Stetson Weekly Collegiate

3TET32N*W EL- STUDENTS' PUBLICATION csumm OF STETSON UNIVERSITY. VOL. XXIIf DE LAND, FLA., THURSDAY, APRIL 20, 1Q11. No. 22 xjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjt xjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjt XJtXJtXJt AAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAA XJt Xft X "MY DOUBLE." X X By 527. X A A xjtxjtxjtxjtxjt xjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjt xjtxjtxjtxjtxjt AAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAA (Continued from Last Week.) "You know I never drink," I answered. "That will do to tell the girls," he replied, "but I noticed that your glass was refilled at the dinner party the other evening oftener than were any of the others. And, by the way, Miss Runyon was there, too, and she seemed to be surprised that you did not speak to her. You had better keep on the right side of the old man's daughter if you want promotion you know." Suddenly a great light broke over me. My double had not been living quite the life that I had pretended to live. And I had thought that Mary had not intended to accept that invitation. I left my friend standing where he was and started on a run towards Mary's home. As I came near I saw her just returning from her morning drive so I knew that she was at home. However, the maid said, "not at home" in the most icy tones. I told her to tell her mistress that I had a very important communication to make to her but it was of no avail. I went on down to the office and confused more contracts in a day than an expert could straighten out in a month. That afternoon I sent my double back to Ithaca thinking to lock the barn even if the horse had already been stolen. I also wrote a long letter to Mary explaining everything, but it was returned unopened. My work suffered so now from my worrying that I was not surprised at the end of the month to receive a little note with my check saying that my services were no longer required. I was so completely undone that I was glad to secure a position as transit man with a construction party on the N. Y., N. H. & H. Railway. I made one more attempt to see Mary before leaving the city but in vain. As the construction train sped on towards the Mesicaw branch where I was to work, I did a great deal of hard thinking. I had certainly been an idiot. I would have to start all over again but if I put my best into this work another chance might open up for me. I was much pleased to learn that the Mesicaw branch was being extended through a particularly rugged portion of the Adirondacks. Here was a chance to forget my troubles in good hard work. I threw my whole self into the work and time went quickly. When the first of the year came I was told that the division chief had been promoted and that I was to take his place.' I was so busy in the new office that another year passed almost without my noticing it. And so years more might have passed had I not, one day, noticed an an- j nouncement of a Cornell Alumni Ball to be held at Ithaca the next week. It had been several years since I had seen many of my old classmates and I decided to go. Leave of absence was obtained after some delay and I got into Ithaca with just time enough to dress and get to the hall a little late. As I came into the room pleasant memories of old friends crowded over me. "Will Tom he here?" "I wonder if I will see old Bill," and similar questions passed through my mind. But the first person I saw was Mary Runyon. Memories of an entirely different nature came to me now. I withdrew into an alcove where I could be alone and sat down to think. Then a part of the story happened of which I did not learn for some time. Mary was crossing the floor and met Ben Wetherby and a friend of his. "Good evening Mr. Brown," she said to Ben, very formally. "Your mistake, Miss Runyon," said Ben's friend. "Allow me to introduce to you Mr. Wetherby of the class of '99." "It is not the first time I have been mistaken for Jim Brown," said Wetherby, and then he told the story of our partnership game, ending with the observation that he did not think that I would care now as he had not seen me for nearly two years and supposed that I was digging gold mines up in Alaska or something equally foolish. "Why, Jim is here this evening; I am sure I saw him a few moments ago," said the friend. Mary made no reply but turned and left the two men standing alone. A little later I felt a light hand on my shoulder and heard a sweet familiar voice say, "Jim, can you forgive me?" Mottoes From Shakespeare for Everybody The Bootblack—"Ay, there's the rub." Hamlet, III: 1. The Convict—"I have done the state some service." Othello, V: 2. The Landlord—"See what a rent." Julius Caesar, III: 2. Messenger Boy—"Shall I not take mine ease?" I Henry IV, III: 3. The Auctioneer—"I only speak right on." Julius Caesar, III: 2. Baseball Man—" Do not saw the air too much." Hamlet, III: 2. The Cook—"Such stuff as dreams are made on." Tempest, IV: 1. Diver—"I would fain die a dry death." Tempest, I: 2. Customs Collector—"Pass by and curse thy fill." Timon of Athens, V: 5. Hair Dresser—"Framed to make women false." Othello, I: 3. The Gambler—"I have set my life upon a cast." Richard, V: 4. The Barber—"Make each particular hair to stand on end." Hamlet, I: 5. The Fisherman—"I could a tale unfold." Hamlet, 1:5. Ex.