The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-10-05


him, Cousin Robert?"
II don't quite know. I was a great
favorite Of his In my first year."
"And now? Have you quarreled r.
well, not exactly; it's q foolish
1 story"
1.-THE foolish stories are often Of great
er interest than the wise ones.'
swell, cousin Graden," said I, lean
ing back In my chair and lighting a fresh
/ cigarette, IF you want to hear It, I'll
tell 1t 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
"Humph! strong effort, full Of sug-
gestions," he grunted; ''but brutal, cal
lous, and revolutionary. 1t had mixed
reception, believe"
st 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. It was a pretty quarrel,
and gave an excuse for q score Of the in
evitable duels."
Ibid 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 q member. He appealed to us for
| sympathy. His agitation was remark
able. declare that he snarled over his
opponents name like dog over bone,
and most unpleasant scene ended in a
fit, from which we aroused him with
dificulty."
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 / had always found a
friend in Won Stockmar. liked him and
we met frequently. The second day after
the scene In the lecture-room 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 traitor to his party, and in
other ways behaved with childish abb
surdity. Naturally, refused to give up
valued friend"
"You did right. But surely the affair
has blown overT'
/
Marnac's side. at least--has grown still
more bitter. Whenever / chance to be
present, he misses no opportunity of 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 air
like gigantic terrier. Surprise and sus-
picion were in his expression and atti-
| tude. Then he rose slowly, as with an
| effort, and leaned forward across the
table, his knuckles resting on its edge
1--WE neglect our visitor" said he
gravely, and at his words / turned sharp
| ly In my chair.
CHAPTER II.
| In the shadows about the door, yet
outlined with sufficient clearness against
| the black oak of the wainscot. face
stared in upon us. Around the head,
crowned with black skull-cap, fell a
thick growth of white hair that was
saint-like in length and beauty; the
beard was Of the like venerable purity
In q man Of his apparent age the
| cheeks were curiously rosy, while the
hand that held open the door was small
as a woman's and delicate as old ivory.
For moment / thought that the eyes,
exaggerated by the convex pebbles of
great gold glasses, turned upon me with
| an expression of malicious satisfaction.
Yet this was but an impression, for the
gloom hung heavily about him where
he stood, and my sight had not been UNI
affected by nights Of study.
Twill not the gentleman step il? ?"
| Graden continued, with reproach at
my unhospitality in his voice.
/ Professor Rudolf Marnac-for 1t was
he who thus honored us-slid his dimin-
| utive figure through the door and adj
| vanced, with courteous inclination,
into the lamplight.
my dear young SIR" said he, in the
soft musical English with which it was
his custom to address me, 81 should not
have intruded myself at this late hour
but that am the bearer of painful news
which / felt it right to communicate to
you. Your friend, Hermann Won Stock
mar, died this evening Of acute inflam-
nation Of the lungs"
"Diedf" l cried in bewilderment.
"Why. passed him in the street at mid
day looking well and hearty"
Eyes, 1t Is even so, Mr.. Harland. One
moment a steady flame Illuminating this
university with its light; the next, a sigh
from the conqueror Death and It Is ex-
tinguished. The active brain Is still;
the pen, trenchant, incisive. destructive,
IL laid aside for ever"
i 1t was an impressive homily; but from
80 open and vindietive q foe 1t seemed
singularly inappropriate.
you seem surprised" he continued.
81 fear that encounters In the cause of
science may have led the public to be-
lieye that poor Won Stockmar and I
cherished personal animosities. If that
is so, trust you will use your influence
to contradict 1t. My sorrow Is already
heavy enough-without that unwarrant-
able suspicion"
!. The professor seemed deeply affected.
/, Removing his spectaeles he nullad from