | ''He told me today. It's Euripides. These things happen every day. They l are as old as the hills and as fresh and | sweet as the waters that flow from the hills. v