The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-01-09

with any college, but was protesting on
his own hook and delivering interesting lee
lures physiology. He hadn't called her
an angel and fallen in love at first sight.
On the contrary, it had taken him five or six
days to discover that he had at last met his
affinity, and he had skipped her face entirely
in summing up her graces. All this and
much more the blushing aunt related to the
inQuiring niece, and the latter finally de-
manded:
Now show me this mans photograph. I
know you've got it,
Aunt Mily almost lied about it. but finally
produced a cabinet photograph. She was OF
course, wearing it over her heart. 1t was
the typical professor rather so,
and after long look at the picture Susie
handed it back with the remark:
u don't like the looks of that man and
I'm gong to keep an eye on things. If he
doesn't konw more about corn cures than
physiology, then his photograph is way off.
E Aunt Mllly was shocked upset and angry
and her defense of the professor was vigorous
and decisive. They not actually en-
gagged as yet, she admitted bat he was COM
ing on seon for visit and would then doubt
less propose for her hand. His letters wers
beautiful, and no woman could read them
without almost reyerencng the writer She
refused to exhibit them, but a few hours
later Susie had the meanness to steal and
read every enc. She saw that the professor
had neglected photography and grammar in
his schooling, and the only beautiful thing
she could discover about the epistles was
his statement that he sought for .'harte''
to beat responsive to this own. 1t was no use
to say anything further to Aunt Milly. She
was sot in the matter and loyal to the
absent one. week later Professor Holden
arrived. He was distinguished looking man.
AS Susie looked him over she believed she
could distinguish him from most sakirs by
fhf, hoip ft,a - |,
ready coat. He was fairly agreeable
man of big words and eccentric ways. He
hadn't come to propose secret marriage or
an e1opement, but to boldly declare his love
in the face of everybody and ask for Aunt
Milly's hand Aunt Florence was inclined to
be neutral and Susie had nothing to say. So
it came about that TIE lovers pledged them
selves, and the marriage day was set fer three
months ahead. Sus:e's seeming Indifference
was annoying TO the happy hearted old maid,
who wanted everybody to rejoice with her.
but the only explanation she received was:
I'm doing lot Of thinking just now and
you wait TILL l get through, and I'll con-
graduate you.
She had {. dim remembrance of having seen
a photograph OF the professor before. she
cudgeled her brains for week, and she still
doubted she took the train for New York
one morning. On reaching the city she took
a cab to police headquarters, in Mulberry
| tective department she astonished the in
spector in charge by asking to look at the
| rogues' gallery.
Amy particular picture?' he queried.
Yes, sir; 1 want to find the photograph
OF the man who is going to marry my aunt
if I don't stop him. though it just occurs &C. me
that you can't have pictures Of professors
here"
'Oh, yes, we have, scores Of them he re-
piled. Here's Professor Marshall, who de-
livered lectures on astronomy and robbed
postofices the same night; here's Professor
Massarin, who made study Of plant life
and worked the gold brick racket at The same
| time; here's Professor Du Bots, the eminent
student of geology, who went about New
| Hampshire studying rocks in the daytime and
! stealing hoi at night; here also
! You needn't go any further interrupted
| Susie as she turned away. Are you looking
| for Professor Du Boise"
I'D give $500 to him on little matter
| of business
| Susie said nothing on her return home. 1t
was only when The newspapers containing
an account of the arrest OF the professor ar
! rived by post that she took Aunt Mly cut
! into the orchard and handed them to her
! and asked:
| What are you going to do about t?''
| "Why-why," answered the daZed woman az
| she let the papers fall from her hands and
| looked about her in a pitiful way, IL ought
| to faint away, oughtn't -"
| ''Yes, I think that would be the proper
caper''
Then l will"
| And she did, and when she returned to con-
| seriousness her romance was ended.