The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-05-13
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An Interesting Story of a Bewil-
dered Professor.



-. eon know what is the matter
Win me- he said, irritably.
] 90 murmured Marjorie.
/ Wnat3' he asked eagerly.
you're in love. she replied solemn
/ -Fiddlesticks." he said diggustedly
/ You're in love. she reiterated
"Fiddlesticks!" repeated the profess
sor pettishly.
Marjorie leant her two elbows on the
] table and scrutinized him portentious-
I Listen TO me" she commanded She
/ counted off on her fingers. You are
restless and disturbed in body and
mind, wholly unable to settle down to
Your usual work and habits; q man of
rigid punctuality. YOU have been late
! down to breakfast three times this
week your appetite is capricious and
! very poor; you are irritable and alb
sent-minded. Add together these prem
lses ana you have an uncontrovert-
\ lole fact. She frowned at him accus-
ingly. You are in love-" she summar-
/ lied judiciaHy.
"Fiddlesticks"' said the professor I'M
certainly.
Marjorie sprang up with wicked
little laugh and ran out Of the room.
singing blithely:
1 Love turks in may guises.
he entrance gains unknown,
Then makes that heart his own,
Aud laughs at its surprises.
] Hey no.
BE jealousy never so yellow,
Love is a merry fellow
The professor held his breath to
/ listen
They left the stUffy boarding house
and wendell their steps to the woods
There had been a shower in the night
and the earth smelt sweet and moist
/ Vivid green shoots thrust UP inquisi-
tive heads through their warm winter
bed Of autumn leaves: the bracken
waved green fronds almost to Mario
rie's waist, and the birds bathed in the
golden sunlight that fell through the
budding branches of the trees.
All. cried Marjorie, dropping down
upon her hands and knees. the first
primrose!" She laid her laughing lips
softly against the delicate yellow bloom
and glanced up at the professor.
THAT is both childish and extraya-
CANT" he replied didactically.
She stroked it again. and stroked the
yellow petals with tender fingers.
Smell Idol" she begged. TT is the
essence of spring in a golden chalieei"
Then she screamed with alarm and
caught at the approaching hand.
Murder. Would YOU pluck it?"
why not?" he said guiltily.
Marjorie rose to her feet. her eyes
fixed on him filed with the deepest re-
prOach.
Cruel, cruel" she murmured.
Il am sorry" said the professor, alb
jectly. Il did not know you would
mind"
ct would have broken my heart,
/ she declared solemnly.
i wonder" observed the professor
musingly, what made you say that2"
1T was the first one" explained Mar
! jorie. Il don't mind picking great
/ punches Of them afterwards; but the
/ flowers are so dreadfully late this year.
/ first sweet, brave little herald that
I dares 10 announce spring has really
/ come at last
/ The professor moved impatiently.
I All yes" he said vaguely; Il was
1 not meaning that I referred to your
1 strange accusation Of this morning"
He looked at her seriously. The sub
/ jeet seemed to possess strange fas-
cination.
"Oh, said Marjorie, graveIy, 'I
thought you meant the primrosei"
The professor frowned.
"Fiddlesticksi ifessaid sharply.
I She stole a side glance at his suIky
/ face. Then she talked softly to herself
] below her breath:
4 Love- He's the very mould and es-
sence of it,
His voice speaks love. his silence
! deeper love.
His every look and gesture gives forth
love.
Eros himself breathed no more wholly
/ love"
The professor got up hurriedly.
Really. Miss Marjorie he observed,
/ with some asperity. you are very friv-
olOus this afternoon.
! The argument lasted them right
/ through the spring-till the violets
were over and the golden daffOdils
"romped on the lea" and Marjorie had
/ satiated her greedy soul with every
/ spring flower that blooms. Then she
went home.
She laughed very much before she
went.
"Alas:" she said, what will you do
/ without me to keep you in order?"
I shall be able to give up all my
/ thoughts to my work in peace" re-
torted the professor. "Undisturbed by
your frivolity, shall grow quite wise
once more"
She shook her head.
Alas, no." she said sorrOwfully
For to be wise and love excels mans
might"
THAT old nonsenser' said the profess
sor GROSSLY.
Che Ha1 oua1- 1asY-bfuo
Love, love, nothing but lovei Still
more!" she cried. Farewell, Anteros.
farewell"
A week after Marjorie went home she
{ received one morning a huge box Of
glowing purple, pure white and palest
mauve scented lilac and a letter:
Dear Miss Marjorie"-Gt ran)-'I
do not know what has come over me.
/ seem to have lost all interest in
everything lately. You remember
mentioned the beginning of such a
state of things when you were here?
My Evolution Of Greek Art 1 have
not touched for a week. 1 spend all
my time wandering restlessly about the
wood. It looks lovelier than ever now
The pines fill the air with their scent.
and the heath is simply one sweeping,
golden carpet Of genista-or. as you
would say, 'bonny. bOnny broom-the
lang yellow broom.
viii YOU not come over to MacedO-
MIA and help me? II not. I shall see a
doctor My garden is a blaze of bloom
"a dazzling pageant Of pink and white
may, fiery laburnUm. and every shade
of lilac, from deepest purple TO white.
. 1 send you a little Of the latter. as I
know how fond Of it you are"
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