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watch it was eleven o'clock.
The program must be well nigh
With a feeling of loneliness he
left the hall and stood bareheaded
in the calm June night. From the
stage entrance a light shone, and
as the professor caught sight of
it his bosom swelled with recol
lections of ither times when he
had watched that same stage door
with palpitating heart and heav
And then, as he looked, a
shadow thrust forward, followed
almost instantly by a form. He
knew her now that telltale
sweep of the hands as they gath
ered the straying locks and patted
them deftly to place. Before he
realized it he was stepping up to
ward the light. In a moment he
stood at a point so near that an-
other step would reveal his pres
ence. Breathlessly he stood and
studied the girl it was the same
He stepped forward into the
path of light. The girl turned a
startled face toward! him as he
came up the walk.
"Why, it's Tom ! Tommy Dra
per!" The girl reached out quick
ly and grasped his hand.
"Oh, it IS Tom!" she repeated,
while the professor flushed to his
hair and struggled to peak.
"Yes, it's Tom," he said. "And
you xlon't mean to say that you
are the same old Mollie Kenton?"
"The same only a trifle
She pushed him out at arm's
length and surveyed him critic
aMy ! Bat are you really such?
a tremendous professor as those
looks would indicate? You are
so so studious looking, Tom!"
"I ah I am a trifle studious,
I presume," he admitted.
"I can. remember when you
Isn't it a lovely night? Is that
an owl hooting, Tom?"
"Some one blowing a horn, I
judge," said the professor.
She glanced at him with a faint
"And it IS a fine evening!" he
"I'll get my things, Tom, and
you can take me home. I was go
ing with Stella Tilton, but she has"
Ned Edgely to fall back on and
won't b,e disappointed."
She whisked out of sight, leav
ing the professor dazed at the
suddenness of it all. It was just
like the old times. The same
moon, the same restful quiet, the '
same springtly care-free Mollie
all was as it should be except
himself. He seemed so much
more advanced older and more
In a moment the girl came out
and seized his arm with an air of
proprietorship that made him
wince, but switched him wholly
back to those othef days.
The walk home was, strangely
long. At times the moon oppor
tunely lurked in the protecting
lee'of intervening clouds. At the
end the man who had lingered ten
years over his researches forgot
his science in the possession of his
one perfect affinity the woman
who had lingered ten years, sus-
itained by her buoyant spirit,