The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-03-13
THE PROFESSORS REVENGE.

he was hunting high and low in his |
room for a pair Of glasses far stronger
than those he generally used and not
at all necessary for mere reading pur-
poses. Two or three times he lost his
place in his notes and stood confused
and put to shame before the class a
thing that had never happened before
in all his experience. Finally he came
to the conclusion that the tie which
he had been wearing when the senior
student was a freshman, and which he
had corn ever since, was a little the
worse for wear and must be replaced.
and then what he had long suspected
broke fully on his mind. Such a whole
sale revolution could mean but one
thing.
Thus it came to pass that on MOTTO
ing the name of Eva Miller among
those invited to the picnic the profess
sor suddenly changed his mind. He was
a man of few words and prompt deeds.
He would try his luck that very day.
To describe his feelings during the
drive to the scene of action would be
impossible. Strangely out of place in
the middle of the chattering crowd dis
trusting his own powers and yet so
bold as TO amaze himself, the profess
sor sat alone and neglected in a corner
Of the brake. The kindness of heaven,
however, aided a little by the cunning
of man had placed the object of his adj
Grafton almost opposite him. So, while
he gazed blankly into space, and was
| supposed by any one who gave him a
passing thought to be celebrating a
new treatise on 1.-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 chance Of speaking with her
alone before long. Keeping the group
in sight and himself out of it, he
dawdled and hung about, as is the way
Of people who are doing their best not
to overtake friend a little way ahead.
He walked forward, then back a bit,
then on again, then back, then stood
stock still for few moments, pretend
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 ne were shot from gun. In less
than two minutes he was upon, the
group, but, alas! his eyes ha(a ddlged
him false again, and she was X, ~ ERE.
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 a small plantation Of
young trees. A narrow footpath led
through this, and as he neared 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 of all around.
Quietly and unobserved he turned back,
and on reaching his rooms that night
he told his landlady he had to go away
by the early train for two or three
days. Hence that notice on the class
room door.
The professors dream was over;
there was but one thing left-revenge,
and the professor settled down to plan
and scheme how best to obtain it. Zen
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 tC
? copy. In short, painstakng 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
3 for him. "At any rate" he used tC
, murmur to himself, as deep in his
' heart he nursed his revenge, eff sht
I can't marry me she shall marry ont
2 of the best students Oxford and this
S place ever turned out
, And when eighteen months later TIT
{ news came that Guy Pennington hat
t pulled off the top "schol" at Ballio