The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1922-06-17
ne scientific world in a furry

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 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 pro
gressive thinker In small town. In
deed, 1t 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
It 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.
Good evening. gentlemen. /"
"You don't even have to say it," cut
in Jared, with flourish Of both hands.
1--WE 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 l 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-
tomolOgist living" he corrected care
fully. "And no wonder, sir; he's
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
his attention. "Gorry-but he was
cute one! Wish t had been my hat.
I'd "a had it framed, an labeled an
hung up on the wall there"
Eyes, remember" nodded the
Squire; then he added with a compla
cent smile: 1.-THE mischievOus little
lad used my overshoe for a fish-pond
once-I have that overshoe yet"
The stranger shifted from one foot
to the other.
"Yes. yes" he began, but"
you'd oughter seen him when old
Marvin used ter send him out to hoe
pertaters," cut in Jared gleefully.
"See here, gentlemen" broke in the
stranger pOmpOusly. with a shade OF
irritation in his voice. "Will you al
low me to speak? And will you inform
me what all this is aboutY'
about? Why. it's about Prof.
George Marvin, to be sure" rejoined
Squire Fletcher. pray, what else
should 1t be abOut?'
II guess you know what it's about
all right, stranger" chuckled Seth
WILDER, with shrewd wink. "You
can't fool us. Mebbe you're one o.
them fellers what thinks we don't
know enough ter 'preciate big man
when we've got him. No, STREE! We
amt that kind. Come, We needn't play
off no longer. We know why you're
here, an we're glad ter see We, an
we're proud ter show We the way ter
our professors. Come ont amt
fur"
The stranger drew back. His face
grew red then purple.
II should like to know" he sput-
tered thickly. II should like to know
If you really think that II have come
way up here to see this old bug man.
Why, man alive, l never even heard OF
him"
What" calculated three disbeliev-
ing voices, their owners too dunn
founded to take exceptions to the
sneer in tone and words. BOUNDS,
man what did you come for, them"
demanded the Squire.
The stranger raised his chin.
"See here, who do you think I ann"
he demanded pOmpously, as he
squared himself before them in all his
glory Of checkered trousers, tall hat,
and Haunting watchchain. "Who do
you think l am? l am Theophilus Au-
gustus Smythe. sir, advance agent and
head manager of the Kalamazoo None
Like-It Salve company. l came, sir,
to make arrangements for their ar
rival tomorrow morning. They show
in this town tomorrow night
For moment there was absolute
silence; then Seth WILDER spoke.
swell, by ginger - you y you'd
oughter have come ter see the pro-
fess6r, anyhow" he muttered, weak
ly. as he fell back in his chair. "Say.
Squire. member when Marvin"
Over the desk Theophilus Augustus
Smythe crossed his with so violent
an energy that the pen sputtered and
made two blOts.