The Time Twister WHILE learned in many and abstruse problems, Franklyn Streiff’s title of professor was an honorary one, bestowed on him by a sometimes impressed if not always admiring public. The eccentric inventor had for many years lived on his Kansas farm with a spinster sister who did not always appreciate the colossal erudition, not to say genius, of her brother. Kate keenly resented the time and money he “squandered on foolish experiments.” And for twenty years he had not done a lick of farm work.
“I am a scientist, not a tiller of the soil,” the Professor had told his sister with proper pride. “Hire a man, if you will. Run the farm, if you want to. As for me, I ask but to be left in peace.”
So Kate had hired Hank Weston, a thoughtful individual who during his years of servitude had listened to the Professor with commendable attention.
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