The Little River news., 1921-10-29
What { Professor
 Wanted
By WINIFRED DUNBAR.

matter with me, Miss JohnsolR said Professor Barry to his houssAeepeE as she handed him his morning cof- fee. "I think I must be growing old"
 "Oh, come, professor, you old at forty-fve!" replied Miss Johnson. laughing. "What you want is to get married"
 "Get marrfed,' repeated the profes- sor absently, as though the idea hAd never occurred to him. ''Why, who would want to. marry an old fogy like me?"
 "Some might" retorted Miss John- son, tossing her head. AaA
 Miss Johnson came every day yltQ At- tend to the professors needs. HA NAs instructor in Latin at the collet6s Miss Elizabeth Johnson was 38 daughter of fellow professor who 8dHE died impoverished. Miss <, JofnSbQ might have been thirty-five. tFGS
 If ever get married" unused the professor. as he wandered in the dil' rection of the town. II should want e wife with light brown hair, blue eyes, and-why, bless me-"
 He blushed as he hurried along the street, for 1t had suddenly occurreQ to him that he was describing Miss Johnson.
 "But didn't mean anything, I Rs- sure yOu," he explained absently to himself.
 "Please don't mention It," said a pleasant female voice in his ear, and. the professor started in surprise, to see that he was looking into the aG6 of a comedy young woman who Garrte9 q baby. EA E2sS.
 T assure you no harm has been done," she said. "So if you will MndlS hold my little girl minnSa everything will come out all right.a And she thrust blinking bundle into his arms. E[
 'Now l wonder what it was that ' did," suggested the professor to him. self, but there was no answer foft6 coming.
 "HIsh, hush, baby," impfored tn professor, dandling the infant. ''GoJ sleep like a good boy-I mean gil Mother will come by and by"
 Apparently this prospect did not a. as a soothing incentive. for the bab. began to howl. A snaN boy 5eered at him.
 "Aw. take him home," suggested a ribald spectator. "Where d1d you get itY'
 "He's stolen it." suggested anothex woman.
 ''Kidnaper," yelled another woman and promptly tainted.
 Hes Black Dan, the thousand-d@ lar child-stealer," somebody ysl1s& :, and those on the outskirts of t69 crowd set up a yell of raga and suvr- forward toward the victim.
 Happily at this Juncture polio came pushing through the crowd,
 "What's all this?' he demal ''Hey, there. Whose child is tha 7
 Ut belongs to a woman." stamn e. Professor Barry. "I don't know b lii
 He's stolen it." shrieked an ii lady as she broke her umbrella U, the professors hat.
 Gimme the child" said the poll man, taking the screaming and frigi ened baby from the professors arn,
 Certainly" said the professor con dially, divesting himself of his bur, den happily and turning to dodge ont :, of the crowd.
 'Hey, where are you g0ing?" cried the policeman. "YOu're coming with me. It's going to be cell for you"
 But a woman gave 1t to me-" plead cd Professor Barry dismally. tE< <E's
 '1Tell that to the judge. Are yor coming quietly, or"
 Miss Johnson appeared at the pt mans side. n
 'It's an right" she said, sm "Just mistake, Frank. This istl lessor Barry of whom have ofteA you" p-
 "Then what's he doing WI strange baby, missy" inquired ths liceman dublously.
 "Why, you foolish man, 1t is strange baby, it's your baby" Miss Johnson, smiling. Don't know your own child?"
 "My Bessie!" exclaimed the poll man. "Where's my Polly and VI isn't she here?" ~
 As he looked rounu helplesSly "a young woman struggled through the crowd and snatched the child hysteri- cally from Miss Johnsons arms, kiss ing and murmuring over it. {
 My baby." she cried. T left her with the saleswoman. Frank, and she gave her to the wrong woman. Thank God, I've found her." I
 "There you see the explanati0 said Miss Johnson. "rhe wom couldn't resist taking her, and u she was afraid to restore her, so gave her to Professor Barry beca he looked absent-minded. Profes Frank Hitchins is the son Of my lat lady"
 Professor Barry, too stupefied to+,, swer, suffered hiI9~elf to be led "