Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1905-02-23
PERDITA,
Bay After Yesterday

Hello, central All hail the man!
He came. he saw, and Caesar isn't a
| circumstance. He has taken the large
corner room. Mrs. Banks, our general
overseer, says he is an exceptional
young man. Wonder how much board
! pe paid In advance!
He isn't real young nor real old; just
that intermediate age that is SO inter
esting. l don't think he 4 exactly
handsome, but you know what n prop
eriy trimmed vandyke and pair of
rimless eyeglasses will Dc for any man.
He's that kind.
ahis morning he escorted all of us
through the glen. Did l tell you that
we had glen? Oh, yes; Glen Ellyn.
Just feminist the villa. It's break in
the sand bluff, and it's damp and piny
and darksome at midday. Heretofore
tho organdIe flock had religiously es-
chewed its ferny swampiness. but you
should have seen Va trail after him
over fen and stump and hidden vine
the while he fished out dinky little
weeds and diseoursed on them.
opine he Is, botanist. Well, it's
better than barber A letter came for
him today addressed to Professor Adri-
an Vogel. How's that for Individual
ity2 He looks Il loo, He does not
dance, and he does not play the mando-
lin. Ho goes for his morning dip at
some unearthly hour before we are up.
In fact, he does not do any of the or
thodox summer "manisms." but he has
manners and customs Of his own,
For instance. he sings, and sings well.
There are about ninety and nine muses.
who group themselves in the parlors
after dinner to listen to their Apollo.
When he sings "All Aboard For Dream
land" he looks at you as much as to
say he has only two passes for the boat,
but the other ono Is for you.
Yachting and autoing he classes as
nerve racking. but nature and close to
natures heart and all the rest of 1t is
what the professors joy is. / think
privately we would get closer to ma
ture's heart and the professors heart,
too, If he could be made TO understand
the expediency OF Individual lessons, for
his botany pupils. But he cannot, He
calls for a class, and we are all eiassed.
! hope for the best. so do the other
ninety and eight muses.. Botanically
yours, PERDITA.
Saturday.
Come to No Mans Laad every time
for something doing. We have saved
the professors life. If II had only been
one Of us IL wouldn't have been so COM
plicated. A composite gratitude doesn't
go far when 1t has to be passed around.
1t was long after luHehttmo, and he
never misses iunchtime, He can put
away more fried bluefsh and black
berry potpie than five of the muses.,
but it Is only proof of his exceptional
excellence, and the overseer never re-
Dukes him.
Did / tell you she was a widow. Also
interested in botanyf think she stands
second best, He likes fried bluefish, etc.
Anyway. we missed him, and there
was a swift summer storm stealing
biackly up from the horizon, and the
sea moaned as 1t broke In sobs along
the shore. They do that kind of thing
all right ] used W think that went
With the summer man. h'- - doesn't
A"0"f ,f Clarence Blair said he
, hadn't showed up since breakfast, ana
| he'd seen him making bee line Tor tne
| glen. and he'd said, whats yer hurry
| and the professor had said he hoped
| he could have one morning In peace 10
| study without that laundering crowd
| of old maids hiking after him.
We didn't believe MacGregor. lie
looks like pale, new sand fly, ana MS
father and mother own all of No Man
Land. The professor never In all this
world used such words as hiking and
| laundering, but MacGregor did. There
fore, may say, in the same common
| parlance. that the whole laundering
crowd OF old maids pitched In and lam
basted MacGregor until his pretty
white linen suit was not fair to see and
his twining curls were full Of sand
burs. Then he howled and retracted
and we all went up the glen after the
| professor.
The glen deepens and darkens as you
90 in. and the sides are rocky and pre-
cipitous. with much shrubbery and un
dergrowth and scraggly pine trees list
ed to windward And just as the first
streak Of lightning quIyered in the sky