The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-03-09
C6ntinued from Saturday.

= LSOUIlnUE0 N16L0AAe@de
= 1,enr no tll VII with regard to
the shooting" went on the newcomer
He took OF his derby h;it and rnefui
IL regarded Il hole through the crown
Ills laid head seemed SiuaiiElriS fr1Ink
and naked above fa;.e of 80 many
disnlses. '.It is only natural thai
men atone, on II :nuuutuin should de
fend themselves :l.om invaders ut =
:n the morning. My escape wis mar
ro.v. tint there IS no III will
He hlTlktd ahuut him. his breath
white; cloud in the cold room
life. ytfting gentlemen." he remark.
ed. setting down his bag and h.IniiIG
a greco /, tiIa5i,rclla against f. rh;ls ,sitf
SURPRISES even ut sixty twp! Z, ..lStT
night was enScontNSi, hS my avn II 5
brary Ere. preparing Il paper on 5l"-Z
: Pagan ...raiSS:,uee- fhni@ht am o.
BaldBate- mo intafa, with a perfpratiun
in my hat mid ~ IS
MIR. Bland shivereds sBm-going BACK
TO bed hessaid ia disgust. ",
"isirst,'' went on the gentleman with
the perforated derby Permit me ITO
introduce myself am Professor
Thaddeus Bolton. aud hold the chair
ern university"
Mr. Maggie took the nlittened hand
of tile professor.
Glad to see you, I'm sure, he said.
MY name is AIugee. This is Mr.. Bland
he Is impetuous, but estimable.
trust you will forgive his first salute.
What's a bullet among gentlemen? 1t
seems to me that as explanations may
- &c, vn anl6
we would do well to; go up to my room.
wlldrei there is fire.
- sDelighted,r. cried the, old man. -
shres 1elohE 10. see one Let as go TO
4 Sotfr fe6om by an means. ~
NE: y Band GIkily stalksd TO his mat
tFess and Shcnredr q gaylYs e6loreda bed
squut which heo wound about his thin
forum %. - ,1srsSss sNr ssS h''1
This is, positively the last experience
meeting attend tonight he growled-
They assembled to No. z. The pro,
lessor removed, along with other i'm
pedimenta. his ear tabs, which were
connected bysa rubber.coed. He waved
them ike risky detached ears before
him.
,"An old mans weakness" he re-
marked Foolish they may seem to
Ees But i assure you'll found them
useful. companions in climbing Bald
I tafn ut this hoAr. -.
y Hut I sam not here to apologize for
my apparel, am I? Hardly, ,Yoq are
sa ying to yourselves why is he hereg
Yes, that is the question that diSturbs
you. What has brought this domes-
ticated college professor scampering
from the Pagan renaissance to Bald
pate inn? For answer, / must ask
you to go back with me weeks time
and gaze at a picture from the rather
dreary academic Kaleidoscope that is
my life.
II am seated back OF desk on a
platform in bare yellow room. In
front Of me, tier on tier, sita hundred
young men in various attitudes of in
attention. / am trying TO tell them
something of the ideal poetry that
marked the rebirtb of the SIxon gen
ius. They are bored. I-weli, gentle
men, in confidence, even the mind, of
n college professor has been known ta
wander at times from the subject in
hand And then-I begin to read
poem-a poem descriptive of a woman
dead GOO years and more. All, gentle
mem 'ast7S7
He sat erect on the edge OF his great
chair. Back of the thick lenses OF his
spectacFes he had eyes tat still could
flash. .a
This is not an era q romance he
said "our people grub In the dirt for
the dollar Their visions perish. Their
souls grow stale. Yet now and then.
ut most inopportune times. comes the
flash that reveals TO Us the glories that
might be-"
Mt. Bland wrapped his gay quilt
more securely about him. AIR. Magee
smiled encouragement on the newest
raconteur.
al shall be BRIEF continued Profess
scr Bolton. Heaven knows that ped
agogic room was no place for visions.
nor were those athletic young men ht
companions for soul gone giddy. Yet
IL lost my head. AS read on there |
returned to my heart glow had not |
known in forty years. The bard spoke |
OF her hair:
Her yellow locks. crisped like golden wyre. |
about her,shouiders were loosely shed.
And saw, as in dream-ahem, can
trust You, gentlemen-a girl ! supposed |
/ had forever forgotten in the mold
and dust of my later years. / viii not
go further into the matter. My wife's
hair is black.
"And reading on. but losing the
thread Of the poets eulogy in the gold
en- fabric of my resurrecfed dream, It
came to me to compare that maid
knew in the long ago with the women
/ know today. All, gentlemen. Lips
made but for smiling ding weighty ar
guments on the uno6ending atmos- /