The free press., 1894-03-15

sent minded and begins to write to
'Mollie and Name Chapter |
III. Scene-A beautiful parlor in
one of New Havens best
homes Mary, beautiful and collected,
seated on 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 con-
soles him tenderly. Student goes over
to sofa, looks into Mary's dark eyes,
tells her the trouble is that this Hor-
ace sings of no one but Mary, and that
the rest of the fellows and the profes-
sor don't translate that way. Mary
bushes beautifully. He takes her hand
and they are very happy. Chapter ".
The fellow goes to his room and writes
My Mary in his Horace and funks
on the exam"
In following out this line of thought
Wilson had walked halfway to Lake
Whitney. Suddenly another idea had
struck him. He turned around and
started 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.
"Well, if there isn't Billie Hender-
sons name! / never thought of it.
but suppose his name is really Will
liam," said Wilson to himself. 'He
could never have owned this book,
though, for he must have been regu-
lar grind"
The term was drawing to close
when one day Prof. Henderson an
nounced to his class that they should
bring their own copies of Horace to
the classroom on the next day. They
would do some reading at sight, he
explained, and the class would be al
lowed to use what notes were to be
found in their books, and the edition
furnished by the university for class
room work had no notes whatever.
The next day, therefore, Wilson took
his Horace to class. The passage
which was assigned to him was the
one which the former owner had found
so difficult and had sought relief for
his feelings by writing "Mame" and
"Mollie' on the margin of the page.
Wilson, however, buckledin 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;
81 do not understand, Mr.. Wilson,
how you obtain the meanings that you
give to some of the words.
Wilson hesitated a moment and then
happy thought struck him. Some
thing that he had seen in the notes
came to his mind.
81 think, Professor" he said, "that
my text must differ from yours.
"Ah!" said the Professor. "Let
me see your text.
Wilson walked up the aisle from the
rear of the room and handed his book
TO 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 moment. Oldmemories
seemed to come up and he leaned his
head on his hand and looked steadily
at the book. Finally he raised his
ewes, and handing the book to Wilson,
said: "You are quito right, Mr.. Will
son."
After the recitation was over Pro-
feSsOf henderson Calico w liooH W hAs
desk. 81 should like, Mr.. Wilson,,
he said, "to obtain that copy OF
Horace from you when you are through
with it, if you have no objections to
parting with it. It's an odd edition,
YOU know" he added, in explanation,
.'and 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 answered soberly in
return.
"Well, I'll be blowed!" exclaimed
Wilson, as soon as he was well away
from tho recitation room. "Who
would have thought it?" And he but
toned up his coat and hurried to his
room to tell the story to Johnson