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Greece" which for the last six months
had been making its slow serial way
through the pages of the University
Bulletin sadly unnoticed amid
articles flashing with later-day inter
ests, of aeroplanes and electrical
engineering.
But recently his pale, classic flame
had been reinforced by a kindred
ray. Greek had joined Greek-a bril-
liant and masterful review of his
work had appeared in the pages of
the Bulletin" and had attracted
universal attention.
"Thucydides," as the writer signed
himself, did honor to his classic name
and fame, yet he welded a pen
tipped with modern fire. It was
brought to bear upon "The Compare
tive PHILOSOPHERS of Ancient Greece"
with touch that could both scorch
and illumine, "Thucydides" had not
only studied-he had travelled, he had
seen, he had delved in mines far be-
yond the professors reach; old libra
ries and old manuscripts had yielded
their treasures to him; he had caught
light in the pagan darkness which
the author of THE Comparative Phil
osophies of Ancient Greece" had
missed, and it shone radiantly from
his brilliant pages. 1t was the Light
of the old Greek sages, standing upon
their mountain tips, had seen family
flushing the Eastern sky, the Light
that was to renew the Earth.
The professor was a loving father.
His beautiful Iris was the idol of his
home and heart, but Iris and the
stormy scene of the morning were
altogether forgotten as the old Greek
student cut the leaves of the new
Bulletin" with trembling hands, to
find ''Thucydides" again in brilliant
evidence in it's pages-to see his own
loved work glowing under the re-
viewers pen as it never had glowed
to a readers eye before.
Il must know him. murmured the
professor, his authors soul stirred to
it's depths-'I must meet him. Such
scholarship, such sympathy, such
such appreciation of my years of
work And though we don't agree
about Aristotle, he puts his case fair
ly, and I'd like to argue it out with
him at leisure-Td travel a thousand
miles to meet this 'Thucydides face
to face" And, taking up his pen, the
professor indited letter, which he
directed, in care of the Editor of the
Bulletin" and dispatched it at once.
Il didn't think it of you, Jack,
couldn't" Mr.. Jack Devon's priestly
uncle and guardian leaned back in his
chair and surveyed his nephew with
unusual disapproval in his eyes.
After all my care of you, to fall in
love with an out-and-out little
heather"
"Oh, no, no, Uncle Hugh, not a
heathen!" protested the young man
eagerly. Rather a beautiful young
soul to whom faith has been denied.
She will turn to it-she is turning al
ready, like flower to the sun"
We'll, hope SO" answered Uncle
Hugh, with a doubtful sigh. For
your sake as well as hers, / hope so.
But l don't put much trust in Cupid
as missionary, JACK. It's not in his
line. l have no doubt the young lady
is most charming, or she would never
have won your heart; but she is of
heathenish stock that I fear will out
balance all your hopes for her. The
/ father is as out-and-out pagan as
ever lived before Christ. old Zeus'
our students used to call him from
the omniscient tone of the essays that
sometimes reached us on the other
side of the water; regular thunder
bolts of essays they were-thunder-
bolts without any lightning in them, =
added Father Hugh, with laugh.
How does he take to you, JACKIE"
"Take to mel" echoed the young
man lightly. Really, / haven't given
the old pater much thought. OF
course, l approached him as the con-
ventions demanded, and we had the
usual interview, during which he
seemed to be looking vaguely beyond
me into some Hellenic past. But the
mother has taken to me all right-a
dear little woman who regards the
professor as if he we're Zeus indeed, a
being throned on some far Olympian
heights, who must be loved and served
without question"
well, I'm glad they have some
Christian ideas about marriage, at
any rate" said the priest dryly; g
thought those might be pagan with al
the rest"
Now, don't, don't be too hard on
us, Uncle Hugh" Jack had seated
} himself on the arm of his uncle's
chair, and stolen a coaxing hand to
that gentleman's broad shoulder.
"Of course, / know that justly
naturally, and professionally you
have the right to kick, mean object
, but-Iris is an exception to all rules;
she is in a class by herself. If YOU
! could only see her, once know her-as
she is-you wouldn't blame me, you