Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-07-24


| ~ through one Of the streets of
! New Haven.
| His full name, as 1t appeared in the
| catalogue of the university, was George
| Ellis Wilson, of Smithville Pa. He had
| just eaten supper, had hurried across
the busy streets and down this little
lane till he came to n dimly lighted
] secondhand book store.
After pausing at the threshold long
enough to shake the snow from his coat
! he entered.
The air Of the room had the mustS
] odor peculiar to old books, and the lit
tie old man who kept the store seemed
to have absorbed some Of the nlusty
learning of his shop. such a scholarly
stoop did he have and SO dusty were
| his clothes.
An effort had been made to sort some
| Of the books. and over several shelves
was hung the label "Religious," and
| over some others "Greek and Latin"
while in the extreme corner were
''Translations."
Wilson eyed these last suspiciously,
| for he had "boned" his way through
preparatory school, and he had made
| up his mind not to "horse" through col
lege.
Turning to the Latin books, he looked
them through till he came to a copy of
Horace, somewhat the worse for wear,
| but still serviceable. Wilson glanced
over the pages Of the Horace, and, de-
Gliding that it would answer his pur-
pose, paid the old man 30 cents, put the
book In his pocket and went out into
the street
The next morning he got up late, and
n his hurry to get to breakfast put on
the coat Just as he had left 1t the night
before. At chapel, however, during the
long prayer, while the president was
| implorinG blessings for the heather in
all lands" under which head Wilson
would have little thought himself in
! cluded, he pulled out the Horace and
| looked at the fly-leaf.
There were two of the initials Of the
former owner, w. B., and his class. 50.
The last name had been carefully
scratched out. Up in the corner there
was a note, evidently written during
some recitation thirty years before,
Can you tutor me an hour in trig. to
morrow"
By the time that Wilson had observed
this much the prayer was ended, and
the president was walking down the
middle aisle, while the seniors, in ac-
cordance with custom handed down
from long ago, were making prodigious
bows as he passed, and falling In un-
tremendously behind him.
Pocketing the book, Wilson returned
to his room, and, after few prelimin.
aries, began to get ready to study.
No one can study book until he has
thumbed 1t over and over and made
himself familiar with 1t. The first
thing Wilson did, therefore, was to
glance over the pages of his Horace
and see what sort Of a fellow its former
owner was.
On the fifth page he saw something
.hat attracted his attention. Written in
n mans hand in rather small charac-
ters, as though the writer would not
have 1t too public, and on the inner
edge Of the leaf, was the name MARY"
Smiling to himself, Wilson turned on.
Nothing else note worthy 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 as before
were the names "Mollie" and Name"
Wilson turned to the first ode and
worked steadily over the dictionary for
two hours. Then he started for the
rccitatio room.
The professor was William II. Hender-
son, but the boys always called him
Billie behind his back. and occasionally
some one made q slip anS called hin
Billie to his face.
He was very serious, seldom known
o smile, and regular grinder" Sto-
ries were abundant about some love af.
,air that he had while student at Yale,
md Of a girl whom he had been engaged
20 who left him for a wealthier man and
/ trip to Europe.
But stories about college professor
ire common, and no one pays much at
IGNITION to them. No one supposed that
RWia HenQsrlon could ever have