The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1906-09-27

thoughtfully that he mounted the
stairs to the next floor taking two at
time.
He remembered that same buoy
ancy in the Professor when the pa
triarchal beard had been brown, end,
coupled with badness and compare
tive youth, sufficiently incongruous
to suggest the possibility of hair re-
storer applied absent mindedly to
The wrong place.
A spirit Of hustle and rejuvenation
pervaded the Survey; the field par
ties were assembling day by day from
all quarters, and exchanging speci-
mems md experiences.
In corridor Professor Gorthwick
happened upon a man fresh from the
centre-to him-of vital interest.
They paused for an interchange of
greetings. The Professor was popu-
lar with the younger generation fol-
lowing his footsteps in the North
west; it's solitudes bore everlasting
witness of him and of their esteem,
even though the Theory should PASS,
in Borthwick mountain, a Borth-
wick river, and lakes to match.
"A successful season, I hope, Till
MANI" said the Professor punctilious-
ly, but with an undernote of eager
ness in his voice that was unmistak-
able.
That's for you to decide, Profess
sor," the younger man replied.
There's grateful of specimens wait
irg for you, some of them new, I
think. We followed up the west
fork of the Borthwick and explored
one of the unknown tributaries. A
wonderful country, but the difficult
ties"
mo doubt, no doubt" interrupted
the Professor gently; transport. prob
lens were mere details. and he ant
ed facts. Come to my room when
you have a moment to spare" he
pursued. II should be glad to note
down everything likely to be of SER
vice in my researches"
He proceeded down the corridor
and reached the door labelled with
his name.
His stenographer, Miss Dickson,
was seated at her desk, studying the
stock and share column of the morn
ing paper.
Good morning." said the Profess
sor, with the same jubilance he had
evinced toward the janitor. What
delightful day."
Good morning." said Miss Dick
son, without looking up. She never
encouraged the Professor to be en-
thusiastic at $50 a. NJ; it involved
working through the luncheon hour
without break, which was bad for
both of them.
"A delightful morning." pursued
the Professor, unchilled. When not
conversing ACCIDENTALLY he tried to
be conventional, and became COM
monplace. II believe the market is
going up" he added, after a pause
and flash of inspiration.
Down." replied Miss Dickson,
pursuing the damping process.
She dabbled mildly in shares, and
the Professor heard of her ventures
with the puzzled interest that a man
with banking account and no use
for money would naturally evince to-
ward woman with gambling pro-
pensities-and a salary.
Next to the Theory, Miss Dickson
was an indispensable adjunct to the
Professors welfare. Every New
Years Eve check, for the purchase
of additional shares, lay on her desk,
presented with the gratitude and es-
TEEN Of J.. Borthwick.'
She was a little, energetic woman,
agreeable, we'll educated, well read;
ten years as the Professors secre-
tary had grounded her so effectually
in the Theory and all pertaining to
it that she had become a source Of
reference on the subject, consulted
by the Professor and the geological
staff, Unfortunately. A kindly ma
ture enhanced her mental attain
ments, coupled with an assured man.
ner. She was self-sacrificing and
self-assertive as occasion demanded,
championed her chief in public, and
bullied him in private as one who
knew his weaknesses and corrected
his spelling.
He turned to. his desk and the
morning $ correspondence. Miss Dick
son laid aside her paper.
THE new batch of fossils came in
this morning, she said. II had them
arranged in the sampling room.'
II met Tillman as Hcame In the
Professor replied; from what he
said it's just possible they have hap
pened upon something new"
He reverted to his letters. Moth
ing of importance-ah, yes, unfortu-
nately-a reminder from the Editor
of The Scientific Journal about the
contribution ! promised. He shall
have that note on Fossil Fish Tooth
from the Devonian-when it's I'm
ished, only referred again to
the letter and glances toward the
sampling room door regretfully
he wants It at once.
And you want to get to the fos-
sils, so The Journal must wait"
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