Evening star., 1934-03-04

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--IVERTON STOKES. profess
of entomology turned
his interest from Q fine
specimen Of mourning cloak,
euvanessa antiopa, to con-
slider Miss Nichols, senior 4
student, with annoyance. a ~
"Well?"
IT'S about making up the last
exam" began Miss Nichols.
Sadly Prof. Stokes brushed the
phyium arthropoda, order lepidoptera.
subdued rhopalocera family nymph-
alidae from his mind What exam
nation had she missed? Who was
this young red headed woman?
Miss Nichols was saying, foot
hill excursion and couldn't take the
exam-but you said I might make
it up"
He frowned What is your ex-
cuse?" -
Miss Nichols did not sulk, or fidget,
or blush stammer She tossed her
head. 1t nettled him.
Il shopping"
"Shopping?"
"For a new hat-this hat!"
His attention directed to it. Prof. Tiverton
Stokes regarded the vivid green leaf with its
impudent erect bow which she called hat.
II am afraid Miss Nichols" and the profess
sor looked stern and uncompromising, Il do
not find that a sufficient excuse"
mr. Stokes! Don't you like it?"
Miss Nicholls!" Prof Stokes stormed to his
feet and then stood helplessy. After all, you
cannot storm successfully from height Of
feet down upon feet l. The very notion
was unchivarous.
what I mean to say is-you-have you no
serious interest in this course, Miss Nicholls?"
"Oh, yes" whispered Miss Nichols, smiling
and half-closed her eyes. Prof. Stokes wished
she wouldn't. 1t did things to his respiratory
system.
IE WAS confounded, for suddenly she
T opened her eyes full, looking into his.
Never in his % years-fve spent in hauling re-
bellious students through zoology courses
had he encountered eyes of such deep green.
His mother had warned him about girls with
green eyes, Prof Stokes put . hand on his
desk to steady himself.
He scolded lamely, why did you sign up in
this course?"
"well I needed four more science units and
butterflies and moths are so pretty
"You took entomology because butterflies are
pretty?'
"why else would you study them? Their
life isn't very interesting"
o~cf Stokes gasped.
-. a Miss Nichols threw back her bright
he and laughed.
r--.e -'uffy little Office awoke and echoed her.
The Scared, dull woodwork, the indistinct,
shabby wall paper receded. There were only
the butterflies and moths and shippers, hum
dreds of them-scarlet, blue, green gold, black,
white. violet-beating lifeless wings against the
chill glass of the cases in amusement.
Said Prof Stokes, II do not see anything to
laugh at"
Don't you? I'm sorry, really I am, pro-
fessor I guess you think I'm just "a social
butterfly
The green leaf wagged from side to side.
Don't pretend That is what you think, only
YOU don't want to hurt my feelings Every
body says haven't any brains-that I'm just
. butterfly"
sit down." commanded Tverton Stokes,
gravely For, of course, any entomologist y
1t ease with butterfly.
sYes, sir" said Miss Nichols and obeyed.
"Of course, you must make q collection.
Have you a net?'
"Yes," flashed Miss Nichols, "and . car.
What day can you go?"
Now this the phenomenon-that Prof.
Stokes, whose pupils said he carried mothba1ls
in his pockets to keep from being eaten alive,
should find himself in a humming roadster
beside red-haired girl on an opalescent after.
noon in early May.
DROF TIvERTON STOKES leaned toward
! Miss Dina Nichols. He thought that her
dark lashes lifting and falling over her eyes
were nightly like the wing tips Of monarch
without the spots Of course.
Said Dina. "Rhopalocera are butterflies"
"And SHIPPERS" automatically.
"And shippers" She rewarded him with .
flicker of green eyes. "Wm you hunk me II
q. I can't remember"
Prof. Stokes smiled experimentally and took