Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1903-09-04

collecting data with view to reporting
how bad they were. He met all of the
teachers everywhere, and made various
impressions upon them. Most of the
women liked him; most of the men
wanted to punch his head. He was a
very superior person, and his drawl
rubbed the males the wrong way.
Paul Darcy was 35 years old and
| looked 30. He was pale, soft-voiced,
with exquisite enunciation and exquis-
ite nails. His thin, straw-hued hair was
beautifully parted and brushed, and he
was fascinating in ladylike way. He
spent three days in Aldborough, two
of the three in the room dominated by
Miss Ware. He was tremendously in
terested in primary education, and he
talked fluently of Europe He said that
he had lived for two years on the con-
| tinent.
He went back to the capital, leaving
behind him an interested memory.
Jane Ware thought of him with an un-
easy flutter of the heart She did not
know what this meant, but the poor
little heart fluttered when she thought
| VI hlll Mutll Dlo udlut WI SpOhth
unexpectedly she had a slight catch OF
the breath.
She knew nothing of love. She had
been utterly untouched by It, She was
not an unhandsome woman, but she
had been too busy saving for Europe to
waste time upon men. She had gone
little into society, because society even
in a modest way requires new clothes
and new clothes cost money that should
be devoted to continental travel Any
one of the chits in the high school
coGld have told her what was the matter
with her before half of her symptoms
were described, but she was ignorant
Early in June Paul Darcy came back
Ito pick up some neglected data" He
boarded at private house within a
block of Miss Wares small room. He
/ saw much of her. Indeed, he saw her
every afternoon as soon as she was re-
leased for the day, and every evening.
Ee made love in a slow, beautifully
enunciated way, much as he would have
recited carefully prepared address to
board Of trustees, but she found no
fault with it. No one had ever mado
love to her 1t seemed altogether noble
and delicious. His straw-colored hair
was never disarranged; his linen was
never rumpled; he uttered fine senti-
ments of the school of Martin Farquhar
| Tupper; he was to her knight and
prince. Love poured its silvern light
upon him; in it he stood transfgured, a
worshipful thing, hero.
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would have noted, between maps, that
! he talked a great deal about himself,
but this never Jared upon Jane. What
finer, nobler subject could he have
found? Largely, after they became en-
gagged, his talk was about his book, for
he was an author. This book was to
make him famous; this book was to
make him rich; this book, once 1t was
printed and it's merits understood of a
few was to run through countless edi-
tions; there was to be a constant, ever
increasing demand for this book; it
was to be translated into all modern
tongues, because the nations were to re-
alize that it was the one thing needed
to their development. The name OF is
was "The Level of Pedagogic Notion"
! 1t presented all the science of pedagogy
so succinctly, so eloquently, so mastery
that the education of the races was as
sured. There was a conspiracy of the
! publishers against it. He knew it to be
/ a conspiracy because it was not to be
supposed that ten publishing firms could
be so fatuous as to fail to see its merits.
/ The conspiracy was inspired and di-
! H. IL,
/ could be no earthly doubt of that.
| Therefore he intended to publish it at
his own cost, cost certain to be re-
turned to him thousandfold within a
! year Then he and his wife (happy
bushes here!) would visit Europe to-
| gether, viewing and instructing its
! great educational institutions. He
nearly approached eloquence at this
juncture. The sum needed, joined tc
his own resources, was $4,000 and he
hoped, by careful economy and industri-
Gus essay-wrting, to amass that much
in years time. Then wealth and posi-
tion would be assured.
Jane Ware leaned forward, faint
flush tinging her thin cheeks, all of
woman's beautiful devotion and self
sacrifice in her eyes:
Dear" she said, q have that much;
it is yours"
But your visit to Europe!" he rs-
monstrated, in faint protest.
81 can wait, until--until we go to-
gether."
That was two years ago. She got
chilly letter the other day. The writer
was going over the pages of THE Level
of Pedagogic Motion" 1t needed con-
siderable emendation and amplifying;
he could not say just when it would
be published; he was pressed for time
to attend to his business correspond
ence.