Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-06-09

Professor Marvin Is now unanimously
conceded to be the greatest entomolo-
gist living. He knows his Hex-a-poda
and Myri-a-poda as the most of US
know our alphabet. The
humble home of the learned man has
become a Mecca, toward which both
great and small Of the scientific world
are bending eager steps. The
| career of Marvin reads like a ro-
nance, and he has fought his way to
his present enviable position by sheer
grit, and ability having had to combat
with all the narrow criticism and mis-
conceptions usual in the case of a pro-
gressive thinker in a small town. In
deed, it is said that even now his ma
tive village fails to recognize the
honor that is hers.
"Jehoshaphat !" exclaimed Seth VIII
Der family.
Fletcher folded the paper and
brought his fist down hard upon it.
There's more-a heap more" he
cried excitedly.
"But how-what-" stammered
Jared, whose wits were slow on I'M
trodden paths.
ITS old Marvin's son-don't you
see?" interrupted Squire Fletcher I'm
patiently. Hes big famous"
1t was on Monday, three days later,
that Jared, Seth and the Squire were
once more accosted In the hotel Office
by man they did not know.
you don't even have to say it," cut
in Jared, with flourish of both hands
I'VE know why you're here without
your telling"
AN you've come ter the right place,
sir-the right place" declared Seth
Wilbur, pompously. "What Professor
Marvin don't know about bugs an
spiders amt with KNOWN 1 tell We,
sir, he's the biggest entymollygist that
there is ter be found"
"That he is affirmed the Squire,
with an indulgently superior smile
toward Wilber-"the very greatest en-
living" he corrected care
fully. And no wonder, sir; hee
studied bugs from babyhood. I've
known him all his life-all his life,
sir, and I always said he'd make his |
mark in the world"
"Oh. but" began the stranger.
"Member when he took the par |
sons hat to catch butterflies in?"
chuckled Jared speaking to the |
Squire. but throwing furtive glances /
toward the stranger to make sure of I
,fe~
cute onel Wish t had been my hat.
ID "a had it framed. an labeled an
lung up on the wall there"
Yes. I remember" nodded the
Squire; then he added with compla-
,ent smile: 1.-The mischievous little
ad used my overshoe for fish-poni
'nce-I have that overshoe yet"
The stranger shifted from one foot
O the other
Yes yes" he began. but"
you'd oughter seen him when old
iarvin used ter send him out to hoe
ertaters." cut in Jared gleefully.
"See here, gentlemen" broke in the
pompously. with shade Of
in his voice. "Will you al
Dw me to speak? And will you inform
lie what all this is about?''
About? Why. it's about Prof.
ieorge Marvin. to be sure" rejoined
qulre Fletcher. pray, what else
hould 1t be about?'
II guess you know what it's about
Il right. stranger" chuckled Seth
'ilber. with shrewd wink you
mt fool u.s. Mebbe you're one O.
lem feliers what thinks we don't :
now enough ter 'preciate a big man {
hen we've got him. No. STREE! We {
mt that kind. Come. We needn't play {
no longer. We know why you're {
ere. an we're glad ter see We, an
ere proud ter show We the way ter J
lr professors. Come ont amt
IT." 7
The stranger drew back. His face t
ew red. then purple. 7
~ should like to know" he sput-
red thicsiy. ~ shogld like to know
you really think that IL have come c
ny up here 10 see this old bug man.
by. man alive. never even heard of q
N o. II
What" calculated three disbeliev- "
: voices, their owners too dunn n
unded TO take exceptions to the s.
eer In tone and words BOUNDS. II
IN .-what did you come for. thenr h
the Squire. II
The stranger raised his chin. Il
See here. who do you think I amp bl
demanded pomp0usly. as he a
Jared himself before fhem 10 all his u
NY Of checkered trousers tai hat "
hunting watchchain. "Wh0 do pa
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sfus smythe sir. advance agent and al
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