Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1903-01-08
60, ana sne was not there. What

did he want with Jemima Batesl
Having tried to explain his sudden
swoop down on these 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 neared the stils
that opened on the fields beyond he
saw two figures leaning against it.
Another moment showed him Eva
Miller and young Pennington, deep in
conversation and obIvious 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 no
tice 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.
Pennington was reading with him for
classical scholarship at Oxford, so
the professor saw the way quite clear.
Instead of one hour extra In the even
ing, he gave his pupil two, and some
times even more, out of his own val
liable time He looked out all his
old notes and helps, and lent them to
his enemy; he corrected ell his work
with especial care, and went to the
trouble Of writing out model answers
for his pupil to copy. In short, pains
taking and thorough 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 murmur to him
self, as deep In his heart he nursed
his revenge, 'if she can't marry me
she shall marry, one Of the best stu
dents Oxford and this place ever
turned out"
And when IS months later the news
came that Guy Penningtorhad pulled
off the top "schol." at Balliol the pro-
fessor's revenge was complete, and his
satisfaction knew no bounds.
Congratulate you most heartily,
McVint," said DIR. Smithers, the phys
les demonstration, zone of your best
successes; won't Miss Miller be glad!"
20, nonsense" returned the profess
sor, mo credit due to me at all. A
fellow with brains like that could get
anything, no matter who prepared
him. But"-with a sigh-"Im very
glad for her sake"
eyes" answered the doctor, breez-
lily, "she always was proud of her
brother. Good morning, McVint,"
and was gone like a shot. The pro-
lessor stood rooted to the ground.
Her brotherl Her brotherl 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
gentlemen out for their constitutional
forgot their amiability, and swors
horribly as they were rudely hustled
and pushed aside, elderly females
screamed "Hi, stop thief" butchers
boys whistled and cackled, servant
girls eraned their heads out Of win
dows little dogs barked and yelped
for pure delight, and all the universe
stood still, as Prof. McVint, gathering
up the skirts of his ample gown, few
down the length of the esplanade in
pursuit Of the unsuSpecting Smithers
Brother, did you say" he burst
out, as he caught that bus ting worthy |
by the arm, "did you say he was her
brother?"
Smithers stared blankly at him for
a moment. 20, I had forgotten" he
said, looking round with an annoyed
air. "What fuss about nothing! OF
course, I said brother, though he Is
really only her stepbrother. Pen
father died soon after he
was born, and his mother subsequent
" married a Miller. I thought every
one knew that. But what difference
does It make%
That was a question the professor
declined to answer. What difference?
Why, this difference-thatb before ten
o'clock that evening the professor had
told Miss Miller of the episode of the
stiIe (among other thingS), and she
had laughingly said: "You poor dear,
and so you really thought Guy and
we're lovers. You see, even professors
don't know everything. And to think
We have wasted IS monthsl"
What the professor said in reply,
history does not record.-Black and
White, London.
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