The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1917-06-29
ON A STILL HUNT
BY JOHN MONTGOMERY.

1t was at the house of d mutual
friend in the city that Miss Lena Rives
and Mr.. Arthur Graves were intro
duced.
Miss Rives was the daughter of the
Widow Rives of the manor house. the
Larches, down Long Island way, and
Mr.. Graves was employed in bank
in the city.
There was talk of this and that. and
IT finally turned on the country, and
Mr.. Graves expressed a wish that he
might be out among the woods and
meadows He followed that by saying
that ii would be a delight to see the
quail sailing round and round in grace
full flights. and the chipmunks spring
ing from tree to tree
The Widow Rives had occupied the
Larches for eight months a year for
four years, and yet she could not tell
rabbit from Il cat.
Miss Lena was little more curious
and enterprising than her mother. In
time she learned that quail was not Il
crow, and that chipmunk was not a
rabbit.
When young Mr.. Graves spoke of the
chipmunks springing from tree to tree
| he was met with:
ooh, but you could never have lived
| in the country"
'And why not?" he asked.
because quails fly straight ahead
and because chipmunks don't climb
trees"
That closed the conversation on nat
ural history but neither one was quite
satisfied
Some weeks later, when Miss Lena
went home, she drove over to see the
Widow Rogers. who lived a mile away
After the greetings the widow said
wasn't it awful?'
"Why, what?"
"The robbery. Didn't your family
tell you about it?"
mot word. Where was it?"
"Why my adopted son Arthur, whom
you have never met went to the city
and learned the banking business and
few days ago he opened a bank ut
Chester with $4,000 contributed
half the money"
"And he failed?'
mo, dear. On The night of the
opening day 1t was robbed of every
dollar. It comes hard for me to lose
my share, but Arthur is just heart
! broken. He is without a dollar"
On reaching home after her call
I Miss Lena asked of the gardeners as
sistant:
| "Boy, when quail are scared up how
! do they hy?"
! ''They 90 away with buzz-z-z-z =
{ do they fly high or low?"
Z ''Not over ten feet high, and not very
{ far. Lemme show YOU
I Opposite the Larches was field of
{ wheat belonging to a farmer. The boy
Z picked up a stone and walked across
{ the road and gave il fling. 1t fell
Z among the wheat a hundred feet away
and instantly there arose a flock of II
I dozen quail which flew straight away
and flew low.
Behind the house NSs q bit of wood
land, and the girl was soon there and
Z seated under 8 tree and watching out
! for the lively little chpmunks. AS soon
Z rs the noise of her arrival had been
! succeeded by silence two chipmunks
( began chasing each other across the
> leaves, and they played for ten min
1 utes before disappearing in a hollow
! log.
!, AS she walked over to the log the
chipmunks ran out, butsshe knelt down
4 to have a look. The hollow in the log
was stopped up with something and
< she put in her hand and pulled out Il
small leather satchel
"This is funnyl'' she exclaimed.
{ swell, I'll take it home and have it
opened"
No key could be found to fit the
) satchel, and the lock had to be broken.
{ When it was held up and shaken, out
: tumbled four packages of greenbacks.
9 Ten thousand dollars !" gasped Miss
Lena, as she looked at the figures on
: the bands.
Say, mother" said the daughter aft
I er a moments thought, "the Chester
bank was robbed of just this sum. /
shall drive back to Mrs. Rogers with
the money" said Miss Lena. "You
i know the bank was started by her
d adopted son and herself"
I The pony cart was brought around
g ard the drive was made. AS the outfit
e drew up at the gate the widow and a
, young man came down from the house.
The son was the young Mr.. Graves
q the girl had met in the city
> did you forget something when you
Il left here?' asked Mrs. Rogers.
4 "Oh. no. l came back on an errand.
Mr.. Graves. your bank at Chester was
$ robbed a few weeks ago?"
p Yes" he almost groaned.
= could you identify the money!"
J. Eyes, if the packages had not been
& broken.
l. II think this belongs to your she
quietly said as she handed over the
satchel.
: Upon my soul :" he gasped as he
saw the money. But how-when-
n where-did you find it,"