Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1917-12-06
ON 4 STILL HUNT
BY JOHN MONTGOMERY.

Hiss hives was the daughter Of the
Widow Rives Of the manor house. the
Larches. down Long Island way. and
Mr.. Graves was employed In a bank
In the city.
There was talk of this and that, and
1t finally turned on the country, and
Mr.. Graves expressed wish that he
might be out among the woods and
meadows. He followed that by saying
that II would be delight to see the
quail sailing round and round In grace
ful flights, and the chipnunks spring
Ing from tree to tree.
The Widow Rives had occupied the
Larches Tor eight months year for
-FOUR years, and yet she could not tell
a rabbit from a cat.
Miss Lena was a little more curious
and enterprising than her mother. In
time she learned that Il quail was not
crow, and that chipmunk was not
rabbit.
When young Mr.. Graves spoke Of the
quails sailing round and round and the
chipmunks sprlnging from tree to tree
he was met with
"Oh, 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 1t awfulT
"Why. what?"
"The robbery. Didn't your family
tell you about lit"
mot word. Where was It'll"
"Why, my adopted son Arthur, whom
you have never met, went to the city
and learned the banking business, and
Chester with $4,000. l contributed
half the money"
'And he failed"
mo, dear. On the night of the
opening day 1t was robbed Of every
dollar. 1t comes hard for me to lose
my share. but Arthur is just heart
broken. He Is without dollar"
On reaching home after her call
Miss Lena asked Of the gardeners as
sistant:
boy, when quail are scared up how
do they fiy?"
"They go away with buzz-z-z-zw
do they fly high or low?"
mot over ten feet high, and not very
far. Lemme show you"
Opposite the Larches was field Of
wheat belonging to farmer. The boy
picked up a stone and walked across
the road and gave 1t a fling. 1t fell
among the wheat hundred feet away,
and instantly there arose flock Of a
dozen quail which flew straight away
and flew low.
Behind the house was bit of wood.
land, and the girl was soon there and
seated under tree and watching out
for the lively little chipmunks. AS soon
as 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.
utes before disappearing In a hollow
log.
AS she walked over to the log the
chipmunks ran out, but she knelt down
TO have a look. The hollow in the log
was stopped up with something and
she put in her hand and pulled out d
small leather satchel.
"This is funnyr' she exclaimed
swell, I'll take 1t home and have II
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.
"Ten thousand dollars p gasped Miss
Lena, as she looked at the figures or
the bands.
"Say mother" said the daughter. aft
er moments thought, "the Chester
bank was robbed Of just this sum.
shall drive back to Mrs. Rogers will
the money" said Miss Lena. "Yor
know the bank was started by hel
adopted son and herself"
The pony cart was brought arounC
and the drive was made. AS the outf
drew up at the gate the widow and |
young man came down from the house
The son was the young Mr.. Graves
the girl had met In the ethyl
Ibid you forget something when you
left here?" asked Mrs. Rogers.
"Oh. no. l came back on an errand
Mr.. Graves, your bank at Chester wa
robbed few weeks agoT
"Yes," he almost groaned.
could you identify the money!"
Eyes, If the packages had not beel
broken.
81 think this belongs to your sh
quietly said as she handed over tn
satchel.
upon my soul |" he gasped as h
saw the money. But how-when-
where-dld you find it?"
mr.. Graves, you and had dis
pute In New York some time ago abou
quails and chipmunks. | want you t
call at the Larches and let me prove t
you that quails fly low and straigh
ahead, and that chlpmunks prefer hol