The Penn's Grove record., 1895-07-12
PENIS GROVE. I. j.. FRIDAY. JULY u. 1896.

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Every time that Wilson took up his
Horace to study his eye caught sight
Of Mary" or "Mollie" or Name"
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"
I'D like to know who that fellow wal
and what became of Mary" thought
Wilson. "What a nice little plot for q
true story! l could make out a whole
love affair from these names in the
book. Let's see. Something like this:
"Chapter 1. Student m to New
aaven from Western home. is hazed,
meets a pretty girl, name Mary some.
thing or other; tries to study Horace
and finds himself writing Mary in his
book.
Chapter II. Takes her to glee clint
concert, borrows money for the tickets
and gets uncomfortably in debt, be-
comes absent-minded and begins to
write Mollie' and Name
Chapter III. Scene-A beautiful
%)arlor; Mary, beautiful and collected,
seated on a sofa. Student, with one
hand in coat packet, standing by CRATE
fire, with one elbow OH mantel. He com
plains of his hard luck in Holace; is
surf TO funk on exam. Mary consoles
him tenderly. Student 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
his fellows and the professor don't
translate that way. Mary bushes
beautifully. He takes her hand and
they are very happy.
Chapter w. The fellow goes to hi.
room and writes My Mary in his Hor-
ace and funks on the exam"
Suddenly another idea struck him
lie turned around and started for his
room. On reaching it he took a trien'
NAL catalogue and looked through to
see what names in the class of 50 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 1t, but
| suppose his name is really William
said Wilson to himself. "He could
never have owned this book, though,
for he must have been n regular
'grind."'
The term was drawing to a close
when one day Prof. Henderson an
nounced to his class that they should
bring their own copies of Horace IL
the classroom on the next day. They
would do some reading at sight, he ex'
planned, and the class would be allowed
10 use what notes were to be found in
their books. The next day, therefore
Wilson took his Horace to class.
The passage which was assigned +.
aim was the one which the former own.
er had found so difficult and had sought
relief for his feelings by writing
Name and "Mollie" on the margin
of the page. Wilson, however, buckled
in manfully, and when called or
translated with some f1uency and sal
down.
The professor looked yer the top o.
dis glasses and said, rather sternly: 81
do not understand. MI. Wilson. how
you obtain the meanings thai you give
to some of the words"
Wilson hesitated a moment, and thel
a happy thought struck him. Something
that he had seen In the notes came to
his mind.
81 think, professor" he said, that my
text must differ from yours"
"Ahg' said the professor. "Let mt
see your text"
The professor took the book ant
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 al
the book.
Finally he raised his eyes, and, hand
ing the book to Wilson, said: "You are
quite right, Mr.. WILSON,"
After the recitation was over Prof
Henderson called Wilson to his desk.
81 should like, Mr.. Wilson," he said
"to obtain that copy of Horace from
YOU when you are through with 1t, II
you have no objection to parting witt
it. It's an odd edition, you know" he
added, in explanation, "and II should
like to have it to compare with othel
texts"
"Well, I'll be bowed" exclaimed Wi
son, as soon as he was well away from
the recitation-room. "Who would hav,
thought it!'
And he buttoned up his coat and hur
ried to his room to tell the story Il
Johnson.-Chicago News.