Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1895-05-11

ana occasionally some one maze slip anu
called him Billie to his face. He was very
serious, seldom known to smile and n reg
ular grinder" Stories were abundant
about some love affair that he had while
a student at Yale, and of girl whom he
had been engaged TO who left him for a
Weather man and a trip to Europe. But
stories about college professors are com
mon, and no one pays much attention to
them, No one supposed that Billie Hen
derson could ever have thought much of
anything except Latin.
The men were seated in the recitation
room alpha betically, 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 himself creditably.
Every time that Wilson took up his Hor-
ace to study his eye caught sight of Ma
ry" or "Mollie" or Name"
81 should like to know who this duffer
was and whether he married Mary, said
Wilson one day toJohnson, his roommate.
Johnson was busy with pipe and some
drawing instruments and large sheet
of paper and did not condescend to reply,
ard Wilson went on with his study.
ODe udN III lOOhlllS ONeI Gh0 hObCS III 'iiN
back of the book Wilson made a discovery.
Down in the corner of Il page in the same
handwriting was my Mary"
''Gadr' 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.
"Id like to know who that fellow was
and what became of Mary" thought Will
son. "What a nice little plot for true
story | could make out whole love al
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 lG-Takes her to
glee club concert, borrOws money for the
tickets and gets uncOmfOrtably in debt,
becomes absentminded and begins to write
'Mollie' and Name" Chapter lll-Scene-
A beautiful parlor in one of New Haven
best homes; Mary beautiful and collected,
seated on Il 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 tlunks 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.
"Well, if there isn't Billie Henderson's
namel | 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
% 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 to
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 "Mame"
and "Mollie' on the margin of the page.
Wilson, however buckled in manfully,
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tluency 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 moment, and then
happy thought struck him. Something
that he had seen in the notes came to his
mind.
II 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 a
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. 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, "You are quite right, Mr.
Wilson,
After the recitation was over Professor
Henderson called Wilson to his desk. ~
should like, Mr.. Wilson," he said, Ito OBJ
tain that copy of Horace from you when
you are through with it, if you have no