The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1911-10-31
THE DESERTED BOWL
BY EMIN clam
Jackson, Ky.


The Bowl Peak. whose lofty summit
overlooks the other Kentucky mou
tains, threw a May morning shadow
f1lttlngly DER the pretty Red rivers
laughing flow.
Gladys Oldfeld, as usual, was walk.
ing across the green field, reading a
new book; she crossed the wide sand
bank, the rustic bridge, and began the
ascent of the peak, a feat which might
nave fatlgued a stronger person than
herself. But she had climbed to its
top many times before this morning.
When she had accomplished the
climb she threw herself rather discon-
tentedly upon a moss-carpeted knoll
and looked downward. Meditatively
she gazed upon the Understanding
town, the swaying country for miles,
the glistening river thai winded and
Wlnded, and caught the fragrance of a
million flowers that sweetened the
whole earth, it seemed.
With Indifferent mien she walked
Gown the slOping side and scrambled
up a wall-like mound and over into
bowl-shape1 amphitheater. From this
point she could plainly see her home
an humble little cottage above the
town, where she lived with only her
father, the editor of the town news
paper.
The amphitheater seemed to have
been followed like a dish, and the
oak foliage and flowers on it's brink
afforded an ideal shade; it's grass GOV.
cred surface resembled a parlor more
than a spot on a hillside. An old tale
of the town said that it had been used
as a place of refuge by a notorious
"moonshiner" in the pioneer days OF
the mountains. After he was captured
and from it's resemblance to a bowl it
was dubbed THE Deserted Bowl"
From her father she had inherited q
literary tendency, and always bought
the new books.
She resumed her perusal of the one
she carried, my Own Tale" by Dean
Isom, IAN aristocratic young duck,
as a country jake once called me-" in
his WI words. She often spent the
long summer days in the bowl, and
her sewing.
When she had finished reading the
sun had dropped far down it's west
ern path.
ct never can be my luck to know
such a man as Mr.. Isom," she said tc
herself, not thinking of the impossi
bilities that really come to the good
Suddenly she remembered that her
father had asked her to come to his
Office that afternoon. But what did
he want? He had not told her.
When half way down the hill she
thought of having left her book in the
bowl. But 1 will not worry; it is
safe," she said to herself.
Leisurely she descended until she
had almost reached the river; then
stopped and gazed at the evening sun
light illumining everything with mel
low light cthwart the skies. It's trans
cendent beauty glistened on the trees
and cast a ~resplendent GLOW u1on the
river; the waters idly kissed the
banks and danced in the light; a water
lily drifted by SO quietly it seemed g
phantom sight.
Apprehensively she resumed hel
trip to her fathers office.
On her arrival the door stood open
the windows raised and a dead calm
seemed to say that something wa
wrong. She ran to the pressroom-
and, oh! the engine had exploded. She
was frightened and started home
when she met the town doctor, who
said, quietly, Your fathers foreman
was seriously injured in an explosion
and your father waS-killed."
Alas! poor Gladys Oldfield was left
alone in the world
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