Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1906-10-05

Henry Graden, who fiourished In Heidel-
berg twenty years ago."
what, Won Stockmar? Little Her
mann? What good fellow he wasI Did
you ever hear him sing a song about
but, Of course, that's not possible. So
little Hermanns a professor, is he? Are
you under him?"
mo; I'm with Professor Marnac."
Graden walked across to the freplacs
and slowly filed a huge china pipe that
lay thereon. He lit it and. turning his
back to the empty crate, sent forth such
puffs of smoke that he spoke as from out
a cloud, mistily.
HE has made himself a great name,
this Marnac. How do you stand with
him, Cousin Roberto
IL don't quite know. was a great
favorite Of his in my first year"
"And now? Have you quarreled I"
"Well, not exactly; it's a foolish
story"
1.-THE foolish stories are often Of great
err interest than the wise ones"
well, cousin Graden," said 1, lean
ing back in my chair and lighting a fresh
cigarette, 'if you want to hear 1t, I'll
tell it you, and as shortly as may be.
1t began by the publication some six
months ago of Professor Marnac's cele-
brated book, Science and Religion
'Humphl a strong effort, full of sug-
gestions," he grunted; but brutal, cal
lous, and revolutionary. 1t had a mixed
reception, / believe"
1T had; and nowhere more so than
In this university. Won Stockmar fol-
lowed it by a pamphlet of unsparing
criticism, which split the students into
two bodies-the Marnac men and the
Stockmar men. 1t was a pretty quarrel,
and gave an excuse for a score of the In
evitable duels."
Did Marnac attempt a reprisalT
He did, and in the unusual form of
reading aloud Won Stockmar's attack
upon his theories to the class, of which
am member. He appealed to us for
sympathy. His agitation was remark
able. | declare that he snarled over his
opponents name like dog over a bone,
and a most unpleasant scene ended In a
fit from which we aroused him with
difficulty"
But this does not tell me how you
came to be involved" he cried sharply,
striding over to the table and Pumping
himself into a chair facing me.
Have patience, my impetuous cousin.
From the first l had always found a
friend in Won Stockmar. l liked him and
we met frequently. The second day after
the scene in the lecture-room I was walk
ing with the CHEEKY little man when we
CHANGED upon Marnac. He gave me an
ugly look, but said nothing. That night,
however, he came to these rooms and
abused me roundly. He reminded me
of the interest he had shown in my work,
called me a traitor to his party, and In
other ways behaved with a childish abb
surdity. Naturally, refused to give up
a valued friend
''You did right. But surely the affair
has blown over?'
ITO the contrary, the antagonism-on
Marnac's side. at least-has grown still
more bitter. Whenever l chance tn be
present, he misses no opportunity OK at
lacking my dear friend as he calls
Won Stockmar. in the most cruel and
vindictive fashion. My position at his
lectures is, / assure you, becoming most
uncomfortable"
You are too sensitive, Cousin Rob
ert. The absurdities of vain and jeal
GUS"
Graden checked his unfinished sent
ence with his nose cooked in the all
like gigantic terrier. Surprise and sus
picion were in his expression and atti
tude. Then he rose slowly, as with ar
effort and leaned forward across the
table, his knuckles resting on its edge
1--WE neglect our visitor" said h,
gravely. and at his words l turned sharp
ly in my chair.