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Michael Shepard
Once upon a time in Colorado lived a man named Abednego Danner and his wife, Matilda. Abednego Danner was a professor of biology in a small college in the town of Indian Creek. He was a spindling wisp of a man, with a nature drawn well into itself by the assaults of the world and particularly of the grim Mrs. Danner, who understood nothing and undertook all. Nevertheless these two lived modestly in a frame house on the hem of Indian Creek and they appeared to be a settled and peaceful couple.
The chief obstacle to Mrs. Dannerâs placid dominion of her hearth was Professor Dannerâs laboratory, which occupied a room on the first floor of the house. It was the one impregnable redoubt in her domestic stronghold. Neither threat nor entreaty would drive him and what she termed his âstinking, unchristian, unhealthy dingusesâ from that room. After he had lectured vaguely to his classes on the structure of the Paramecium caudatum and the law discovered by Mendel, he would shut the door behind himself, and all the fury of the stalwart, black-haired woman could not drive him out until his own obscure ends were served.
It never occurred to Professor Danner that he was a great man or a genius. His alarm at such a notion would have been pathetic. He was so fascinated by the trend of his thoughts and experiments, in fact, that he scarcely realized by what degrees he had outstripped a world that wore picture hats, hobble skirts, and straps beneath its trouser legs. However, as the century turned and the fashions changed, he was carried further from them, which was just as well.
On a certain Sunday he sat beside his wife in church, singing snatches of the hymns in a doleful and untrue voice and meditating, during the long sermon, on the structure of chromosomes. She, bolt upright and overshadowing him, like a coffin in the pew, rigid lest her black silk rustle, thrilled in some corner of her mind at the picture of hell and salvation.
Mr. Dannerâs thoughts turned to Professor Mudge, whose barren pate showed above the congregation a few rows ahead of him. There, he said to himself, sat a stubborn and unenlightened man. And so, when the weekly tyranny of church was ended, he asked Mudge to dinner. That he accomplished by an argument with his wife, audible the length of the aisle.
They walked to the Danner residence. Mrs. Danner changed her clothes hurriedly, basted the roast, made milk sauce for the string beans, and set three places. They went into the dining-room. Danner carved, the homemade mint jelly was passed, the bread, the butter, the gravy; and Mrs. Danner dropped out of the conversation, after guying her husband on his lack of skill at his task of carving.
Mudge opened with the usual comment. âWell, Abednego, how are the bloodstream radicals progressing?â
His host chuckled. âExcellently, thanks. Some day Iâll be ready to jolt you hidebound biologists into your senses.â
Mudgeâs left eyebrow lifted. âSo? Still the same thing, I take it? Still believe that chemistry controls human destiny?â
âAlmost ready to demonstrate it,â Danner replied.
âAlong what lines?â
âMuscular strength and the nervous discharge of energy.â
Mudge slapped his thigh. âHo ho! Nervous discharge of energy. You assume the human body to be a voltaic pile, eh? Thatâs good. Iâll have to tell Gropper. Heâll enjoy it.â
Danner, in some embarrassment, gulped a huge mouthful of meat. âWhy not?â he said. âLook at the insectsâ âthe ants. Strength a hundred times our own. An ant can carry a large spiderâ âyet an ant is tissue and fiber, like a man. If a man could be given the same sinewsâ âhe could walk off with his own house.â
âHa ha! Thereâs a good one. Maybe youâll do it, Abednego.â
âPossibly, possibly.â
âAnd you would make a splendid piano-mover.â
âPianos! Pooh! Consider the grasshoppers. Make a man as strong as a grasshopperâ âand heâll be able to leap over a church. I tell you, there is something that determines the quality of every muscle and nerve. Find itâ âtransplant itâ âand you have the solution.â
Mirth overtook Professor Mudge in a series of paroxysms from which he emerged rubicund and witty. âProbably your grasshopper man will look like a grasshopperâ âmore insect than man. At least, Danner, you have imagination.â
âFew people have,â Danner said, and considered that he had acquitted himself.
His wife interrupted at that point. âI think this nonsense has gone far enough. It is wicked to tamper with Godâs creatures. It is wicked to discuss such mattersâ âespecially on the Sabbath. Abednego, I wish you would give up your work in the laboratory.â
Dannerâs cranium was overlarge and his neck small;
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