Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-04-06
IN A MAZE
By JESSIE E. SHERWIN

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Copy rig M. 1920 western Newspaper Unionl
Here's number eleven. Hank,
,, spoke the foreman of the LeeSville
Clarion. as he handed a sheet of man
uscript TO his fellow compositor.
Loves Anguish read Hank
Evans. from the neat legible page. "OuI
sorrowful contributor is getting desper-
ate. And look. here's new dedication
First it was to E. Then after a cou-
pie of the illusions it was 'Eunicia.
Now it's to Eunicia L. OF course that
means the pretty daughter of Judge
Lancaster. Then again this persist
ent poet first signed his illusions j.
then Jerome Now it's Jerome T.
Eyes, and the boss editor says his
full name is Jerome ThurstOn. A pro
fesSor over at the academy at our
neiglTboring town of GlenwOod.'
He'd be passabIe if he harped on
something else besides longing. lasting
love-" commented Hank
For over two weeks each recurring
edition of the local paper had contain
ed verses from the pen of this very
regular contributor, and this was how
ii had come about:
Professor Jerome Thurston, thirty,
sedate, but at heart full of tender SEN
timent. had passed the Lancaster place
one day when he was halted by the
sight of young girl whose face was
to him the most enhancing he had ever
seen. It's owner was joined by young
lady about her own age.
"Who is that lovely being?" he asked
amid his rapture of another passerby.
"Oh, that is Miss Eunicia LancaS-
ter" came the wondering reply. and
the professor pursued his way in a
daze. Love fervent and instantaneous
had baniShed all other emotions.
Shy, reticent and rendered doubly
so by inexperience and retiring ways,
the professor nursed his love in secret,
but it finally found expression in poesy.
He was a fair rhymester and a ready
writer.
Upon the day when the last poem
appeared in the paper two men met
I in the village hotel.
''Well, have you found out who thSs
audaciOus poet isl" inquired the elder
of the twain.
Eyes, the editor told me. 1t is, as
we suspected, the college professor
down at GlenwOOd"
We'll, he is getting to the limit" re-
piled the other II can't have Eunicia
subjected to comment and ridicule
The man must understand the circum-
stances and is clear out of his mind
or seeks to annoy us"
Eyes, he must be stopped" was the
response. 81 have q plan to brighten
him into ceasing his strange poetic
bOmbardment"
At about dusk that same evening
these two individuals fingered near a
little thicket at the outskirts of Glen
wood, at a spot Professor Thurston
passed every day in his regular stroll
The latter finally appeared, his thought
ful face betraying abstraction, his
hands linked behind him.
what is this. fOotpads?" he ex-
claimed, as he was seized by the two
loiterers. He struggled, but they bore
away from the path and TO clear
space in the thicket.
''My friend" spoke the elder of the
two men. throwing narrow case upon
the ground. Eve have come here to
demand satisfaction. ! am the brother
Of Miss Eunicia Lancaster and this
gentleman is her affianced husband"
Her affianced husband" repeated
the professor in a hollow groan. 81
did not know. l fancied her heart
whole. Woe is mel"
And" spoke the other man, you
must at once recant your assumed de-
votion for Miss Lancaster and cease
to prosecute us with your ridiculous
pOetical notoriety, or defend yourself
with one of the two loaded weapons
in that case in duel to the death"
"Recant the honest sentiments
of my soul?" cried the professor. 'Nev-
CA 4Ou upOu a Ddltic- DE
it so. But If kill you-or if you kill
me? But what lists it. If Eunicia is
to become the bride of another. I do
not care to live"
The professor shook with emotion
and his observers knew not whether
to regard him as lunatic, or pity him
as an honest and hopeless lover
zone last glace at the fairest face in
the universe, photograph of my
Eunicia which / received from the viii
lage photographer. and / am ready for
the sacrifice" spoke professor, draw
ing the object in question from a pock-
ct near to his heart
Il say" bolted out Bob Lancaster,
observing the picture.
Not Eunicis at ALL" shouted her
fance. "Why, my man. this is not
Miss Lancaster, but she is a cousin,
Miss Myrtle Colby"
The professor looked bewildered. He
blurted out his story of his first sight