The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-11-16
: The Story | Told Scroggs /:
t@:@@@@@:@@@@:@::
{ By Mabel Haughton Brown. 5
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Observation-Disclosures


II HIS is a story with two heroes and
only hint of a heroine Perhaps
one hero should be called the villain,
but the question is still undecided in
the mind of the writer and is left to
the kind discretion of the reader.
When told the story to Scroggs, my
chum and confidant, he said:
MAN alive, no one could believe it,"
That's because it's true" I said,
and Scroggs looked at me long and ear
nestly.
do you believe such rubbish?" he
asked with the air of an insanity in
spector.
81 tell you it happened" affirmed,
land Pm going to write it down."
Scroggs blinked an eye.
you'll be sent to Agnews," he said.
and that is all the satisfaction got out
of him-no queries-no wonderment-
just coolly expressed doubt.
The attitude of Scroggs is not to
be considered seriously. He is a
"dreamless man." highly Unconditional,
although high-strung. l like him, but
his logic annoys me at times. l have
always believed the story myself
that is, it seems entirely plausible, al
though am inclined to regard it from
two points of view. My opinion, how
ever, may be biased, for / was the
intimate friend of one hero and came
. near knowing the other
The first man was fair-your true
blonde type, with light hair, almost
white, against his ford face; of
medium height, slightly inclined to
stoop-and his name was Walter Kent.
He was not a handsome man, but
rather massive, wholesome-lookin
fellow-the kind of man you would
trust If you had to, and stake good
deal on his doing the square thing.
Men liked Kent; he was rafting good
fellOw-but no one would have ever
taken him for a hero of romance.
He was inclined to be shy. His
great clumsy hands usually sought his
pockets and stayed there when he
talked to men. With women he was
different; he tried to appear perfectly
ut his ease and failed dismally. 1t
was all too bad. He was about the
{ best kind of a friend that woman
could have had under any circum-
stances, but not one of the fair sex
knew him well. Poor Kent, he couldn't
stand 1t to talk to a woman long
enough to let her get acquainted with
him; and yet know that in the inner
4 rScesses Of his soul he treasured a
high, idealistic opinion of women in
general, and had his day dreams like
the rest of us.
(If were woman, think would
\ marry man like Kent-knowing what
do of men-but to my knowledge,
Kent had never proposed to a woman
in his life, and not one of the women
he had met had ever shown him the
slightest favor. Not to my knowledge,
\ you say? Well, Kent told me all about
ft.)
The foothills of state like Colo
RADIO seemed just the place that man
4 like Kent would go eventually. We all
have something of the cowboy spirit in
I our natures, think, and in Kent it
was more strongly developed than it
h is In most OF us. He was a child of
nature deep down in his sturdy old
7 heart-the fresh fields and green woods
were near akin to him, or so it seemed
{ to me when l unused on things senti-
mental and was much given to
musing in those days. Perhaps the
reader has surmised before this that
u was somewhat devoted to Kent.
was, and when he started to the hills,
- picked up and went with him.
fancied that we two would get along
swimmingly out there. The thought
of the free, outdoor life held for me
MI the romance of quaint old story.
should be enabled to put my knowl-
edge of surveying to practical use, |
thought, and, moreover, would be get
ting III fine shape for my coming ca
YER. was just out of college, and my
coming career was a sweet hallucina-
ion under which labored at the time.
But l had misinterpreted my own
nature. even though l was pretty cor
erect in my estimate of Kent. | soon
learned that the cowboy spirit in my
nature had spent itself long years be-
fore, and a little Of green field and
open air went long way with me-
In short, l fairly hated the solitude of
the great wide place, and the survey
Ing work proved particularly irksome.
Hanging over 8 cliff with line is not