Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1895-07-25

TO smile. and a regular grinder" Sto.
ries were abundant about some love af.
fair that he had while u student ut Yale,
and of a girl whom he had been engaged
to who left him for q wealthier man and
a trip to Europe.
But stories about college professors
are common. and no pays much at.
tentiOn to them. No m supposed that
Billie Henderson could ever have
thought much Of anything except Latin.
Every time that Wilson took UP his
Horace to study his eye caught sight
of Mary or "Mollie" or Name"
One day, in looking e the notes in
the back Of the book Wilson made a
discovery. Down in the corner of a
page In the same handw riting was 'A!y
Mary
I'D like to know who that fellow was
and what became of Mary" thought
Wilson. what a nice little plot for !
true story! l could make out a whole
love affair from these names in the
book. Let's see. Something like this:
Chapter I. Student comes to New
Haven 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 club
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
parlor; Mary, beautiful and collected.
seated on q sofa. Student, with one
hand in coat packet standing by CRATE
fire, with elbow on mantel. He com.
plains of his hard luck In Horace; 10
sure 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 10 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 Nv. The fellow goes to his
and writes My Mary in his Hor-
ace and t'unks on the exam"
Suddenly another idea struck him.
He turned around and started for his
room. On reaching it he took q 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! l never thought of it. hut
l suppose his name is really William"
said Wilson to himself. "He could
never have owned this book. though,
for he must have been a 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 to
the classroom on the mex day. They
would do some reading at sight. he ex-
| planned. and the class would be allowed
to 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 to
him was the n which the former own
err 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. and when called on
translated with some fluency and sat
down.
The professor looked over the top of
his glasses and said, rather sternly: II
do not understand, Mr.. Wilson. how
you obtain the meanings that you give
to some of the words"
Wilson hesitated a moment. and then
a happy thought struck him. Something
his mind.
81 think, professor" he said. that my
text must differ from yours"
"Ah!' said the professor. let me
see your text
The professor took the book and
glanced over the page. His expression
changed in n 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, 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.
ITO obtain that copy of Horace from
you when you are through with 1t, II
you have no objection to parting with
It. It's an odd edition, you KNOW" he
added, in explanation, land IL should
like to have 1t to compare, with other
texts"
"Well, I'll be blowed!' exclaimed VIII
son, as o us he was well away from
the recitation-rOom. "Who would have
thought It'll"
And he buttoned up his coat and hur-
ried to his room to tell the story to
Johnson.-Chicago News.
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spite Of their eagerness, their push,
their desire to be in the front rank at
all times and all seasons, the r Amer
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