Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1903-03-11

however, aided little by The cunning
of man had placed the object of his ad-
grafton almost opposite him. So, while
he gazed blGnkly into space, and was
supposed by any one who gave him a
passing thought to be celebrating a
new treatise on "The Particles" he
could all the time feast his eye unob-
served 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 opportunity; he would
follow the group containing his idol at
a little distance, and surely he would
get a chance of speaking with her
alone before long. Keeping the group
in sight and himself out of it, he
Gawdlcd and hung about, as is the way
of people who are doing their best not
to overtake friend little way ahead.
He walked forward, then back bit,
then on again, then back, then stood
ing to use his watch as a compass,
and then, finding that some one had
been watching his maneuvers with un-
feigned interest, bolted straight ahead
as if he were shot from gun. In less
than two minutes he was upon the
group. but, 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 those unprotected fe-
males, and having dismally failed
therein, he turned aside, sick at heart,
and entered small plantation Of
young trees A narrow footpath led
through this, and as he nsared the
stile that opened on the fields beyond
he saw two figures leaning against it.
Another moment showed him Eva Mil
Ter and young Pennington deep in con-
versation and oblivious CT all around.
Quietly and unobserved he turned back,
and on reaching his rooms that night
he told his landlady he had 10 go away
by the early train for two o. three
days. Hence that notice on the class
room door.
The professors dream was over;
there was but one thing left "evenge,
and the professor settled down to plan
and scheme how best to obtain it. Pen
nington was reading with him for a
classical scholarship at Oxford, so the
professor saw the way quite clear. In
stead Of one hour extra in the evening,
he gave his pupil two, and sometimes
even more, out of his own valuable
time. He looked up 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 writ
ing out model answers for his pupil to
copy. In short, painstaking and thor
ough as Prof. McVint had always been,
he had never taken such pains or used
such thorough methods with a pupil
before Nothing was too much trouble
for him. at any rate he used to
to himself, as deep in his
heart he nursed his revenge, eff she
can't marry me she shall marry one
Of the best students Oxford and this
place ever turned out"
And when eighteen months later the
news came that Guy Pennington had
pulled off the top "schol," at Balliol
the professors revenge was complete,
and his satisfaction knew no bounds.
Congratulate you most heartily, Nc
Vint," said DR.. Smithers, the physics
deulonstrator, "one of you. best sue
cesses; won't Miss Miller be glad!"
ooh, nonsense" returned the profess
sor, mo credit due to me at all. A fell
low with brains like that could get any
thing, no matter who prepared him.
But"-with a sign-"I'm very glad for
her sake"
YES" answered the doctor, breezily,
"she always was proud of her brother.
Good morning, McVint!" and he was
gone like a shot. The professor stood
rooted to The ground. Her brother! Her
brotheri What could it all mean?
And then was seen sight such as
never before was witnessed by gods or
men. Students on their way to college
stopped, amazed. Amiable old gentle
men 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 windows; little dogs bark
ed and yelped for pure delight; and all
the universe stood still, as Prof. Nc
Vint, gathering up the skirts of his
ample gown, flew down the length Of
the esp!anade in pursuit of the unsus-
pecting Smithers.
Brother, did you say" he burst out,
as he cousht that worthy by the arm;
"did you say he was her brother?"
Smithers stared blankly at him for
a moment "Oh, l had forgotten" he
said, looking around with an annoyed
air. What fuss about nothing! OF
course said brother though he is real
ly only her step-brother, Pennington's
father died soon after he was born,
and his mother subsequently married a
Miller. thought everybody knew that.
But what dlnerence does it make?"
That was question the professor
declined to answer. What difference?
Why, this difference-that before 10
o'clock that evening the professor had
told Miss Miller of the episode of the
stile (among other things), and she
had laughingly said: You poor dear,
and so you really thought Guy and
were lovers. You see even professors
don't known everything. And to think
we have wasted eighteen months!"