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TAUGHT HOW TO LOVE
The Adventures t)f An Author
In Disguise. t -
' "Why," with fine scorn, "prob
ably you.spell 'cat' with a V !" "
Pretty EmmaSt'orm, instruc
tor ' "in the Bloomfield night
school, gazed clown at the big
form of her dullest pupil, Henry
Dudney. At least that was what
hehad told her his name was, but
she rather doubted it. He was
somehow out of place. Although
his clothes were old and he de
clared that he was a, bum, travel
ing from place to place as he de
sired, he still seemed to her, in
some indefinable way, to belong
toa better class of people than' the'
tramps. And yet she must talce
him afhis' word. Certainly in the
night school he bore out by his
dullness everything he had told
her of his untrained, unschooled
"Certainly I spell it with a 'k',"
Dudney replied, gazing up at her
with a smile, "if it's that kind of a
cat." '- " J
"WHat kind of a cat?" Emma
"Why, a kitten, of course'.' Dud
ney replied with a perfectly seri
ous countenance. '
Emma gasped. Why, he was
witty, and he was certainly more
jntellecutal and educated than he
professed jto be . Puzzled, she
handed him a bo'ok.
Take this," she cried. "I don't
believe you're half as stupidfas
ypu make out to be. See what it
is, 'The Philosophy o Life,' by
Edward Roberts, Read that and
see what you make of it!"
She noticed-that Dudney with"
difficulty repressed a start as she
handed the book to him. She
wondered why. He certainly puz
zled her and interested her. Ever
since his advent m the' class two
weeks before he had been claim
ing more and more of her
thoughts. Frequently He had
walked home with herefrom the.
night school, and at these times
she realized that she had forgot
ten the dullness he had manifest
ed in the class. -And; then, sud
denly, as the blood rushed into
her cheeks, she 'realized that her
interest in Dudney -was much
more than that of a teacher for
(her pupil. '
Dudney lingered after the re
mainder of the class had gone.
"Well," Emma asked him,
rather breathlessly, "what do you
make of the book?"
"Simply this," Dudney an
swered slowly, "that according to
Roberts' idea, man's greatest call
ing1 is to teach his fellow beings
to lpve one another."
" 'To love'?" Emma questioned
softly, the blood again in her
"Yes," Dudney cried,. "and I be
lieve he's right, fpr I might as
well tell you now as any time I
am. Edward Roberts."
"Yes," Roberts answered.' "JFre-
quently I go about the country
disguised as a tramp, looking foe
material for my books. In this
guise I chanced into your class