Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1912-09-27

gave to him now courage. The hya
cinths, poking their heads above
ground, seemed to watt breath of
promise, and he approached the shah
by house where Marguerite lived in
us he looked at the open window.
where muslin curtains tapped gently
in the breeze, tall youth sprang
nimbly up the steps. The professor
was enjoying the youths gay ossur-
ance when It suddenly occurred to him
that this was Isilly-Bnly, straight
and ilnA ands etrong, who sang the
lessor waited, and after time voice
came ringing down to him, mans
masterful voice, now reasoning, now
entreating, until the professor became
aware at last that no was listening to
an ardent avowal of love. His heart
contracted suddenly 0s he heard wo.
mans quickly stified sob. Then the
mans voice burst out again passion
ately:
"You love me, Marguerite" no cried,
"Why seek to deny it2 What Is that
man and his sorrow to your You have
always loved me-only me-MRrguer-
itew Again there came smothered
laughter "Seev' he cried exultantly.
at Is true, dear one. You dare not
meet my eyesv'
The street swan dlzzily before the
professor as he slowly retraced his
steps.
Professor Brunn made no apology
for his absence, and Marguerite asked
none. The lessons now were strict
matters OF duty, while the relation OF
teacher and pupil became each day
more strained. The grim lines about
the professors mouth deepened, and
"Daisy, dear" who was "Daisy, dear"
no longer, regarded him with wide
eyed repronch. But the tall form OF
Billy waited regularly beneath the
study window until each lesson was
concluded. And then one day Marguer-
tie closed her music case with little
vicious snap.
81 am not coming for any more les
sons" she announced
The professor turned his face from
her. "Nof" he questioned patiently.
You are going to be married, then,
pcrhaps?"
whom" asked Marguerite In very
small voice, whom would l marryT
The professor cleared his throat,
That one word seemed very hard TO
say. "Bllly," he answered CURLY.
Marguerite sadly shook her head
"He does not love me-" she said.
Professor Brunn swung about. HE
does love your he replied sharply.
ibid ] not hear him tell you 30 my
self"
The girl leaned forward. when did
you henri" she asked breathlessly. A
dull red crept from the professors
throat TO the crisp curls on his fore
hend ut was the night failed to
keep my appointment" he replied. 81
had reached the door OF your home
when his voice came floating down
through an open window" The pro
fessor's face darkened "If he Inns
changed to YOU he threatened.
NulButlIit WIS HlulllnB hoWt Nbphhh
tears shone upon her lashes. 'Iie has
not changed" she said. "He never
will. 1t IL all II mistake. Billy IL go
ing TO marry my sister He has cared
for her all his life" She paused, look
ing back from the doorway. "Will you
keep that broken engagement now,
professor" she asked. "Will you call
mi 4. 4
reply Marguerite sped swiftly down
the stairs. The professor stood staring
after her In bewlderment and his
mind was still strangely confused as
he assembled tho steps OF tho porch
that evening and saw Marguerite's
wlnsome fnce framed between the rnf.
hes Of the curtains.
"Come in." she called gayly, and as
he entered the little sitting room she
drew forth a chair with mysterious
formally.
kindly sit still, oh, doubling profess
sor," she laughed, "nnd listen"
Still under the spell Of pleasurable
excitement, he watched her slight fig
ure as she crossed tho room to adjust
some object upon a small square cab
met, then seated herself with demurely
folded hands. And presently the room
was filed with merry Hitting tune,
a tune which went floating Infectious
ly out into the spring night air. A
light OF slowly dnwning cOmprehen.
sion shone in the professors eyes. "a
monograph he questioned wonder
ingly.
"They sent It 10 me on trial" Mar
guerite called above the Jangle Of tho
tune. 81 wanted you TO hear It, Pro
fessor Brunn, before II IL returned to-
morrow" She held up an admonishlng
finger. Loudly from tho depths % tho
box came n mans voice, reasoning, en-
treating: you love me, Margueritel
Why seek to deny it1 What IL that man
and HIS sorrow 10 your You have nj.
ways loved me-only mo Marguerite"
At the sound Of sti1ed sob the pro
fessor jumped TO his feet and rushed
over to the girl
Marguerite" he cried, was It this
then that | heard this voice In the
night" Laughing softly, she put out
small, restraining hands, but the mes
sage OF her eyes belied them, and he
clasped her close.
"Dalsy, dear" he murmured tender
ly, "oh, Daisy, dear. II you knew how
have sufferedw Once again the Low.
er poured out his ardent tale once
again, at a precise moment, the object
Of his devotion gave forth her smoth.
cred sob. Then Marguerite raised
dreamy, radiant face from the profess