The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1911-12-26
The EVENING STORY
Where the ACORN GROW
(By Carl jenkins. }

reached the railroad depot al Ravens
rest.
"Oh. are there acorns ?"
rPecks and pecks of them-nict
acorns-sweet acorns-acOrns falling
on your head as you kick around il
the dead leavesl''
And 1 never saw one. except in Z
picture!'
And there's a mani"
You can't mean it,
But 1 do. He's young mani"
Better and better!'
Hes a mysterious young man, with
black eyes and curly hair
oh Molly! I'm so glad came
! Go on. quick"
Il don't know his name. He APP
peared week ago in a very mysteri-
| GUS manner.
How delicious.
4 was up on the hill after acorns
! There's a stream there. 1 was carry
ing my hat in my hand and whistling
| Yankee Doodle and l had just JUMP
ed over a log, and my hair was down,
and l know 1 looked my very worst,
when"
Eyes, when
when 1 ran right on him-the man
tine young man-the mysterious
young man"
And he was gathering acorns -
mo, he wasn't. He was fishing.
Y es, he just sat on a log fishing, and
couldn't see that he had caught a
thing"
And you screamed
mot a scream, Cathy Dalton, do
you think m a child .
We'll. he raised his cap to you2"
mo. he didn't. 1 don't believe he
even raised his eyes, though he must
| have heard me. He just sat there like
a chump and bobbed his fish-line. and
he paid no more attention to me than
as if I were goose on the other
| bank
And everybody says you are so
handsome."
Yes"
HE must be so near-sighted that he
can't see the end of his nose. And
you had to walk off alone?"
Yes, but I broke down bushes and
dubbed trees to show him how ] felt
about it. Since he was a trespasser
on mothers property he might have
had the manners to ask me if farmers
didn't feed pigs acorns to fatten them
looked back four times before the
bushes hid him, but he sat there
humped~up just the same"
And wasn't looking after you"
Not a look. There is surely a mys-
terry about him.
There surely is, but Wen get to the
bottom of it. Wen go after acorns
this very afternoon. and Wen see #
he ignores both of us. He may be suf-
fering from uErequited love, but he
needn't be a cad about it. Just wait
till we march UP to him
Dwight Pelham had graduated as an
~
not of the best and he had had hard
time to pull through Then a friend
had said to him:
go up the country and find a quiet
place to rest, Fish, hunt and loaf
Don't think of hanging out your shin
gle for weeks yet, and don't fall in
love-
And the wearer of the new sheep
skin had taken the advice. That is he
had hunted without shooting anything,
had escaped the snares of Cupid for
two whole weeks when discovered sit
ting on the log among the acorn trees
Oh, yes, he had seen and heard the
vhistling girl, but DR.. Pelham was shy
very shy. He hoped to remain I'M
noticed himself, and he fiattered him
self that he had. He visited the hill a
second time not in the hope of seeing
the same girl, but really to catch a
fish or two. He enjoyed the chatter
of the squirrels, the voices of the blue
jays and the murmur of the stream,
and he felt annoyed when the laughter
He arose to go away. but they were in
the path he must take. and he sat
down again.
Two minutes later two young ladies |
on the bank at his left one
whistled and the other sang Then !
the whistler sang and the singer
whistled.
Then they threw sticks into the
water,
Then they threw clubs at the chip
mGnksl
Then one of them asked if tramps
were ever seen in those woods.
Then the other replied that they 4!
hadn't better be seen there if they /
knew what was good for them. Then
both giggled and kicked up the dead |
leaves and walked away. DR.. Pelham
smiled He was shy. but he knew their |
actions were girl-like. Ten minutes
had passed. and he was smiling indul-
gently when a fish took his hook.
Then a squirrel who had miscalculated
his leaping distance fell short and
was in the midst of trouble when he
heard a scream, and before he could
locate it one of the girls came tearing
through the bushes and halted before
him to exclaim
t'Oh, sir. right out there."
yes. What is it ?"
"She-she climbed a tree"
'-Weu?"
II told her not to. but she would
do it,
Eyes. she climbed p"
And she'd got up don't know how
many hundred feet high when she
thought you were coming and-and-"
Lost her hold and fell? ?"
Yes. yes. She's crying and laugh
ing, and 1 thing she has broken her
arm We gig-giggled at you. but we
want you to come. =
Most certainly
It was Miss Cathy Dalton who sat
with her back to the oak she had
climbed. though there was bushel of
acorns on the ground around her. Yes,
Il was her right arm that was broken,
and that wasn't the worst of it-not
with her@not with good-looking
girl. In making her descent she had