Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1907-09-11
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looked pale and weary.
Annette. however. continued TO fir
with the lecturer on pedagogy.
"You are getting yourself talked
about" said the best friend. you are
seen with him SO often
Hes the only interesting man
here" Annette sighed YEARLY. THE
of chemistry are sticks, and the other
professors are old. and the angel child
has forgotten me-"
"What?" exclaimed the best friend.
yes" Annette said, "he doesn't love
me any more. lie thinks OF nothing
but trees. haven't seen him for two
weeks. He doesn't love me any
more"
She curled herself up on the couch
so that her face was away from her
friend, but her voice quivered.
II believe you are crying" said the
best friend.
II am not" sobbed Annette, and her
arms about her and they turned off the
lights and talked about 1t in the dark,
and Annette confessed that she loved
the angel child.
But he has heard the things about
me and the lecturer on pedagogy and
he doesn't care any more. And when
he didn't care / began TO care" said
little Annette.
"Of course" said the best friend.
After that Annette firted more reck-
lessly than ever, and on the last Satur-
day of the term she went for a ride
with the lecturer on pedagogy.
On the way the lecturer quoted
Browning.
Its our last ride together" he qua
vered sentimentally.
The road led them in and out and in
and out between lines of tall bushes
and there was a stretch of woodland
where the trees met overhead and
where II was so quiet that all the for
est seemed TO listen as the lecturer on
pedagogy leaned over and kissed An
nette.
"Oh," cried Annette with her eyes
blazing, "how dare your
you might have expected IT," said
the lecturer on pedagogy calmly: you
have firted with me for five weeks"
But no gentleman would do such a
thing" said Annette.
"Most gentlemen do" said the lee
turer on pedagogy and leaned over to
do it again.
Annette gave a little cry, and just
then out from the bushes stepped the
angel child.
lie stood IN the middle of the road
barring the way. and he looked straight
at Annette.
MAY l take you homef" he asked,
ignoring the lecturer on pedagogy.
"Oh, If you will" she walled and
held out her hands to him.
Il snail take her home" said the lee
turer on pedagogy frowning darkly.
stand out of the way"
But the angel child set his shoulders
like young giant.
Il don't think we will argue the
case" be said. Il shall take her
home"
And the lecturer on pedagogy, tax
ing in the length and breadth and
strength of the tall young man, NUT
tered an invective and rode away
alone.
Annette was sobbing with her face
in her horses name.
The angel child touched her hair
with tender fingers.
Don't cry" he begged. don't"
But Annette sobbed on. Il didn't
dream he would do such thing
ANY man would be-tempted."
But he is married, and that makes
it wrong"
"Then as | am not married would it
be right
His tone was eager. He was stand
ing close TO her. and as Annette looked
up and saw the alteration i'm his blue
eyes she substituted the lapel of his
coat for the horses name and sobbed
comfortably on his shoulder
AmazemeRt and rapture were blend
ed in his glance as he bent over her.
Would ii be right-if / kissed
you?" he stammered
Annette's eyeashes fluttered up from
her tear wet eyes.
"Oh why didn't you do 1t five weeks
ago?" she reproached him.