The Press., 1918-04-18

another question for today and read the wrong one, but it mattered not. tHe ~hurIiedly preten1led to write in his notebook After what seemed to hiin ages and ages, he ssauntered casually back to C1ara's desk. She paid no att teatfolf tosfim so long as there were 6tGerf students asking for books; but finally theyahad all gone but. Bob, and ahs turned to him Father impatiently. l.: Miss sBrOWnlee, yeu get every other Saturday afternoon off, don't you? Went you-go out with me in the car tomorrow. ~afternoon?" he half stam- mered.
 ''1'm sorry, Bob, but l muSt go to a librarians meeting in the afternoon. and in the evening I have promised tp go. to a. lecture on Ethical Culture with. Professor Nicholls."
 "Hang Methodist" thought Bob.
 "Well, make 1.-two 5weeks from. to- 1mOrrow?'' persisted he. "That is far time ahead, but" see ing his keen disappointment, T will try to go then"
 However, fortune favored Bob, for at seven o'clock that evening he was called to the phone, and the liquid voiee of Miss Brownlee thrilled over the wire:
 'The librarian's meeting has been postponed, so If we can get home early and If you wish it, shall be glad to go with you tomorrow.
 As the big car chugged away from the curb the next day. with it's pretty passenger in white linen. Bob was su- premely happy. Whirling along the boulevard, Bob could hardly wait to tell her his news.
 II am going to quit the university, Miss Brownlee. No us3 trying to plug away any longer. Mother wanted to make a lawyer of me. but dad has at last decided to take me into business, and so am going into partnership with him this week. Now. Clara"
 But Miss Brownlee was smiling and holding in the opposite direction. Bob turned the big machine just in time to avoid running over a tall, pale-faced young man with large horn-rimmed glasses, who frOwningly, lifted his hat to the pair in the auto. :! "Now the professor is mad. and Pm glad" giggled Clara. Evidently she considered this ride but q SchOOlboy and schoolgirl escapade.
 s'What's your going with he today got to do with Professor Nichols ?''. queried Bob, evisibly ruffled. No more than that he thinks l ch0 ha ,si.lS X-i{ h 1k4N& him, suppose
 ooh. see; you're engaged" com rnented Bob, bitterly rude.
 Clara frightened her lips. and the si- fence that fell about them was appatl- ling, especially to Bob, who liked vivac- ity and conversation. She was nothing but q flirt after all, but he could not help loving her. He formed wild scheme. He would elope with the lady. X Bah, Bob Marston, you're the silly calf they call you on the campus" he finally concluded. If Clara is unwiil- ing, what's the use. suppose the old .highbrow is more to her taste.
 We're going to enjoy the afternoon together, anyhow" he said aloud, with little spirit, and ipwardly resolved to travel as many miles as he dared.
 A.elDf course We are. you foolish, hoy ! aln so glad that you are going into business, Bob," said she, resuming the former conversation. "I am sure you aVIlE De a success. ]" ..f.
 Bob shut bis lips. together and .gazed glaring ahead.
 "Where are we going2" asked Clara. 'STo the end of the world, l hope" he replied glumly.
 Bob turned the machine off the h0nlevard into forest road overhung