T " ' ' I--
l SOLD DREAMLAND
Finding- a Way for a Man
Who Didn't Have 'the
Nerve to' Propose -,
I'll do it today or leave this uni
versity forever. It's strange I'm
such a coward before her. Fail?
I never failed in-anything, else;
yet, every time I start to speak
to her I lose my head.
Prof. Courtright was account
ed brave and quick-witted. Al
though only 30 years old, he had
fought lions and boas in Africa's
jungles, while gathering' rarities
for the university's museum.
Once he had attended the queen's
drawing room, and proved him
self able to face without flinching
the proudest lady of title in Lon
don, winning laurels as. a gallant
But here he was in an Ameri
can university', practically his
own domicile, admitting to him
self that he hadn't the nerve to
jtalk as he wished to a schoolgirl.
"Yes," he went on, in his rev
erie, Vnow's the time, now or
never. 'Bertha, I. love you; will
you be my bride?' Not very ro-
mantle, but that's the way I'll put
Within half an hour the profes
sor, handsome, tall and straight, a
modern knight of chivalry, was
discussing music in Foster hall
with a dashing, pretty co-ed of
the senior lit, Bertha Ransom.
".Miss Ransom," he said, when
their souls seemed to be atune;
"what, a suggestive name? a
king's ransomj a priceless treas
ure." -t .
The girl glanced up at him with
a shy, sweet smile a philippicof
the joy in her heart. It was the"
psychical moment now or never.-1'
"Miss Ransom; Bertha," began
the wooer, courageous at last;
He got no father. He was
suddenly stricken dumb. In an
other minute, however, he recov
ered his voice.
"Pardon me," he said. "It was
a sharp pain. What I was about
to say was" and the eagerly ex
pectant girl was all a-quiver with
excitement, as if she knew the'
rest "that 1, I am going to
leave the university. Goodbye; I
have barely time to catch my
Bertha was utterly dumbfound
ed. She shook his hand and
wished him well. As soon as he
was out of Foster hall she dashed
up to her room to cry.
Harold Courtright left the uni
versity that night, left fully con
vinced that the beautiful girl of,
22 reciprocated the passionate,
soul-consuming love he had not
the courage to offer.
One year from that "date the
distracted wanderer was strolling '
down a boulevard in a Pacific
coast city. The air was redolent
of ripe oranges. A '"for sale" '
sign caught his, eye. The cottage1"
in the lawn looked cosy. "Inquire
within," read the sign. Merely-"
out of curiosity to examine the in--tenor
of -an orange grove cottage,'-'
Courtright rang the bell. The
hostess herself, ravishinglyfetch.-t
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