The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1894-02-21

bows as he passed and falling iu up-
ceremoniously behind him.
Pocketing the book Wilson returned
to his room, and, after few prelimi-
naries. began to get ready to study.
He put on his slippers and study-coat,
pulled out Latin dictionary and
opened it, and then went to the chair
on which his overcoat lay and got his
Horace. Then he put his feet on the
table and was ready for work. The
lesson assigned was the first two odes.
No one can study book, however,
until he has thumbed il over and over
and made himself familiar with IL.
The first thing Wilson did, therefore,
was to glance over the pages of his
Horace and see what sort of fellow
its former owner was. On the fifth
page he saw something that attracted
his attention. Written in mans
hand in rather small characters, as
though the writer would not have it
too public, and on the inner edge of
the leaf was the name "Mary" Smil-
ing to himself, Wilson turned on.
Nothing else noteworthy appeared till
he came to what was evidently a very
difficult passage on the fifty-first page,
for the leaf was badly worn and soiled,
and written in the same hand rs before
were the names ''Mollie" and "Mame :"
"Getting more familiar, evidently" i"
soliloquized Wilson rs he turned on.
He found no more writing, however,
except on occasional repetition of
these names, and now and then the
meaning of word written between
the lines.
Wilson turned to the first ode and
worked steadily over the dictionary
for two hours. Then he kicked his
slippers across the room, threw the
study coat on the bed and pulling on
on his shoes and coat started for the
recitation.room. The professor was
William b. Henderson, but the boys
always called him Billie behind his
back and occasionally made n slip,
and called him Billy to his face. He
was very serious, seldom known to
smile, and regular ''grinder. !"
Stories were abundant about some
love affair that he had had while a
student at Yale. and of girl whom
he. had been engaged to who left him
for a wealthier man and trip TO Eu-
rope. But stories about college pro-
fessors are common, and no one pays
much attention to them. No one sup
posed that Billy Henderson could
ever have thought much of anything
except Latin.
The men were seated in the recita-
tion-room alphabetically, and Wilson
had back seat. More than once he
found cause to be thankful that his
name began with letter at the end of
the alphabet. Not being called on to
recite on this day, he acquitted him
self creditably.
Every time that Wilson took up his
Horace to study his eye caught sight
of "Mary" or "Mollie" or "Mame."
81 should like to know who this
duffer was, and whether he married
Mary" said Wilson one day to John
son, 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
a discovery. Down in the corner of a
page in the same handwriting was
"My Mary"
"GadI !" exclaimed Wilson, and
johnson turned round to see what
was the matter. His questioning
look received no reply, and Wilson
put on his coat and went out for a
walk.
'Id like to know who that fellow
was and what become of Mary, "
thought Wilson. "What nice little
plot for true story, 1 could make
out a whole love affair from these
names in the book. Let's see. Some
thing like this. Chapter 1. Student
comes to New Haven from Western
home, is hazed, meets pretty girl,
named Mary something or other; tries
to study Horace and finds himself
writing Mary in his book. Chapter
II. Takes her to Glee Club concert.