plish" their purpose the Samnjte
woman did not hesitate to ad
dress herself openly to the back
ward suitor.' "
"Dreadful?" exclaimed Miss
Mary Campbell, one of the most
select of the young ladies. "Why,
I think it was grand !"
"Well, now just listen to this'
interposed m Miss Millicent Day,
who was taking the economics
course. " 'The custom which re
strains the female half of the com
munity from taking the first step
leading toward the marriage con
tract is of economic origin and
due to the fact that, in our mod
ern civilization, the male is the
bread-winner. When the" earning
capacities of both parties are
equal this archaic survival should
be, and often is, abrogated.' "
"Miss. Browne said that?" in
quired Miss Mary breathlessly.
"She surely did," answered
"Oh!" exclaimed the chorus
Professor Boylett appeared un
usually preoccupied on the sec
ond day afterward. His lecture
on Roman history, in fact, was
distinctly an absent-minded one.
"Er one moment, ladies," he
began as the class waited its dis
missal. "Can anyone tell me
whether there is a er any at
tache of this institution whose
initials are. A- B.?"
"Miss Agatha Browne, pro
fessor of economics," chanted the
class. And the professor, after
staring speechlessly at them for
an instant, suddenly bolted
through the door.
At that; instant Miss Browne
was saying v
"A most insulting thing ha
happened to me, girls. I hesitate
to mention it, and should not, did
I not fear it is some practical
joke engineered by some unwor
thy member. of this seminary I
have received an anonymous let
ter containing in short, a pro
posal of marriage."
"Oh, no, Miss Browne!" ex
claimed the class in horror.
"Ladies your attittfde y does
you credit' said the professor of
economics. "Er by the way, is
.there anyperson connected with
this seminary whose initials are
S. B.?"., -
"Prof; Sampso 6ylett,"
shouted tfie class in economics in
Then, an extraordinary hing
happened. Behind Miss Browne's
large spectacles a" reddish hue,
arising in the neighborhood of
either cap, "spread -and expanded
until it completely covered her
"Dear me, this is very painful !"
murmured Miss Browne. "The
class is dismissed."
The class, released from its
duties, rushed to the windows and
looked out upon the campus. It
saw Miss Browne emerge from
the portals of the famous institu
tion of learning with a hurried
and yet furtive step, if such a term
could be applied to any quality or
attribute of Miss Browne. With
her umbrella folded in her hand,
the professor of economics picked
her way down the gravelly walk
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