The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-03-27
SEAL OF
BROTHERHOOD
take a chance on it. As to the postage,
If it does not run to a great amount
do not bother about it.

"Send. me your letters in an enve,
1ope addressed to me. I will stamp ana
forward them. Tell your correspondents
to address you in care OF me. 10 not
forget this. If you have the Pacnlc
Monthly Mo- THY advertisement danat fS,yyG you T. T y su kdeM
to change. 1 would advise you to write
to the principal ports, In any case,
rather than to the small oneS: HOW
ever, mail should catch up with u.s. l
understand.
"Now, see here. You tell me, open
any of your letters. I have to reserve
the right to do this, at any time; 1t is
However, I suppose there must be some
sort of censorship where you are. I DO
not know.
you are asking me to do this, as a
Rho. Just remember that you are a
Rho, too. A Rho Is supposed, as you
we'll know, to be an honorable man
whatever misfortunes he may meet: Yo y
in. You have plenty of trouble.
IF I did not think you had 1t In
you to correct your mistakes, and to be
straight and honest, I would not agree
to do what you ask.
"Frate a7aaIE1 70 yours, u1nEs.
Thus it was that manila envelopes
doO4C ooC0 Y " yOul1S 14O4s 44A44Co SS6oAA
to follow the S. S. Moldavia. They came
to Colon, to Los Angeles, to Honolulu:
He sealed the letters within, and
stamped them, and sent them on their
way. There would be three OF them;
one to Miss Reba Parsons of Cleve-
Ashtabula, O., and the third to Miss
Anne Corson, of the same address in
Ashtabula. At Hilo, the first letters
came, in reply. One was on elaborate
stationery, and one was the round, care
full writing of a little girl, and the
third, Yves guessed, was in the hand
writing W. tin t Of a man asaa. HI guessed he didn't
We opened all the letters. They were
addressed to MI. William D. Corson,
care of Prof. Wesley D. Hines, and Yves
knew that wouldn't do. So he took
fresh envelopes, and put the letters in
side, and addressed them to Frank L.
read a single one of them, but he no.
ticed a signature, your loving father"
and Yves nodded to himself, and felt
the warm citation which conduct that
is brave to rashness and well inten-
toned sometimes brings.
If anyone on the ship had happened
to ask him who this William D. Corson
might be, and why letters for Corson
were being entrusted to his care, Yves
had a story all ready, a story that was
the product of thought and wakeful-
ness and qualms, for Yves was a truth
full man. However, nobody ever asked
him. Yves was just about as much Of
students as he had been in his own
school. People would say of him at
first: well. A good, steady sort of
fellow, a little solemn, a little too Sc
rious, perhaps a little pompous." Then
they'd get to know him better, and to
lilo 1,iro Hnffnr TN IT, yryoct,f 1Nrr
before his students decided that Yves
knew his stuff, and a few of them were
years older than he was, at that. Soon
they came to the conclusion that Yves
expected them to know their stuff
also. He wasn't sarcastic, and he wasn't
amusing, or at least not consciously.so,
and he made no effort to electrify his
Hume or any David Ricardo, but he
! was a good, solid, hard working, per-
spring teacher, and his sincerity IA
as apparent as it was real. Whatever
current belief may be, college students
aren't really so stupid, and in the
rather an accurate measure of the man
who tries to teach them. Also, of course
Yves wore the halo that rightly belongs
to Al1-AmericanS, and for 20-year-oldS
1t has a bright refulgence.
AS for the faculty, Yves was getting
Oll IlS1lG well Will GllG1l. N1OSG VI Ll1SI1
were clever men and genial men, rath-
er more genial than most college pro-
fessors are, and easy of approach. They
were older than Yves, and more learned,
and had more background, and greater
experience. Some Of them would joke
with Yves about his earnestness, and his
seriousness, and his mental disturbance
when his thirsty students would gag at
the Pierian Spring. Yves took 1t well
enough. They'd also ask with a great
show of interest about the pretty CO.
eds who flocked to his classes. Rather
teach men, any time" Yves would say,
and they'd laugh, but most of them
understood his point of view. For q
young teacher, goods, whether pretty
or not, are apt to be in the nature Of
a nuisance. Yves didn't flirt with any
of them. He didn't drink when he went
ashore; all he wanted to do wa to look
at museums and places of historic in
terest, and ruins. A good ruin bright
ened up his whole day.