The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-01-29
PHI.
BY MILDRED WHITE.
(COpyrisht. isi1. western Newspaper Union. }

rows let out the speed Of his red car,
hoping to reach the village i've miles
below before the rain should descend.
The sky grew darker az thunder rolled
about the encircling hills.
10 the city lawyer the rough wind
ing roads seemed almost lmpassable,
impatiently he decided to seek shelter
ut farmhouse not far distant. tlan
hesitated undecidedly, - the sun
cleaned for moment In promise. A.
he slowed down near the gateway, Q
bent old man peered up at him.
Good morning, uncle" the lawyer
greeted, but the old man did not re-
turn his smile.
bad evening, mister" he replied,
"goin' to have one Of our blowups.
Better stop, hadn't ye an wait inside7"
"Thanks," Burrows responded, II
think I can reach the village before
the storm breaks, and have supper
there"
The old man shook his head. "Don't
believe It," he said, ''we're alone here,
Phil an me, but I reckon Phil could
pick up something for you to eat"
Turning. he cupped his hands and
called to q blue-overalled figure hoe
ing in the distance.
"Phil," he screamed, "Phil." The
lad bending over his work apparently
did not hear.
"Never mind" Burrows said, "I'll
take chance and ride on"
"Wonder-" the old man asked, III
you could carry me along to the next
house down thereI See itf-the red
one2"
Certainly" the lawyer agreed, and
the former seated himself In the car
with evident pride.
When Burrows had disposed of his
companion, the storm descended un-
expectedly. Great sheets Of rain swept
against him, the wind threatened to
blow his small car from its course,
lightning flashed whiplike around the
hllltops. Swiftly he turned about,
with difficulty, making his way back
to the old mans house. UNLIMITED he
sheltered his car In the great white
barn, and dashed breathlessly up the
steps Of the porch.
"Phll' was there before him, evil
IDENTIFY the youth also had rushed to
safety. His fresh face shOne startled
beneath the brim Of his old felt hat
at the strangers approach. but he went
on stolidly scraping the mud from the
soles of his rubber boots.
IAN old man-y0ur father sup
pose" the lawyer said, suggested
that walt here until the storm has
abated." Burrows xmiled. HE also
intimated that you might pick up
something for me to eat, I'm furiously
hungry"
The boy lounged In the doorway
"That was grandad," he answered L.
conlcally. His eyes studied the stran
ger. perhaps, could find some
thing,n he said suddenly, and disap
peared In the house. His heavy boots
tracked the clean scrubbed floor, aa
the lawyer followed him inside. the
rain-soaked old hat still rested upon
Phil's head, as he deftly placed tempt
Ing food upon the table.
''Sit down." he said ut last abruptly
and himself dropped into wide armed
chair at the opposite end Of the wood
en- table.
"You and your grandfather live
alone?" Burrows asked incredulously
as he buttered a fiaky biscuit, "ther
who makes these?'
"Me," the youth answered, his toni
was sullen. Cooking, farming, ev
erythlng-I do 1t ALL but won't mucl
: longer. Grandad's going to be married
again" sneer eurled the red lips
that's where he's visiting now"
"And thenf" the lawyer asked inter
ested, what are you going to DOR,
Phil shook his head despondentiy
"Don't know" he replied. Never ha'
I, a chance TO prepare for anything MAJ
a light with srandad every day Wen
to school, but diu the work morning
and evenings ana l hade II. now
the young voice broke discouraglhs
: ~, me don't need me any more