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"I wish I were up in the moon,"
she commented bitterly.
The professor roused. "Oh, my
dear Miss Vernon! Think of the
isolation, lost in space, exiled.
The dread possibilities of climate,
bacilli, lack of fopd. It is mon
strous a silly wish."
"I don't care," she persisted.
"It is better to be a part of the
moon and have someone to dote
over you through a.telescope and
murmur fondly about you than"
But the professor was lost once
more in the dead, old lunar cra
ters. The girl made hopeless, lit-.
, tie splash-circles in the silent, rip
vpling water beside-the boat, then
"beat an absent tattoo on the oars.
- ' "Professor," she asked present-
ly, ''don't you wish you had a
-moon of your own?"
vs He paused to stare at her in
. amazement. "A moon of my own?
JftVhy, Miss Vernon, how silly,
"I was speaking a bit figura
tively," she exclaimed. ''I meant
I had reference to you see I
was thinking of a smaller, dain
tier satellite, one soft and warm,
not dead and crusty like the one
above, a gentle bit of something
or other to revolve about you as
you studied and take care of y"6u
when you needed it and give you
a brighter, more human phase of
The professor knit his huge
brow. "What a strange, mystic,
incomprehensible moon! J, can
not imagine such a terrestial
bod. I do not understand !"
The girl smiled bitterly again.
"It is not leap year. I cannotex-
plain." -The professor studied.
"I should" like to be your!
moon," said, the girl silently.
The professor studied on,
frowning tremendously. "Ah," he
observed triumphantly. "I have
solved it you wish to marry;
The girl colored gloriously.
"No indeed how dare vou sir!
The idea." '
The- professor relaxed into
gloomy thought once more. She
could, hear him repeating "a
smaller, daintier satellite re
volve about you as you studied."
She sighed. ' A string of circus
obscured the great orb. The pro
fessor crept toward the bow of
the boat, almost tilting it over.
"Miss Ida, will you be rny moon?"
he whispered. '
The girl nodded. The profes
sor placed her head against his
thin shoulder and hummed "Rock
of Ages" out of tune. The splen
did moon broke frorn behind the
i'Now," said the professes, "we
can study the real satellite " See
how much better to nestle 'here
on my shoulder than to be whir
ring about on the lunar heights
Human hair fair at Limoges
France, is over. White hair $60
per lb., red $25, others $13 to $20.
Save your white hairs !
Blanche Scott, bird lady, says
that aviating calms her nerves
Suggest flying, to wifey when her
nerves bother her. There'll be
flying all right, all rig
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