The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-10-27

her: that he appreciated her: that if so
many people had not been around he would
have explained himself more fully. 1t was
a promise, ii was an intoxication, it was
delight Ellen's heart beat suffocatingly.
She had several long talks with the Pro-
fessor about her future. She said he had
opened up a new world for her, and she
would no longer be content to remain
within the narrow limits of Woodale; that
she had felt for some time she needed
wider sphere for her activities She felt
she was called to minister TO the masses,
but she also felt she needed some sort of
probation before meeting EN- face TO face
Would he not advise her?-this appealingly
lie said he would; that he fully appre-
ciated her situation; that he had seen all
along she was wasted on the provincials Of
Woodale. He begged, however, that she
would not-er-intimate that he had so re-
ferred to the excellent people of this COM
munity, as he expected to-er-deliver an
other course of lectures here the following
season. Canddly, though, he had found
woodale crude and reactionary. This, of
course, was strictly confidential. "Of
course, of coursei' cooed Ellen. Oh, heav-
emily! Oh sweet a secret between them
Oh, delicious
He recommended her to take a course in
his University-to attend his classes, in
short. He would direct her reading; he
would introduce her to Social Settlements;
he would be her guide, philosopher and
friend"
To Ellen this could mean but one thing.
She regarded him with tender indulgence.
She knew he was struggling to make her
nd haf ha 6arlarp
himself until he had some intimation OF her
feeling for him. She had been too reserved
with him. And she turned and gave him
look, a look that il must be
confessed - slightly staggered the Pro-
lessor. He nlurmured that he would see
her again and retired with some precipi-
fancy. 1.-The dear, dear man. purred FL
len to herself. How easy she would make
it for him. So the evening before the
last lecture she sent her father down
town and arranged a tete-a-tete dinner
with an accompaniment Of dim-lighted IL
brary scented with the dangerous perfume
from a bowl of roses and Ellen in her blue
gown shouted against dark red loung-
ing chair. Cruel disappointment, however,
awaited Ellen. The Professor deeply re-
GREETED his inability to accept her invita-
ton to dinner because of some necessary
writing which must be done between the
afternoon class and the evening lecture
and the lecture began earlier in order to
permit him to leave on a certain train,
| which would take him to the scene of an
| urgent engagement. So Ellen perforce had
to content herself with hurried handshake
| and few hasty words.
| How she lived through the intervening
weeks she knew not, but early Spring
| found her unpacking her effects in hel
| lodging near the University buildings.
young woman across the hall with whom
| she had become acquainted suggested they
| go for walk in the fresh Spring evening
| so they started for a stroll down the prin
cipal street Of the village. The young
| woman descanted volubly and did not no
| tice Ellen's fixed gaze upon an approach
| ing group. 1t was a charming group-s
handsome young man, with clean shaver
face and distinguished air. pushing a per
ambulator In which dimpled and gurgled &
seraphic infant with angel curls, and by
| his side sauntered a stately young goddess
with velvet eyes, rose tinted cheeks anC
! high piled glinting hair-radiant exquisite
| adorable.
"Ohr' exclaimed the Young Woman, 'i
there isn't Professor Frisbie and his wife
/ Isn't he stunning-and isn't she tn,
| SWEETEST thing! /! They say he's per
fectly MAD about her. They ran off t
get married. you know Her fathers wortl
millions. and they were awfully opposed
to it. Professor Frisbie, though. is FAM
GUS. you know, and VERY old family
and they say her fathers weakening-tha
he's coming to the Commencement. oh
1 am perfectly in love with him. All tn,
girls just RAVE about him. He has tn,
most POPULAR classes-but Miss wriggle
ton. what's the matter? Are you Ill
What's the matter?''
"Oh. nothing!" said Ellen. Suppose W,
turn down this street." she added. why
Professor Frisbie''
"Oh, / just met him a few times III,
delivered some lectures in Woodale."
"Oh, 1 see. but you DO look i'll, Mis-
| Wriggleton."
tits riding on the train so long," saiC
| Ellen.
When she got back to her room she locked
her door. sat down on the edge of the bee
and looked hxedly at the carpet for :
long time. Then she got UP and light a
| the gas jet by the dressing table mirror
She supported herself on her hands ant
leaning forward looked at herself critically
She remembered the blue evening gown, tn
rosebud in the pompadour. the play will
her eyelashes. She bethought herself o
that last tete-a-tete dinner TO which h,
never came. OF the dim-lighted library. O.
| the bowl OF roses.
She saw herself as he saw her-of un
| certain age, plain, uninteresting, safe, arc
finally ridiculous. She recalled that looI
she had given him and how he had fled.
She leaned closer to the mirror ant
sneered at her reflection.
"Oh-you-FOOL! 20 she Kissed. The,
she went to bed and cried and wished sh,
| were back at Woodale
| A Man Has Died.
| A man has died-and so have u,vriads