The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1895-05-30
A FRESH PROFESSOR.

w. 80 eA'NA eNhN AS 'pS -
don of Exham college, Oxford. We both
bore the same name - Unwin-Jones.
Why Dame Fate should have gifted two
such antitheses with similar names, why
she should have brought us to one and
the same college is inscrutable. lido not
upbraid. l thank her from the bottom
Of my heart. forget the frayed shirts,
'dickeys'' and antediluvian collars of
me. l do not regret my wines, but not
the bills therefor, that went to his cellar
instead of to my humble cupboard. l
forgive the torn envelopes in ladies'
hands marked mot for Professor Jones"
everything, and why?
1t was a sunny afternoon in the merry
month of May as l returned at 3 O'Clock,
in tiannels and a blazer, from an hours
tagging at the cricket nets, and tripped
up the stairs of my digs" that over
looked the dear old college gardens,
whistling 'Oh, Phyllis Mine!" l burst
open the door, and Are visions
about?' anne the lightning thought, as
/ saw, seated in the armchair by my
window, gazing out or the glories of the
horse chestnuts opposite, II of the-no!
the wide Subsequent events')-most
charming little girls I have ever seem!
By the side of the armchair was q lee
ture note book, and what l knew only
too we'll to be Herr Crammer's Latin
Prose. She rose, bowed deferentiallv,
and somewhat nervously began "Oh,
Professor Jones, l am SO sorry l am late!
Mr.. Boothby of Gamaliel said he hadn't
time to look over my prose, and asked
."e to bring it to you at 4 AS, and said,
as you sometimes took his work. you
would correct it for me"
l saw it all, or rather | saw nothing
but her--slim, petite, with stray strands
OF nut brown hair peeping from beneath
a dainty straw hat trimmed with mar
guerites. The porter had directed her to
my rooms instead of to those Of the pro-
fessor II gave him a sovereign at the end
of term). One more to the long list of
mistaken identities, but worth them all.
Should I undeceive her? And I thought
Of the dryasdust Jones. He wa the sea
monster, l was Perseus, and she was
Andromeda. "a thousand times no."
said my heart. l shall be a professor
for 80 minutes! With all of him I could
muster, and REINFORCED by my gold rim
med pince neg
"Ah!-er-let me see. what-or-is
your name?]"
Ethel Mayner," said Ethel-red, for
the rosy hue had mounted to her cheek,
as it did to Virgil's Venus, "Im-I'm
one of MI. Boothby's extension pu-
pills"
"Of course" l said and looked pro-
fessorially at a card 1 picked up, "here's
your name"
1t was a card of the XL's summer
term fixtures. Inwardly I vowed it
would be more extension" than .lec-
ture." But did she think l was a pro-
fessor? Could she not see my chin, in
nocent Of a razor-the galaxy of London
actresses O my mantelpiece, the hunt
ing sketches, my bat onrhe table, the
siphons cheek by jowl with McTavish's
"best?" Did professors play banjos and
whistle "Oh, Phyllis Nine" as they
bounded up to ~unravel the mysteries Of
"Oratio ObliquaS with fair pupils? l
stified surmise and lived only in the
present and the sunshine of-Ethel. She
resumed her seat, and l rang the bell
Up came the landlady.
Bring up tea for two, Mrs. Grabbs, "
l said, land end out for the best cake
Boffins have in the Acknowledgement
the premises"
"Oh, professor" she ~interposed,
please don't trouble about tea for me. "
Madam" l rejoined, I'VE cannot
discuss the position Of Cesar in winter
quarters or that plebeian bricklayer
Balbus without some light refreshment.
Come, let US commence. Bring your
chair up to the table" Ooh, how brutal
Of me! And / would have carried ii
miles for her dear sake, but I was q
professor And she drew her chair SC
close to mine that l could almost
Page 21."I grunted, with a beating
heart, for l knew that the sentences
were plain sailing till about page 80.
"Oh, no." she said. I'm at page
21Or"
My heart sank, at least such of it q,
was not in my mouth. How could
twice plowed fresher essay the snare.
and pitfalls Of page 40?
"The passage begins" she contin
ned, Tho rotation Of crops and end
at rustic simplicity
1t was hopeless. She, Ethel-well-read
was an "Honors" candidate, and /, thu
unread-y, nothing but a manufacture
Of "howlers'' and classical faux pas.
"Er-er, ah-let me see, err
/ gasped, and her deep brown eyes
with a look Of incipient perplexity, me
mine. Her hands were toying with tn
handle Of my bat. Would it had bee
me! KS
II used the word ~rotatio, " she sale
Il hope it's not too doggy"
"Oh, no." sighed, tits an exec
lent word-used by BONN, I believed
How could any word she used /
wrong? / thought only Of the miserab.
Don Jones from whom l had saved he