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Does not flourish—" A light tap at the door interrupted. “Come in!" called Professor Har- row. A girl stood in the doorway. She had light brown hair and big eyes and her face was a dainty combination of white brow and pink cheeks. She wore a pink linen dress with wide white collar and cuffs, for though it was October, the city was suffering from the last burst of heat. “I belleve I am to be your assistant,” she introduced herself. “My name I8 Chloe Curtis.” The professor continued to stare. “The very description,” he noted, a8 though thinking aloud, “Rare, pink and white. 1 wonder where she es- caped from." Miss Curtis returned his gaze with indignant surprise. “Escaped?” she echoed. you expecting a secretary? should you think me a lunatic?” “I didn't; 1 thought you were a primrose,” answered Professor Har- row, confusedly. Then he -remem- bered his manuners and sprang up to give her a chair. “Excuse me, Miss Curtis, please,” he apologized. “I was puzzled for a moment. You see, I expected a man to be sent. Can you see well there? Is the chair comfortable?” Chloe afiirmed that all was to her liking. She sat down, produced her pencil in a most businesslike manner and awaited orders, but the professor could see that she was regarding him curlously from the corner of her eye as though she thought him a very “Weren't Why LAND, 507 West Malu Streat. FLA queer creature indeed. Qe Sy “If you are ready, we will begin,” oo fedeiedoe et oo Dot g I B B . o i *h34304 TEEPEIFPR | 1o Goclared with dignity. “I will read OF VITAL INTEREST c! It's of vital importance that you start the bank account NOW—now when you are vigotrpus and :Ei;one's There comes a time In € life when an ample CASH RESERVE is one's best friend—why not begin building that reserve now? In time to come, the earnings of that reserve may be sufficient to keep you in com fort. : ] 3 per cent interest paid. Ferersrrersssrass s \ TILIZER er Field and Garden FER New Bean, Tomato and oth Seed D.B. DICKSON < and you may make notes. ‘Primrose. Variety No. 7. Rare. Pink and white. Fragrant. Sometimes found in unex- pected places when it has escaped from gardens.'” “Oh-h,” broke from the lips of the new assistant, her cheeks growing pinker as his meaning came to her. “Oh, I see!” “You do, do you?” retorted the pro- fessor; then they looked at each oth- er and laughed. “It was perfectly plain," explained Professor Harrow, “that you had es- caped from some garden or other. The city varieties are likely to be white.” “I'vé escaped from BEast Wilton,” announced thé girl, blithely. “I've come to the city to make my fortune. I'm the luckiest girl in the world!"” § “Lucky to leave the glorious coun- try?” The natural world was a pas- slon with Professor Harrow. “Lucky to exchange birds and flowers and free alr spaces for pavements and dust and noise”" “I am the oldest of seven children,” returned Miss Curtis, gravely. “ mean to take care of myself and East Wilton is not a good place to make a fortune. Shall we go on with the work?" “‘Does not flourish with transplant- ation, " resumed the professor. ‘“Ah, Miss Chloe, there's your warning!” “Perhaps the plants that have tried belng transplanted have not been suf- ficlently harrowed,” remarked Miss Curtis, calmly. “Do you suppose that could be it?" The startled professor gazed at her suspliciously. Her face was very bland, very demure, but the twinkle in her eye could not be suppressed. “‘yarfjety No. 8!'" cried the profes- gor, and the writing went on. Miss Curtis proved to be a valuable assistant. She loved the work and her enthusiasm and faithfulness sent Professor Harrow's lectures speeding on their way. She seemed to be pros- pering too. “I've gent ten dollars home to moth- er as a present,” she confided in him gleefully at Thanksgiving time. ‘“And 1 have twenty-five dollars saved be- sides. Who says transplanting isn’t the road to fortune?” “Good!" the professor rejoiced with her. He knew she was working hard for the hours with him in the morning were only part of what she had under- taken. As for himself, he tried to think that his extreme content with life came from the fact that his work was marching along so satisfactorily, but when, during the Christmas holidays, he had spent one restless lonely morn- ing working alone in his study, the truth came suddenly upon him. “It isn't the work at all!” he cried, I love her and I want | “It's Chloe! her, | want her, I want her He rose and paced the study, filled | with a hunger for her sweet face a | longing to gather her in his arms and tell her how he loved her, how he wanted her all for himself, to keep and to cherish like the dainty flower | which she had always seemed And then came a blow; he had to | leave her! Those in authority decid- K ed to send him south to study certain specimens of flora at first hand and | tor two weary, dreary months he trav- | eled about, working hard but with his only floral interest the condition of onr “transplanted primrose in the north, his only comfort the gay little notes that came in answer to his longer ones. In these missives she seemed so blithe that when he first saw her, af- ter his return, her paleness startled him. However, his greeting sent a quick color back to her cheeks and her sweet, rather shy welcome filled his soul with joy. She seemed so quickly pleased to have him back that it gave him courage to propose a lit- tle festivity. “Miss Curtis,” he began, “won't you help me celebrate my home com- ing? noon and we'll have dinner. I know a delightful little place. And then we'll go to a play; what would you like best to see?” Miss Curtis turned and looked out |’ the window. “I am sorry,” she an- swered, coldly, “But I have an engage ment for tonight.” Fer a minute Professor Harrow was too downcast to speak. “I see,” he said, presently. “Well, good morning,” and with a bow he left the study and walked blindly down the hall. “l was mistaken,” he kept whisper ing to himself. *“She doesn't care at all!” It was not until he reached the street that he realized he had forgot- ten the notes for his lecture that af- ternoon. He must go back and me- chanjcally he retraced his steps. He pushed open the study door ex- pecting to find the room empty.‘ There in his chair sat Chloe Curtis ! crying as though her heart would‘ break. ! “Chloe, dear!” he sprang to her. ' “Tell me what the matter is!” It seemed the only thing to do to take her in his arms and brush the tears away. It filled him with delight that she did not try to escape; she just snuggled down as though she be- longed there. | “I wanted to go with you so much' and I madé you think I didn't!” | “Then why did you answer me that . way, dear?” | “I didn't have anything to wear!" ' in a forlorn wail. 3 In spite of himself, Professor Har- | row laughed. “Oh, Chloe,” he pro- tested. “I'm not joking, I'm shabby from head to foot. And I've only that worn old coat I brought from home for out- side. I couldn't go with you that way!"” I “But Chloe,” he cried, anxiously, “I| thought you were prospering. You said you were saving money.” “I haven't saved a cent since before Christmas. Oh, I confess, I haven't flourished in transplanting. 1 could have managed it alone, 1 shall yet, but you see there was Sarah, too.” “Who is Sarah?’ he asked, puz- zled. “She boards where I do. She came from the west to earn her living but she got {1l and lost her place. The doctor’s bills made it awful.” “And you've been paying for her?”’ he cried. “What else could I do? have had me desert her?” Would you Humbly, Harrow raised her hands to his lips. “Chloe,” he said, “I've been offered a new position. They want me to take a piece of land out- slde the town and start an experiment station. Can't you love me a little and come with me, back to the gar- den?” In answer, Chloe let him keep the hands. “Not a little!" she whispered. “Oh, how I missed you and wanted you while you were away! Take me back ! to the garden and never, never let me escape again!" (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure News- paper Syndlcate.) Cheaper Than New. He peered anxiously into the shop where sporting supplies are sold, slow- ly entered, and as slowly advanced to a counter, where a clerk was stand- ing. “Do you keep golf goods?” he asked. “Yes, sir. What"do you desire?” “I am looking for a second-hand set of golf links. “A second-hand set of golf links?” exclaimed the astonished assistant. “Yes. You see, it's this way. Me and my wife have just opened a smart boarding house, and as we have a pretty sized yard, I thought it would attract boarders if we could start up this golf game I hear so much about. A second-hand set of links would be cheaper than new ones, and they'd do well enough to begin with.” “No,” replied the diplomatic assist- ant, “I am sorry to say we have sold out all our second-hand sets. Anything else in our line? “Nothing else.” And the bargain hunter departed. Glving Themselves Away. The late Mayor Gaynor was one day censuring a hypocrite. “Hypocrites,” he sald, “whether they are correcting the social evil or starv- ing factory girls, always give them- selves away. They remind me of the tramp. “The gentleman who ran into this tramp had gone out on an all-day fish- | ing trip, taking his lunch with him. 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