Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1906-09-21

1enry Graden, VINO hourished In Heidel-
berg twenty years ago."
What. Won Stockmar? Little Her
manni What good fellow he was! Did
you ever hear him sing q song about
but, Of course, that's not possible. So
little Hermann's a professor, is he7 Are
you under himr
mo; I'm with Professor Mmnac."
Graden walked across to the fireplace
and slowly filed huge china pipe that
lay thereon. He lit 1t and. turning his
back to the empty CRATE, sent forth such
puffs Of smoke that he spoke as from out
cloud, mistily.
He has made himself a great name,
this Marnac How do you stand with
him, Cousin Robert2"
II don't quite know. I was great
favorits of his in my first year."
And now? Have you quarreledT
well, not exactly; it's q foolish
story"
THE foolish stories are often Of great
er interest than the wise ones"
"Well cousin Graden," said I, lean
Ing back In my chair and lighting a fresh
cigarette, "if You want to hear 1t, III
1t began by the publication some six
months ago OF Professor Marnac's cele-
brated book, Science and Religion
'Humph! a strong effort, full Of sug-
gestions," he grunted; but brutal, cal
lous, and revolutionary. 1t had a mixed
reception. l believe"
ut had; and nowhere more so than
in this university. Won Stockmar fol.
lowed 1t by pamphlet Of unsparins
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 q score Of the In.
evitable duels."
did Marnac attempt a reprisalY'
He did, and in the unusual form OF
reading aloud Won Stockmar's attack
upon his theories to the class, Of which
l am a member. He appealed to us fol-
sympathy. His agitation was remark
able. l declare that he snarled over his
opponents name like a dog over a bone
and most unpleasant scene ended in q
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 q
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. Fhat 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 overY
ITO the contrary, the anita gonism-on
Marnac's side. at least-has grown still
more bitter. Whenever l chance to be
present, he misses no opportunity of at
tacking my dear friend as he calls
Won Stockmar, In the most cruel and
vindictiye fashion. My position at his
lectures is, l assure you, becoming most
unendurable."
"You are too sensitive, Cousin Rob
ert. The absurdities Of a vain and jeal-
GUS"
Graden checked his unfinished sent
ence with his nose cooked in the air
like a 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.
"We neglect our visitor" said he
gravely, and at his words turned sharp
ly in my chair.