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great desire -of his heart. In his
abstraction, crossing a crowded thor
oughfare he jumped two feet up intG
the air at the sharply yelled words:
"Hi, there out of the way!"
"Mercy me!" gasped the professor,
as the teamster's horses nearly bore
"Look out!" came a second star
tling injunction and the professor
faced the new dilemma of a speeding
automobile coming from the other
Directly in front of him was a lit
tle girl about nine years of age. She
was directly in the course of the on
coming machine. The professor was
not only a scientist but a true hu
manitarian. He made a dash for the
child. Just in time he pushed her
out of the way of the crushing
wheels of the auto, was knocked
aside himself by the edge of the ma
chine, and reached the curb, where a
policeman was trying to sooth the
crying, frightened child.
"I want to see "the brave man!"
sobbed the little one, and Professor
Dabney experienced a new sensation!'
and flushed hke a schoolgirl, as of
ficer, child and 'the throng about
them voiced their approbation of his
thoughtful and riskful action in sav
ing the little one.
"You are. a good, grand man!"
lisped the child, seizing and fondling
his hand. "Sister will never forget
you any more than I will. Oh, you
must come with me and let her thank
you. She would never forgive me if
I let you go!"
So, in his meek, accommodating
fashion, the professor allowed the
little one to lead him along the street,
followed by the approving and admir
ing smiles of the crowd. She finally
paused at a small flat building, went
up to its top story and pushed open
a door, with the excited words:
"Oh, sister, dear! I've had such a
time, and only for this gentleman
you would never have seen 'me
A lovely young girl arose fromj
some fancywork in which she was ,
engaged, paling at the hurried story
of the little one, and then beaming .
her gratitude and interest upon the
bashful and confused visitor.
The tired scientist glanced about
the bright, cheery room. His gra
cious reception had warmed his
heart. All his wealth and prestige,
his lonely, selfish life faded into noth-1
ingness before the intensely human ,
and inspiring influences of this neat .
little home. The little one insisted
on his staying to lunch. There was
a responsive interest in the eyes of x
his hostess that invited his conn- j
dence, and soon in his artless, hon-,
est way he was telling her of his -troubles.
Then he was quite as in
terested in learning of the thrifty, 4
but necessarily industrious life she
led, an orphan with her little sister,
to care for.
He was not thirty, although his
studious life made him look older. A
woman had never attracted him be-(
fore. As little Idaline nestled about
him he felt the promptings of human
interest evoke a new delight in hist
He arose to go, after the happiest,
hour of his life, and he thrilled asj
the hand of Miss Weston rested in his
own at parting. fc t
"Oh, Sister Rhoda! make him
promise he will come to see usi,
again " began little Idaline, and
then she paused, dismayed, for the
professor had made an extraordinary 3
"The lost word!" he fairly shouted,
quivering all over with excitement t
and, seizing his hat, fairly rushed r
from the place. t
It was dusk when there came ar
knock at the door of the little flat.
Rhoda Weston looked glad andj
pleased as she welcomed the profes-j
sor. He seemed supremely happy, i
"I had to come back to apologize
for my rude departure," he ex-
claimed, "but you see that name,i
your name, Rhoda, by a strange co
incidence, happened to be the pass-t
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