The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1902-12-11

/ ~ "hAlC hC SdZcu DldHhlN luLO space,
and was supposed by anyone who
| gave him passing thought TO be elab-
Grating a new treatise on THE Parti-
cles," he could all the time feast his
| eye unObserved on the vision of beauty
not two yards away. Lunch eaten, the
whole party broke up and scattered in
all directions, as parties will do till the
end of time. Now was his opportu-
nifty; he would follow the group con-
| tanning his idol at little distance.
and surely he would get a chance of
| speaking with her alone before long.
Keeping the group in sight, and him
self out of it, he dawdled and hung
about as is the way of people who
are doing their best not to overtake a
friend little way ahead. He walked
| forward, then back a bit; then on
again, then back; then stood stock
sui for few moments, pretending to
use his watch as a compass; and then.
hndlng that some one had been watch
ing his maneuvers with unfeigned in
terest, bolted straight ahead as if he
were shot from gun. In less than
two minutes he was upon the grouD.
put, alas, his eyes had played him false
again, and she was not there. What
did he want with Jemima Bates,
Having tried to explain his sudden
swoop down on these unprotected fe-
males, and having dismally failed
| therein, he turned aside. sick at heart
ana entered small plantation of
| young trees. A narrow footpath led
! through this, and as he neared the stiIa
that opened on the fields beyond he
saw two figures leaning against it.
Another moment showed him Eva
Miller and young Pennington, deep in
conversation and oblivious of all
around. Quietly and unobserved he
turned back, and on reaching his
rooms that night he told his landladv
he had to go away by the early train
| for two or three days. Hence that no.
tee on the class room door.
The professors dream was over:
there was but one thing left-revenpe:
and the professor settled down to plan.
and scheme how best to obtain it.
! remington was reading with him for
classical scholarship at Oxford, so
the professor saw the way quite clear.
| Instead of one hour extra in the even
ing, he gave his pupil two, and some
times even more, out of his own val
| liable time. He looked out all his
! old notes and helps. and lent them to
his enemy; he corrected all his work
with especial care, and went to the
trouble of writing out model answers
for his pupil to copy. In short. pains
| taking and thorough as Prof. McVint
had always been. he had never taken
such pains or used such thorough
methods with pupil before Nothing
was too much trouble for him. "At
any rate" he used to murmur to him
self, as deep in his heart he nursed
his revenge, 'if she can't marry me
she shall marry one of the best stu
dents Oxford and this place ever
| turned out"
And when IS months later the news
came that Guy Pennington had pulled
off the top "schol." at Balliol the pro-
| fessOr's revenge was complete. and his
satisfaction knew no bounds.
NouS rat uIdle you InOSb nedrt1ly,
McVint," said DR.. Smithers, the phys
les demonstration, zone of your best
successes; won't Miss Miller be glad!"
80, nonsense" returned the profess
sOr, mo credit due to me at all. \
fellow with brains like that could get
anything, no matter who prepared
him. But''-with a sigh-"I'm very
glad for her sake"
Yes" answered the doctor. breez-
lily, "she always was proud of her
brother. Good morning, McVint,"
and was gone like shot. The pro-
fessor stood rooted to the ground.
Her brother! Her brother! What
could it all mean?
And then was seen a sight such as
never before was witnessed by gods
or men. Students on their way to
college stopped amazed, amiable old
gentlemen out for their constitutional
forgot their amiability, and swore
horribly as they were rudely hustled
and pushed aside, elderly females
screamed "Hi, stop thief" butchers
boys whistled and cackled. servant
girls craned their heads out of win
dows. little dogs barked and yelped
for pure delight, and all the universe
stood still, as Prof. McVint, gathering
up the skirts of his ample gown. flew
down the length of the esplanade in
pursuit of the unsuspecting Smithers.
Brother, did you say" he burst
out. as he caught that busting worthy
by the arm, did you say he was her
brother?"
Smithers stared blankly at him for
a moment. 80, l had forgotten" he
said, looking round with an annoyed
air. what fuss about nothing! Of
course, / said brother, though he is
really only her stepbrother. PEN
nington's father died soon after he
was born, and his mother subsequent
ly married a Miller. l thought every
one knew that. But what difference
does it make?"
That was a question the professor
declined to answer. What difference?
Why. this difference-that before ten
o'clock that evening the professor had
told Miss Miller of the episode of the
stile (among other things, and she