Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-05-09


And when the professor crept into
bed, restless tossing brought tardy
sleep, fitfully interrupted by nervous
dreams.
81 declare, Duncan" laughed Mrs.
Parminter the next morning as he en-
tered the breakfast room fifteen min
utes late, 'but you look as if you had
never been out before. And-why,
Duncan!" she exclaimed, as her eye
took in his person; you're wearing a
colored tiei"
He murmured something about be-
ing tired of black and appeared reti-
cent to his previous evenings expert
ence, vOuchsafing the information
that he would again visit the dance
hall that evening.
"But Duncan" Mrs. Parminter re-
monstrated, 'Tve invited Celia Doane
for dinner and you know did want
you to meet her. The investigation
can wait. Won't you please be home"
He walked the block thrice to avoid
again being the first in the hall and
paid his entrance fee with an air al
most of bravado. Seeking his corner,
he watched the dancers to find the
particular girl, but she was nowhere
visible. He circled the hall, collidlng
with every other couple-but no girl.
Why should he be disappointed? Sure
ly she meant nothing to him-he was
only watching her as a specimen to
include In his report. So he entered
in his notebook, Dance halls create
disappointments early in life" Nor
did the investigation seem to require
attendance the following evening, but
as soon as he entered the hall he knew
she was there, for he could sense it in
his whole body. BY an analytical
survey he considered the question:
Why was he so glad to see her! just
to complete his report. He made ms
way to her side and she answered the
question in his eyes.
IAN engagement kept me away last
night. l am sorry"
The professor was for overlooking
everything; he was glad to see her
looking so well this evening. And al
though the syncopated melodies tempt
ed all feet on the floor, the two sat
in the secluded corner and talked
what were considered original topics
when Adam first saw Eve. She
drOpped her handkerchief and as both
stopped to pick the tiny square of
white linen from the floor their heads
touched; and somehow-the professor
was not thinking of analyses then
their lips met.
The professor was dizzy as he
gripped her hands with a wild fear
she would escape. He had to confess
it. He, Prof. Duncan Parminter, in
structor of social and political econ
omy at the Belle Vue seminary, and
recently appointed operative of the
morals investigation committee, was
in love with a public. dance hall girl
one who came there unescorted to be
picked up-a girl whom he had seen
but once before-whoSe very name he
did not know. He took keen delight
in torturing himself with the reflec-
ton. All, but she was worth it all ;
one did not catch so fair a specimen
every day. Together they would
brave the wrath of the world. To
morrow night she should meet his
mother.
And Mrs. Parminter in exceptional
spirits. was quite agreeable to her
sons earnest suggestion that one of
the subjects of his investigation be
permitted to visit them that evening.
"And Celia DOane can meet her. she
continued. "She will be with us this
evening-just the person to under
stand. What is the girls name?"
The professor was confused. The
fact was, Mrs. Parminter was in
formed her son could not remember
names. But to himself he whispered
Lady Bug"
Evening found him uncOmfOrtably
nervous in a dress suit with its both
ersOme coat-tails; and eagerly he
watched the maid as she answered
each bell ring. There! At last That
was surely her ring. She would ring
Just like that! A tiny, gentle, hest
tent ring
But his mother was saying, $50
glad to see you. Miss Doane. You
can meet my son at last and he has
asked one of his specimens to be with
us tonight. Come right this way"
Disappointed, the professor. walked
over to the window and dejectedly
looked down into the dark street.
Why hadn't the girl come first? He
wanted his mother to meet her alone
so much depended on the first i'm
preston. He heard them in the
room. Through courtesy he must adj
vance. He turned around, and made
a rush for the vision before him
Was she Celia Doane? Mrs. Parmin-
ter started in incredulous amazement
as her dream hopes were being real
lied before her very eyes.
'eBut. Miss Doane. l didn't think
you even knew my son! !"
81 didn't. The night / inspected
the hall he thought me one of the
girls" she said. and looking Up arch
ly at the professor, who held her very