The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-06-04

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 reproach. But the tall form of
Billy waited regularly beneath the
study window until each lesson was
concluded And then one day Marguer-
lite closed her music case with a little
vicious snap.
II am not coming for any more les
sons" she announced
The professor turned his face from
her. NOR he questioned patiently.
You are going to be married, then,
perhaps?"
Whom" asked Marguerite In a very
small voice, whom would marry?
The professor cleared his throat.
That one word seemed very hard to
say. 'Billy," 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
did not hear him tell you SO my
selfT'
The girl leaned forward. when did
you hear?' she asked breathlessly. A
dull red crept from the professors
throat to the crisp curls on his fore
head. at was the night failed to
keep my appointment" he replied. II
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 has
changed to you he threatened
Marguerite was smiling now, though
tears shone upon her lashes He has
not changed" she said. HE never
will. 1t is all mistake. Billy is go
ing to marry my sister. He has cared
for her all his life" She paused, look
ing back from the doorway. own you
keep that broken engagement now,
professor she asked. "Will you call
on me tonight?" Then before he could
reply Marguerite sped swiftly down
the stairs. The professor stood staring
after her in bewilderment, and his
mind was still strangely confused as
he assembled the steps OF the porch
that evening and saw Marguerite's
winsome face framed between the ruff
fies Of the curtains.
Come in," she called gayly, and as
he entered the little sitting room she
drew forth chair with mysterious
formality.
kindly sit still, oh, doubling profess
sor," she laughed, land listen"
Still under the spell of pleasurabie
excitement, he watched her slight fig
ure as she crossed the 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 a merry, lifting tune,
a tune which went floating Infectious
ly out into the spring night air. A
light Of slowly dawning comprehen-
sion shone In the professors eyes. "a
monograph he questioned wonder
ingly.
They sent it to me on trial." Mar
guerite called above the jangle Of the
tune. II wanted you to hear it, Pro-
fessor Brunn, before it is returned to-
morrow" She held up an admonishing
finger. Loudly from the depths Of the
box came mans voice, reasoning, en-
treating: ''You love me, Margueritel
Why seek to deny 1t? What Is that man
and his sorrow to you? You have al
ways loved me-only me-Marguerite. 4"
At the sound of a stified sob the pro-
lessor jumped to his feet and rushed
over to the girl.
Marguerite" he cried, twas 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.
"Daisy, dear" he murmured tender
ly, ooh, Daisy, dear, If you knew how
l have suffered Once again the low
err 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
sor's shoulder B-r-r-r-r-r-r-rl cried the
photograph.