CHAPTER XXI.
THE RIVAL PROFESSORS.
Professor Jenks and Professor Scotch were rivals.

Each admired and sought to win the affections of a widow of uncertain years, who lived in Fardale village.
For some years Professor Gunn's two assistants had been very friendly, but Nancy Cobb, the widow spoken of, was the rock on which they split.
Their jealousy often caused them to completely forget their dignity, and they did things that made them utterly ridiculous in the eyes of all beholders.
As yet, neither had possessed nerve enough to propose to the widow, and so, wishing to make a sure catch, the elderly lady had clung to both, ready to jump at the first one who should offer himself.
The cause of the ill-will existing between the under professors was well known to the cadets at Fardale Academy, and had provided them with no small amount of sport.
Now it happened that Tad Jones, a village lad who was very well known to Frank Merriwell, was the nephew of the coquettish widow, and the widow made her home with Tad's father and mother.
Tad was a lively youngster, who liked fun, and, in more ways than one, he was "a thorn in the flesh" unto his aunt.
One day he succeeded in seeing Frank, whom he informed that he had put up another joke on his Aunt Nancy.
"I've been imertatin' her handwritin' lately," said Tad, "and I've got so I can scrawl jest like her.

Old Scotch and Jenks ain't never run onto each other at our house, but I've fixed it." Tad grinned gleefully, as he made this declaration.
"Fixed it, how ?" asked Frank.
"Why, I writ 'em both a letter, askin' 'em to call to-night at eight o'clock, and I signed Nancy's name.

I made the letters jest a little spooney, but not too much so.

I'll bet they'll be tickled to death, and they'll come sure." "And meet there ?" "Yep." "There's liable to be trouble." "That's what we're lookin' for," chuckled the fun-loving youngster.
"Oh, if they'd jest fight!" "I'd like to see the circus." "Come on over." "I don't know as I can get away.