The Prescott daily news., 1918-02-15
WHY JESSIE PASSED
Copyright. 1917. by the Mcclure Newspa-
 per Syndicate)
By V. G. PERRY.


 story writers could use to start a novel; Here is the water, the moon. log, and man and girl-all at their best. Wouldn't 1t inspire any one" Jessie Wilson, the girl, laughed roguishly at the opportunity she had opened for the man at her side.
 "The lake is beautiful, with that moon ray glimmering from away out In the night, and the girl, too, is beau tiful, if she will pardon me for saying 1t :; but the man doesn't seem to fit into this beauty" Andrew Parson replied seriously.
 "How serious you are. If didn't know men we'll I would think you meant that, but you don't, do you" she asked.
 "Yes, all of it." he answered. "But let us talk of something else. You are going away tomorrow, aren't you?"
 ''Yes; back to the old city to write on examinations. I just hate school and examinations! I would make mis- takes on purpose if it wasn't for the disgrace dad and mother would think 1t. They want me to teach after go to normal, and I don't want to. I'm twenty now. A girl at twenty wants to have some fun, doesn't sheT
 Twenty is very young" he an swered. "But. tell me, why don't you want to teach7'
 Because I am not intended for teacher. just hate teaching and teachers. There's not one of them that Is nice-no. not one I have met" Her tone was decided.
 He smiled trifle, but the moon was behind a cloud and she could not see him. "You'll return next Monday, with 1t all over." he said when he spoke again.
 "Yes, I'll return to the incest sum- mer resort on earth to spend the sum- mer. Will you be herew
 "No, leave on Saturday."
 "You don't seem to be bit sorry," she pouted.
 "No, am not" He watched her face closely, and chuckled inwardly at the bout on her lips. "For, you see, am coming back a week from Saturday to spend two months vacation here," he continued.
 "Won't that be splendidw she ex- claimed, and her pleasure was ap- parent.
 The next morning he was at the sta ton to see her off and wish her luck.
 Tt will just be luck that will get me through" she said. T do not know a thing about algebra, and am sure I'll funk. The algebra teacher is wretch and I could never learn anything from him."
 After the train pulled out Parsons looked after it with sigh. "I wonder what she would think if she knew l was an algebra teacherr' he unused. 'T wonder what she would think if she knew 1 was going to mark the very paper she is afraid she will fail on. I won't know which one Is hers, though. thanks to the number system"
 For two days Andrew Parsons had been marking algebra papers, and he gave an ejaculation of thankfulness when he started to mark the last one of the pile. No. 6, was the only means of identification on the paper. The first solution was correct. It had been correct on 9S per cent of the other pa- pers. Not another answer was right.
 No. 6 was better at composition, he could tell that by the way the essay commenced. It was a girl, he could see by the writing. She had chosen the subject, "A Character Study in Everyday Life" As he read. Andrew became more and more interested"
 It was no wonder his cheeks burned. Such hero-worshiping description of himself, told in such glowing, original language, would make any man blush. He read and reread it. There was not fault to be found with it. It was the most wonderful composition he had ever read. The last paragraph partic- ularly abounded with praise and ended with the words: "A perfect man--a man any woman could worship" He undid the algebra bundle once more. No. 6 was right on top. He re- read the paper Forty marks were re- quired for a pass, and he had only given her ten. Yes, the paper was worth forty marks, and he was very glad he had reread it.
 The summer was drawing near an end-the most delightful summer An drew Parsons had ever had. He was waiting on the beach for Jessie. She came skipping out of the hotel, four tshinp a nanpr