The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-01-06
The Euenine Story
A Kite and a Girl.
(By Rose Miller.)

1
Professor Irving and his small son
were constructing magnificent kite In
the cool shade of the orchard trees.
The grass was dappled with sunlight
and gay with clippings of bright paper
from the kite; the air was sweet with
the smell of hay from a neighboring
field and melodious with the song Of
birds in the apple trees.
| In Professor 1rving's opinion the aft
ernOOn was flawless. In Sammy's heart
was a secret wish that a high wind
should suddenly arise to bear his kite
! skyward.
whats the use of a kite without
wind to fly it?'' he demanded peev-
ishly.
| THE wind will come in a day or so.''
soothed his parent Meanwhile we
will go fishing. Then, when q breezy
to soar up to meet the man in the
MOON"
That will be jolly!' chuckled Sam
my. sIn bet that old man in the moon
will be awf-ly s'prised."
He will indeed! Now. son. our kite
is finished all but the tail-we need
something bright and flyaway for the
end of our tail-suppOse you go up to
the house and ask Mrs. Keppy for a
bit of red ribbon or tape or something"
Sammy darted away among the trees,
lodged under the fence and made a de-
tour through the bayfield, SO that he
could turn a somersault among the hay
stacks. then under another fence into
the rectory garden that was next to his
own home.
Professor Irving whistled over his
task and when it was completed he
threw himself back on the grass and.
pipe in mouth, dreamily watched the
clouds.
There was a problem to be solved this
summer-what was to become OF his
motherless Sammy when the fall came
and his duties called him back to the
university town? For three years his
sister Eleanor had taken the place of
Sammy's mother. and now Eleanor had
married and gone away.
IT have gotted a flyaway. daddy :"
announced Sammy's voice.
| Professor Irving sat up, yawned, and
in the very act paused with his mouth
wide open. He stared at the trophy in
Sammy's grimy hand.
What is that?" he Numbered at last.
| Sammy's face grew pink. It's a
| flyaway!" he announced in shaking
voice.
His father continued to stare at the
object dangling from his sons fin
gers.
Its a curl!" announced the professor
at last. 80
Sammy nodded. ITS flyaway fer
my kite
IT'S a red curl, Sammy"
Its a pretty curl-er, flyaway,
daddy
where did you get it," sternly.
It found it," evasively.
"Where?"
-"Garden!"
well. of all the amazing things.'
commented his father, taking the long
silken curl that chung to his fingers in
| the most annoying manner. Some lit
| tie girl has lost her curl, Sammy; and
| II CENTRALLY IN 1rso fov- O
tail of kite. little girl with hair
| that color would be a very peppery tenn
pered little girl. and woe unto us if she
should ever discover us with her curl"
He smiled as he folded the curl care
fully and tucked it into his notebook.
| Sir"
Here was a peppery tempered voice
indeed. The professor turned mild
eyes upon the speaker
She had advanced upon them from
behind the trees, and she was a veritab BILE
Goldilocks, albeit her hair was show
er of red-gold curls that hung far be-
| low her waist She wore a faded lawn
frock. and about her neck was tied a
huge bath towel.
''Sir!" she repeated, her lovely face
pink with indignation, do you know
what that awful little boy has done?''
| Here Sammy, knowing that retribu-
| ton was close upon him, found refuge
in tears.
1T made an awful pretty flyaway-
and she's got millions more of EN-" he
walled.
Prof. Irving had struggled to his feet,
his puzzled face partaking Of the en-
barrassment that cIouded his sons
| What do you mean?" he asked. What
has Sammy done?''
That" she pointed tragically to the
curl.
Slowly Sammy's father opened the
book, took out the dainty silken curl
and regarded 1t with bewildered eyes.
His gaze wandered to the shower of
golden-red curls. to the lovely face be-
meath. with wide. soft brown eyes, to
the powdering of golden freckles across
her pretty nose. back to her wonderful
| eyes.
my curl. II you please!" she demand
ed haughtily.
II am very sorry for what Sammy
has done.'' said the professor gently.
You see. We have been making q kite,
and sent him up to ask my house
keeper for a bit of ribbon for the end
Of the tail-we needed a gay flyaway.
He brought this back. He said he found
1t in the garden. 1 put 1t away for
safekeeping." Still, he did not give her
| the curl.
Sammy found it in the garden but not
IN his own garden" said the girl, with
had been washing my hair and was dry
Ing 1t in the rectory garden. I was sit
ting ON the grass. sewing. when suddenly
| missed my scissors. Just as turned
| to search for them felt q tug and heard
4 shipping sound-and Sammy was rum
ming away with one Of my curlsr'
Sammy bawled Justify and burrowed his
head under his fathers arm
I'm sure I don't know what to do"
iamented Sammy's father at last. ct am
sure he really didn't mean to steal your
| curl. Well. really. anything I can say
seems very inadeauate because the curl
cannot be replAced-and crit was q very
lovely curl he added regretfully.
deepened in her cheeks. It was as Sam
my had said. she had plenty more curis
and he had taken 1t from q place where
it would never be missed. The vision Of