Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1936-03-21


If It does not run to a great amount
do not bother about It.
Send me your letters in an enve'
lope addressed to me. viii stamp an<
forward them. Tel your correspondent
4 to address you In care OF me. Do no
forget this. II you have the Pacific
Monthly advertisement you win know
our itinerary. don't think It Is s1b5eci
70 change. 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 US,
understand.
Nov, see here. You tell me, open
any Of your letters. have to reserve
the right TO do this, at any time. Il Is
not that I want to pry into your affairs.
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 q
Rho, too. A Rho is supposed, as you
wen know, to be an honorable man
whatever misfortunes he may meet. You
remember that do not want to rub it
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.
"FTafernally yours
WESLEY D. HINES"
Thus it was that manila envelopes
addressed to young Prof Hines began
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 CBeve-
land, o., one to DR.. Charles d. Corson,
Ashtabula, o., and the third TO Miss
Anne CorSon, of the same address IN I
Ashtabula. At lilo, the first letters
came, in reply. One was on elaborate /
stationery, and one was the round, care /
ful writing of a little girl, and the
third, Yves guessed, was In the hand
writing Of man. He guessed he didn't
really know. After considerable thought
Yves opened all the letters. They were
addressed to Mr.. 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.
Parker in his durance vile. He didn't
read single one Of them, but he no.
biced signature, Your loving father"
and Yves nodded to himself, and felt
she warm elation which conduct that
IS brave to rashneSs and we'll inten-
Toned sometimes brings
If anyone on the ship had happened
% ask him who this William D. Corsonl
night be, and why letters for Corson
we're being entrusted to his care, Yves
lad story all ready, a story that was
he product Of thought and wakeful- ]
less and qualms, for Yves was a truth !
III man. However, nobody ever asked
lin. Yves was Just about as much Of ;
success with his colleagues and his {
tudents as he had been in his own {
chool. People would say Of him at /
irst: well. A good, steady sort of I
elbow, a little solemn, little too Sc
ious, perhaps little pompous" Then
hey'd get to know him better, and to
Ike him better, too. Tt wasn't long
efore his students decided that Yves \
new his stuff, and a few of them we're
ears older than he was, at that. Soon
hey came to the conclusion that Yves
expected them to know their stuff
$50. ne WASN'T sarcastic, and he wasn't
muSing, or at least not consciously so,
nd he made no effort to electrify his
laSSeS. Certainly he wasn't any David
Tune or any David Ricardo, but he t
as a good, solid, hard working, per- r
)iring teacher, and his sincerity was +
S apparent as 1t was real. Whatever u
lrrent belief may be, college students &
rent really SO stupid, and in the
purse of a year or less they'll take n
FlAA-A
no tries to teach them. Also, of course, G.
les wore the halo that rightly belongs q
All-Americans, and for 20-year- Odds q
has a bright refuigence. q
AS for the faculty, Yves was getting
] right well with them. Most Of them W
ere clever men and genial men, rath- n
more genial than most college pro- 4
ssors are, and easy of approach. They u
ere older than Wes and more learned, e,
Id had more background, and greater 81
.perience Some OF them would Joke 81
It'll Yves about his earnestness, and his
and his mental Disturbance
hen his thirsty students would gag at
e Pierian Spring. Yves took 1t well
lough. They'd also ask with q great
ow OF interest about the pretty CO.
S who flooked to his classes. Rather
ach men, any time" Yves would say,
ID they'd laugh, but most Of them
lderstood his point Of view. For q
Jung teacher, co-eds, whether pretty
not, are apt TO be in the nature OF
nuisance. Yves didn't f1irt with any
them. He didn't drink when he went
bore: all he wanted to do was to look
museums and places Of historic In
'est, and ruins. A good ruin bright
ed up his whole day.