The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-06-20

was wounded. She knew she was care
Tess as well as she knew that Peter
Herrison was hateful, but had not in
tended TO be mean" for moment.
with her vain regrets for what had
happened her day was nearly ruined.
Crosby ran and walked and ran
again, like something Wild; he couldn' I
get far enough away. To think that
Norma, who had always been his
friend, would stand there with Yerri-
son saying such whitening things. Join
their club? No, He wouldn't go near
/ it. He threw himself down on the
ground and buried his head in his
arm.
The S. bow and it's CULVER at the store
how it ranked in his breast. AS if ne
! hadn't seen it there. yeained to possess
! il, fondled il, aimed with it-and left it
with q sigh at the end. And then he
! had gone TO the grocer and paid him
his bill with the precious S. he had
won, and carried the folded receipt to
lay on his mothers machine as she
sewed. How happy he had felt, how
sweetly she had kissed him and smiled
through her tears; how gladly and joy
fully then he had gone TO work to make
him a bow of the piece of seasoned
hickory that long had lain in the loft.
Thinking of all he was gradually but
certainly Gained. He slowly rolled over
and looked at the sky. 1t was just the
blue of his mothers lovely eyes. he
thought. Then he sprang to his feet and
grabbed his bow.
Il would do the same again." ne ex-
claimed aloud. Springing his bow he
twanged ii heartily. TN form a club
myself" he said, and be the only
member, captain. men and all, and this
shall be the trusty bow. He notched an
arrow, drew it defiantly as far as he
could and shot it with wonderful swift
ness and force, away through the will
lows and across the meadow, where it
struck at length in the trunk of a tree
to foam the sap and to bury its head in
the solid wood. And about this moment
young YerrisOn was telling sneeringly
to one of the boys how Lone Robin
Hood had sneaked away ashamed to
be seen with his bow and culver.
Crosby left the shaft to be his mark,
and walked away rapidly home. Up in
the loft he went again, taking pieces of
glass and sandpaper. All the afternoon
he scraped and worked at his bow, re-
ducing the roughness. smoothing the
marks of his tools, rubbing the long
straight taper till the wood grew hot
and was pleasant and polished to the
touch. At last he bound the middle with
a smooth stout cord. well waxed, shell
lacked the wood and placed the finished
Day after day of the summer vaca-
tion Crosby went TO the woods or the
fields to practice with his bow, to learn
the way that arrows flew and to fetch a
squirrel or rabbit that a well-aimed
shot had brought to earth. He found
his arm growing stronger, his fingers
getting tougher. so that soon ne was
able to draw his arrows TO the head.
He had learned to make his arrows
longer, too, and straighter, and many
Of those in his quiver-which now he |
had covered with the skins of squirrels /
were tipped with sharpened brads and |
were capable of penetrating through a
board.
BY the end of a month he was shoot
ng at things as they ran, calculating
distance, and indeed. becoming expert /
1t the fascinating sport. An assurance
n the accuracy of his aim began to
grow till he felt very grateful that he
to his own private club
THE MATCH.
Tt was getting quite near TO the time
# the match when the teacher met
Crosby one day at his home.
My lad said he. I've been hoping
% see you al the meetings of the club
You're q member, you know, elected
he day we organized. If you haven't
l bow you could always have the use
If mine and be welcome"
I'm very much obliged" answered
he boy, you are very kind. I'm sure.
Perhaps I viii try TO come some day. 1
NOW I'd like il. Not a word did he
ay of the bow that had met with the
neers, but he felt himself longing to
ry it at the target.