Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-06-21
ON A STILL HUNT
By John MONTGOMERY.

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II was at the house Of a mutual
friend in the city that Miss Lena Rives
and Mr.. Arthur Graves were intro
duced.
Miss Rives was the daughter Of the
Widow Rlves 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
II 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 1t 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
a rabbit from cat.
Miss Lena was little more curious
and enterprising than her mother. In
time she learned that quail was not a
crow, and that chipmunk was not a
rabbit.
When young Mr.. Graves spoke Of the
quails sailing round and round and 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 awfulT
'sWhy, whatT"
"The robbery. Didn't your family
tell you about itT"
"Not word. Where was it?'
''Why, my adopted son Arthur, whom
you have never met, went to the city
and learned the banking business, and
a few days ago he opened a bank at
Chester with $4,000. 1 contributed
half the money"
"And he failed?"
"No, 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 fly?"
'"They go away with a buzz-z-z-zT
''Do they fly high or lowT'
'NOt 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 Ii 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 a bit of wood
land, and the girl was soon there and
seated under a 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 kneit down
to have a look. The hollow in the log
was stopped up with something and
she put in her hand and pulled out a
small leather satchel.
This is funnyl" she exclaimed.
swell, I'll take 1t home and have It
opened"
No key could be found to fit the
and the lock had to be broken.
When it was held up and shaken, out
tumbled four packages of greenbacks.
"Ten thousand dollars !" gasped Miss
Lena, as she looked at the figures on
the bands.
"Say, mother" said the daughter aft
er a moments thought, 'the Chester
bank was robbed of just this sum. 1
shall drive back TO Mrs. Rogers with
he money" said Miss Lena. "You
know the bank was started by her
adopted son and herself"
The pony cart was brought around
md the drive was made. As the outfit
rev up at the gate the widow and a
7oung man came down from the house.
The son was the young Mr.. Graves
he girl had met in the ethyl