The Portland daily press., 1894-01-22

Deing called on 20 feclte on IHlS DAY, ne
acquitted himself creditably.
Every tine shat Wilson took up his Hor-
ACC to study his eye caught sight of MA
ry" or q Mollie" or "Mame."
81 should like to know who this duffer
WIS and whether he married Mary" said
Wilson one day to johnson, his roommate.
Johnson was busy with a pipe and some
drawing Instruments and large sheet
of paper and did not condescend to reply,
and Wilson went on with his study.
One day in looking over the notes in the
back of the book Wilson made discovery.
Down in the corner of u page in the same
handwriting was my Mary"
'!GadE" exclaimed Wilson, and johnson
turned around to see what was the mat
ter. His Questioning look received no re-
ply, and Wilson put on his coat and went
out for walk.
ara like to know who that fellow was
and what became of Mary" thought Will
son. ''What nicelittle plot for d true
story! / could make out whole love af-
fair from these names in the book. Let's
see. Something like this: Chapter Stu
dent comes to New Haven from western
home, is hazed, meets a pretty girl, name
Mary something or other, tries to study
Horace and finds himself writing Mary
in His book. Chapter II-Takes her to
glee club concert, borrows money for the
tickets and gets uncomfortably in debt,
becomes absentminded and begins to write
tMoilie' and Mame.' Chapter IlI-Soene-
A beautiful parlor in one of New Ravens
best homes; Mary beautiful and collected,
seated on a sofa; student with one hand
in coat pocket, standing by CRATE fire. with
one elbow on mantel; he complains of his
hard luck in Horace; is sure to funk on
exam; Mary consoles him tenderly; stu
dent goes over to sofa, looks into Mary's
dark eyes, tells her the trouble is that his
Horace sings Of no one but Mary, and that
the rest of the fellows and the professor
don't translate that way; Mary bushes
beautifully; he takes her hand, and they
are very happy. Chapter IV-The fellow
goes to his room and writes My Mary in
his Horace and flunks ON the exam"
In following out this line of thought
Wilson had walked half way to Lake
Whitney. Suddenly another idea had
struck him. He turned around and start
ed for his room. On reaching it he took
triennial catalogue and looked through to
see what names in the class of '55 had the
initials W. B. To his perplexity he found
several names with these initials.
esWeil, if there isn't Billie Henderson
name! never thought of it, but sup
pose his name is really William said
Wilson to himself. He could never have
owned this book, though, for he must have
been regular grind"
The term was drawing to close when
one day Professor Henderson announced
to his class that they should bring their
own copies of Horace to the classroom on
the next day. They would do some read
ing at sight, he explained, and the class
would be allowed to use what notes were
to be found in their books, as the edition
furnished by the university for classroom
work had no notes whatever. The next
day, therefore, Wilson took his Horace te
class. The passage which was assigned
to him was the one which the former own
er had found SO difficult and had sought
relief for his feelings by writing 'tMame"
and "Mollie' on the margin Of the page.
Wilson, however, buckled in manfully,
and when called on translated with some
fuency and sat down.
The professor looked over the top of his
glasses and said rather sternly, II do not
understand, MIR. Wilson, hew you obtain
the meanings that you give to some of the
words''
Wilson hesitated moment, and then
happy thought struck him. Something
that he had seen in the notes came to his
mind.
'sI think, professor, he said, ssthat my
text must differ from yours
stAh," said the professor, ''let me see
your text
Wilson walked up the aisle from the
<,f 4 ho,1 Iel Il. H.
the professor with the assurance that
man has who is sure that he is in the
right.
The professor took the book and glanced
over the page. His expression changed in
a moment. Old memories seemed to come
up, and he leaned his head on his hand and
looked steadily at the book. Finally he
raised his eyes, and handing the book to
Wilson said, 'sYou are quite right, Mr..
Wilson,
After the recitation was over Professor
Henderson called Wilson to his desk IT
should like, Mr. Wilson, he said, "to OBJ
tain that copy of Horace from you when
you are through with it, if you have no
objection to parting with it. It's an odd
edition, you know" he added in explana-
ton, 'tand II should like to have it to
compare with other texts"
Wilson assured him that he could get
along without it, nodded good day to the
professor as he went out of the door, and
the professor nodded soberly in return.
"Well, I'll be blowed!" exclaimed Will
son as soon as he was well away from the
recitation room. "Who would have thought
it?" And he buttoned up his coat and
hurried to his room to tell the story to
johnson.
Parkman's Beginning.
About the time he entered upon his
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