Produced by David Widger POTTS'S PAINLESS CURE By Edward Bellamy 1898 “Must you go up to that tiresome old college again to-night?” Pouting lips and delicate brows fretted in pretty importunity over the troubled eyes enforced the pleading tones, and yet the young man to whom they were addressed found strength to reply:-- “I 'm afraid I can't get rid of it. I particularly promised Sturgis I would look in on him, and it won't do for me to cut my acquaintance with the class entirely just because I 'm having such a jolly time down here.” “Oh, no, you don't think it jolly at all, or you would n't be so eager to go away. I 'm sure I must be very dull company.” The hurt tone and pretended pique with which she said this were assuredly all that was needed to make the _petite_ teaser irresistible. But the young man replied, regarding her the while with an admiration in which there was a singular expression of uneasiness:-- “Can't, Annie, 'pon honor. I 'm engaged, and you know-- “'I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more!'” And transferring her hand to his lips he loosed its soft, lingering clasp and was gone, stopping at the gate to throw back a kiss to her as she stood in the porch, by way of amends for his hasty parting. “George Hunt, you 're an infernal scamp!” These were the opprobrious words he muttered to himself as he passed out of earshot. The beneficent common law does not condemn a man merely on his own confession unless circumstances in evidence lend probability to his self-accusation. Before we coincide in Mr. Hunt's opinion of himself, let us therefore inquire into the circumstances. He was in the last term of senior year at ------ college. For the past year he had been boarding at the Giffords', and Annie and he had fallen in love. The fall on his part had been quite voluntary and deliberate. He had fallen in love because it was the correct thing for a young collegian, engaged in the study of the humanities, to be in love, and made him feel more like a man than smoking, drinking, or even sporting a stove-pipe hat and cane. Vanity aside, it was very jolly to have a fine, nice girl who thought no end of a fellow, to walk, talk, and sing with, and to have in mind when one sang the college songs about love and wine with the fellows. And it gave him also a very agreeable sense of superior experience as he mingled in their discussions of women and the tender passion.