The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1917-07-26
BY JOHN MONTGOMERY.

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 year for
four years, and yet she could not tell
q rabbit from cat.
Miss Lena was little more curious
and enterprlsing than her mother. In
time she learned that quail was not a
crow, and that chipmunk was not q
rabbit.
When young Mr.. Graves spoke ofthe
quails sailing round and round and the
chipmunks springlng from tree to tree
he was met with:
"Oh, but you could never have lived
In the country"
"And why not?" he asked.
Because qualls 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 mile away.
After the greetings the widow said:
"Wasn't 1t awful2"
"Why, whatf"
"The robbery. Didn't your family
tell you about it?"
"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
few days age he opened n bank at
Chester with $4,000. l contributed
half the money" n
"And he failedT
mo, dear. On the night Of the
opening day It was robbed of every
dollar. II 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
Miss Lena asked of the gardeners as
slstant:
"Boy, when quail are scared up how
do they fly2"
"They go away with buzz-z-z-zp
"Do they fly high or lowp
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 stone and walked across
the road and gave 1t fling. 1t fell
among the wheat a hundred feet away,
and instantly there arose Il flock Of n
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 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 hollow
log.
AS she walked over to the log the
chipmunks ran out, but she knelt down
to have look. The hollow In the log
was stopped up with something and
she put In her hand and pulled out n
small leather satchel.
"Thls is funnyw she, exclaimed.
swell, I'll take 1t home and have 1t
opened"
10 key could be found to fit the
satchel, and the I9sk had to be broken.
When it was heldaip and shaken, out
tumbled four packages of greenbacks.
"Ten thousand, dollarsw gasped Miss
Lena, ms 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.
shall drive back TO Mrs. Rogers with
the money" said Miss Lena. "You
know the bank was started by her
adopted son ana herself"
The pony cart was brought around
and the drive wasmade. As the outfit
drew up ut the gate the widow and a
young man came down from the house,
The son was the young Mr.. Graves
the girl had met In the city!
"Dld you forget something when you
left here" asked Mrs. Rogers.
"Oh, no. came back on an errand.
Mr.. Graves, your bank at Chester was
robbed few weeks agoT"
"Yes," he almost groaned.
"Could you identify the money!
"Yes, II the packages had not been
broken.
II think this belongs to youl" she
quietly said as she handed over the
sntchel.
upon my soulp' he gasped as he
saw the money. ,'But how-when--
where--dld you find III"
"Mr. Graves, you and l had dis
pute IN New York some time ago about
quails and chlpmunks. l want you to
call ut the Larches and let me prove to
you that quails fly low and straight
ahead, and that chlpmunks prefer hol
low logs to standing trees"
And when she had practically DEM
onstrated her assertion. he began call
ing every few days to beg her pardon,
and IL looks as If she would have to
wed him before he can feel that he has
been forgiven.
Copyright. 1917, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.