Waterbury Democrat., 1902-12-12

1 Chat by it's kindly ordering the lady l students sat in the front row durin g l lectures, and, therefore, more within l range of his somewhat limited vision. 1 The next thing that he was conscious
 of was that he was hunting high and l low in his room for pair of glasses, l far stronger than those he generally
 used, and not at all necessary for mer e 1 reading purposes. Two or three times he lost his place in his notes and stood confused and put to shanie be-
 fore the class, thing that had never happened before in all his experience. 1 Finally, he came to the conclusion | that the tie which he had been wearing when the senior student was fresh man and which he had worn ever since, was little the worse for wear and must be replaced, and then what he had long suspected broke fully on his mind. Such a wholesale revolution could mean but one thing!
 Thus 1t came to pass that on notic- | ing the name of Eva Miller among those invited to the picnic, the profess sor suddenly changed his mind. He was 8 man of few words and prompt deeds. He would try his luck that very day.
 To describe his feelings during the drive to the scene of action would be impossible. Strangely out of place in the middle of the chattering crowd, distrusting his own powers, and yet so bold as to amaze himself, the pro- lessor sat alone and neglected in B
 corner of the brake. The kindness ot heaven, however, aided 8 little by the l cunning of man, had placed the object of his adoration almost opposite him. So, while he gszed blankly into space, and was supposed by anyone who gave him passing thought to be elab- oratlng new treatise ou S'Tbe Parti- cles," he could all the time feast his eye unobgerved 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 l end of time. Now was his opportu-
 nifty; he would follow the group con- taiAing his. idol st . little distance, and surely he would get chance of v. Keeping the group in sight, and him. self out of it, he dawdIed 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 bit; then on again, then back; then stood stock still for few moments, pretending to nse his watch as a compass; and then, finding that some one had been watch ing his maneuvers with urfeigned in terest, bolted straight ahead as if he were shot from gun. Tn less than two minutes he was upon the group, but, alas, his eyes had played him false again, and she was not thars What did he want with Jesaiaaa Bates!
 Having tried te expiAia kis sadd en awoop down er these unprotected fe- males, and having dfsrslly failed therein, he turned aside, sick at heart. and entered a small plantation of young trees. A narrow footpath led through this, and as he neared the stile 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 landlady he had to go away by the early train for two or three days. Hence that no- tlce on the class room door
 The professors dream was over: there was but one thirfg left-revenge: and the professor settled down to plan and scheme how best to obtain it. Pennington 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 uable 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. Tn 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, Eff 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 nH +ha son sssch@.s- z ~ Rall;1l tho ngse