Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1912-06-06

ln@ udu DeeH out us ecDO. ana still
and still one does not 50 easily despair.
He would hold hard, hard to this one
nope Of a great joy. So he walked
through the park at twilight on his
way to Marguerite's home. and the
sounds and scents of coming spring
gave to him new courage. The hya-
cinths, polling their heads above
ground, seemed to watt a .;reath of
promise, and he approached the shah
by house where Marguerite lived in
an almost happy frame of mind. Then
as he looked at the open window,
where muslin curtains tapped gently
in the breeze, a tall youth sprang
nlmbly up the steps The professor
was enjoying the youths gay assur-
ance when it suddenly occurred to him
that this was Billy-Billy, straight
and fine and strong, who sang the
song Of love. SO undoubtedly the pro-
fcssor waited. and after a time voice
came ringing down to him. a mans
masterful voice. now reasoning. now
entreatng, until the professor became
aware at last that he was listening to
an ardent avowal of love. His heart
contracted suddenly as he heard a wo-
mans quickly stined sob. Then the
mans voice burst out again passion
atcIy:
You love me, Marguerlter' he cried.
why seek to deny it? What Is that
man and his sorrow to you? You have
always loved me-only me-Marguer-
itc!' Again there came a smothered
sob and then the mans triumphant
laughter See" he cried exultantly.
at is true, dear one. You dare not
meet my eyes"
The street swan dizZily 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 reproach. 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.
Il am not coming for any more les
sons" she announced.
The professor turned his face from
her. "No?" he questioned patiently.
You are going to be married, then,
Perhaps"
small voice, whom would / marry"
The professor cleared his throat
That one word seemed very hard to
say 'Billy," he answered curtly.
Marguerite sadly shook her head.
"Hc does not love me-" she said.
Professor Brunn swung about. He
does love you,' he replied sharply.
did l not hear him tell you so my,
self?"
The girl leaned forward. when did
you hear?" she asked breathlessly. A
dull red crept from the professors
thIool " llC NLlSp Sul IL vi lOlC-
head. ut 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. Twill 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 rs
he assembled the steps of the porch
that evening and saw Marguerte's
winSome face framed between the ruff
fles of the curtains.
"Come in," she called gayly, and rs
he entered the little sitting room she
drew forth chair with mysterious
formallty.
KINDLY sit still, oh, doubling profes
sor." she laughed. land listen"
Still under the spell of pleasurahle
excitement. he watched her slight fig
ure rs 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 filled with a merry. lifting tune
tune which went floating Infectious
ly out into the spring night air. a
light of slowly dawning comprehen
sion shonc in the professors eyes. A
Photographic he questioned wonder
ingly,
They sent it to me ON trial" Mar
guerite called above the jangle of the
tune, Il wanted you to hear it, Pro
fesSor Brunn before Il is returned to