The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-04-22

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will be delighted tosfind you here,
when he returns. He was so sorry
that he had to go to town for few.
hours. I'm the meantime i hope
that ycu will let me look after, you.p
Thank you very much. Perhaps
you would be so kind az to explain
to me few things ! should like to
know ahen+ Professor Botkne,s the
ories on bacteria" - IS. &.
He was surprised to see q deep.
flush and q look of distress come
over her face.
Here he was plunging into sei-s
ence the very first thing and turn
ing shy besides. Oh, she must send
him off to that bath! 1t seemed
rather awkward, bnt she neryed her
self to the effort. 4.
ssNo, Mr.. Smith," she said gayly,
"I am sure that I could not tell you
anything on the subject, and I can
not think of leaving you here alone.
You must let me make you comfort
able. ! know that after your jour
ney you would like q bath"
He looked amazed and then en-
barrassed.
II sThank you very much, Mrs. Bot
ki1e," he stammered, "but I do not
care at all for a bath. I shall do
very well here, and"
ss mo, no!p she said nervously. 'I
know that you are only afraid that
there is no hot water on such a
warm day, and you do not wish to
give trouble. Not word, if you
please, Mr.. Smith. You will really
annoy me if you refuse.
She thought to herself that he lit
tie knew how more than annoyed
she was at the thought Of his posi-
BILE questions.
AS he followed James, Mr.. Smith
remarked to himself that before
this experience he would have VOW
ed that she was too prettysfo be &C.
centric. He had no wish to bathe,
but, fearing to vex her, -neekly pro-
ceeded to perform his ablutions.
/ She was so elated that she went
to the piano and sang for half an
hour.
She was startled by hearing some
one come rushing i into Int the room be-
hind her. She wheeled on the stool
and encountered the gaze Of Mr..
Smith, WHO stood before her, look
ing decidedly uneasy.
fsI beg pardon for inteTrupting
you. Mrs. Botkina," he said, sbnt I
wished to thank you for your kind
ness and to make my adieus.1
stWhy, Mr.. Smith she began,
but he waved his hand apologetnal-
ly and continued:
sI am very aS1rN not 10 have
found Professor Bofhne, but per-
haps I can come again. There Ii
just time for me to catch the s
o'clock train. !"
For q moment she felt stunned.
Then a flood Of questions poured
I through her mind. Was the man
insane, or what had she done to
offend him? What was there in
science to turn an apparently "nice''
young man into such distrait saw.
agep The rest of the day seemeo
endless, but at last she deserted Pro-
fessor Botk;ne and with him a rath-
er desiccated e1d "dug up' looking
man.
sfHere we are at last" said the
professor. 81 found our friend on
the train. He had mistaken the
train and gone to Alameda. Mr.
Smith, let me present you to Mrs.
Botkine." ]"
. She welcomed her guest cordially,
but the minute she was alone with
her husband she seized him by the
lapels.
What; joke have you been play
! ing on me 3" she demanded. eWho
is this Mr.. Smith 2"
38 why, my dear, there is no joke.
This is the Mr.. Smith that I told
! you I was expecting this afternoon.
What is the matter % 81
Matter r she cried. who is the
Afr. Smiti, that came here this aft
ernoon with satchel and asked
q about your theories ?''-
Why, we met him at the station.
He had few specimens to SHOW
me. He is the son Of my friend
Com Smith Of San Francisco. He
L had just run over FOR short call .
a short ealll' she echoed again.
What will he think Of mep I sent
him upstairs TO take that bathI"
Poor Missionary.