The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-01-02
Decision of
the Professor


I'm thoroughly upset." said Lady
Emily, after refusing to dance with me
Il am only a brother). "I know /
look horrid tonight"
20, just as usual, remarked, cheer
fully, meaning well.
But Emily, frowning, evidently look
ed on the dark side of my remark.
Il mean," | hastened to add, you
are beautiful as ever"
"Ow said Emily.
(In this connection, having regard
to brothers. well-known reticence on
the subject of his sisters appearance,
it must be considered fortunate that
the literary instincts Of Lady Emily
expressed themselves at an early age
! in the form Of autobiography. Written
in a school exercise book, in the
enormous handwriting she still prac-
tices, 1t supplies us with valuable in
formation. MY name is Eisily, and
shall be pretty when I'm grown up"
So the document began, and, although
it extended to nearly two pages be-
fore the authoress wearied of her task,
we need quote no more.)
The cause of Lady Emily's unhappi-.
ness is easily explained. We had come
up from the country that morning,
and on our journey to the station by
motor car-Emily as chauffeur-we
had collided with little nursery cart,
and, cognizant of ditch, had observ-
ed how a mother and child rested
in it, and how two other children
lodged in the roadside hedge, too well
bumped to howl
There was no real damage done; a
wheel had go~ into the ditch, and the
little cart, fitting sharply, had thrown
out its occupants. | quieted the pony,
Emily soothed the children; then we
took them all back to their home.
They had intended to catch the train
to town, but the accident had SO un-
settled Mrs. Jocelyn 1--WE knew her for
neighbor), and the baby having been
much shaken, she decided to retu
home
Our apologies were but grudgingly
accepted; days must elapse before
from the shock to travel, and they
were to have spent that night at a
dear friends, with other delightful
visits to follow. The disappointment
was bitter.
Emily and | were very silent on our
journey downward, retreating behind
voluminous newspapers, our hearts
filled with vain regrets.
But my sisters sorrow was,
learned, even greater than mine, for
Mrs. Jocelyn's brother was none other
than certain eminent professor, a
mine of scientific knowledge, who
dear man, had promised to deliver a
lecture, without fee, at bazaar my
sister was promoting in aid of-she
could not recall at the moment what
it was in aid of, but everybody was
helping.
He had not consented without pro
tracted persuasion, and then would
only promise for the first day. But
now that Emily had upset his sister
and scattered his nephews and nieces
would he not be offended and refuse
! to come at all? The prospect was
terrible. Emily was very sad.
1t is often difficult to decide at once
whether the development of an awk
ward situation be favorable or but
added misfortune. was resting from
MY labors in the dance, when Lady
Anastasia approached me and sank
into a chair at my side.
She was plainly excited-indeed
she told me her nervous system was
) shattered; nothing could save her but
an immediate ice. She had been talk
ing to dreadful person in spectacles;
she thought he might be man, peo
: pie said he was professor.
II had pitied the poor man; he
! seemed to know no one, and | tried
! to amuse him, and--O, johnnie tolC
ne life was a product of combustion
r and bridge was waste of timel"
i urged her to take some ice cream
and with it she grew calmer.
] Life d product Oft seems almost
lnlellCdlc, JOHN. 4ouC nc SOt "OASS.
: was eating an ice, just as | am now
; only it was pink one, and he snapped
/ at me that sudden cold applied to q
] heated body-and you know l never
: look hottie said it was tempting
: providence, as. if l we're Eve or Cleo
r patra, or some one like that; and as
soon as | could think Of an excuse
: | got up and ran-literally ran, Johnl
!. Dreadful" murmured.
/ but there's dear Mrs. Bath VII
$ liers-I must tell her all about it
I she's SO easily shocked. She's never
r got over the loss Of her husband, yot
2 know. And he wasn't good man
either. But women are 50 foolish wher
they love. aren't they, John?"
shook M mead mournfully.
0 "She writes poetry now Villiers /!
{ gone. and think she'll marry again
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