The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1888-03-15
4 PAIR OF LOVERS.

thier creature than Groat of'79 never
drew the breath OF undergraduate life.
No man ever talked to him for five
minutes without liking the simple,
honest soul. He came OF q family
that had turned out college graduates
Tor at least five generations back. and
his father was ahard-working country
doctor up in New Hampshire, most
respectable people indeed, who set
much value on education. Natural
Iy, then, Archibald passed his en-
trance examinations with credit. and
he soon made clear his determination
to 60 through his curse in most ex.
emplary fashion. Ne quickly found
out that though roat's capacities
were but barely respectable, he yet in
tendedto make the most ofthem. His
best quality Of mind wasa prodigous
memory, and as he wasa Ord reader.
it often happened that he not infre.
quently put brighter and lazier men
TO shame and confusion. 1t was on
such occasions that Archibald was
contemporary set down by the van.
quished as a "mere grind" and as it
happened these occasions were pain.
FULLY frequent, Groat got credit Tor a
degree OF plodding mediocrity which
he did not wholly deserve. And when
Archibald took the Sophomore prize
Tor Latin verse, for which we all back
ed his roommate, Jack Malmsey
even that hardened failure was pro.
voked to observe lit was at a subse-
quent meeting of the "Pipe and Bowl
Brotherhood" and the great defeated
was himself in the chair), Jack, then,
Isay, was nagged into retorting: "Im
sorry you lost your money on me, gen.
tlemen, but let this teach you that the
dish OF herbs goes farther with the
midnight oiltthan the stalled OK with
out it." We all applauded this neat
metaphor, but Jack a~pologized for it a
moment afterward and drank the
health OF his chum and conqueror,
Groat, in a steamingsglass oil punch.
Archibald was not present. AS a
reading man he scorned the Brother.
hood. He loathed the flowing bowl
and would have preferred a sea.yoy-
age to smoking a pipe. One Of those
eyrie fatalities of the Freshman's lot
had made him Jacks roommate, and
though in q very short time he found
he had strayed into the tent OF
the Philistine, he never beat aretreat.
Whenever Prex, whose prime favorite
Archibald was, limited that he might
perhaps find more congenial quarters,
Archy gravely said he felt it his duty
to remain where he was, nor could all
the prayers of his own set-the Kai
gar as we dubbed the on.fraternitv,
plodding fellows-change his resolu.
tion. They never called on Archi-
bald and would sooner have gone in
to. den OF lions. Nor would Jack
rive up his chum. At the end OF
three months he had taken a violent
likingt to him. Hecalled Groat various.
ly his Good Genius, his Monitor and his
Bright Example and vowed Archibald's
influence was worth more than the
lectures OF a full term. I am afraid
Groat only tolerated Jack and stayed
with him less from love than a pure
sense OF duty. And, in truth, how
much respect could u serious, labor.
ious, irreproachable youth have for
such,an idle, careless, roisterlng scape-
grace? :Malmsey was bright enough,
poor Groat: would grean, but how de.
.plorably indifferent to his advantages!
Jack was the editor OF the college pa.
per, the ornament OF the best frater.
nifty, the chosen bard OF every festive
occasion, al incomparable debater and
had q realgenius for moral philosophy;
but he was out all night and every
night; he had invented the "Gany.
mede" punch and organized that BAG.
chanalian Brotherhood; he played
poker; he ran after shop girls; he owed
awful sums. to the tailor and the
livery. Often and again as Jack
would come noisiIy into their study
at midnight, with eyes bright and
cheeks flushed, to find honest Groat
digging away at the next days Greek
lesson, that young man would look
up severely and sardonically remark:
"You are in early tonight"
"Been drinking you're health, Arch,
old boy" Jack would sing out cheer
fully. "Why don't you join us?. Good
fellowship's the oil OF industry, you
musty old miser OF time!
As we tread the pathway high
Leading on to glory,
Oft we'll think OF Zeta Psi - q
Famed in song and story
.If you'd drink my health less oft.
en-" Mr.. Groat would rejoin coldly,
cit would be much to the advantage
Of your own"
''T,here goes my monitor" Jack
would laugh. "What would I do with.
out my paragon? Write out those
lines, there's q good fellow, and I'll
glance over EN- in the morning. and
the graceless scamp would 60 of roar.
ing to bed.
Mr.. Malmsey left college in his Jun.
ior year, an unusually fragrant breach
OF order, making his elimination inn.
perative. We knewyaguely that he had
gone sjnto journalism and heard more
or less hattering accounts OF him, now
in Boston. nowin Chicago, now in Den
yer, and at last in San Francisco,
where we lost trace OF him entirely.
Groat's paleface lost the look of care
ithad worn ortwo years, and he gradu.
ated at last with honors to take q
place al teacher OF Latin and natural
science III the lovely city Of New
Haven. In the polished and refined
circles OF that enlightened town, be
met Miss Isabelle Norwood, and ii
due course Of time found himself I'M.
sdisouisedly in love with her.
And there was nodouH that Miss
Belle was "a lovely and charming crea,
ture at this periodtofl her life. Sheshad
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