The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1919-12-19

quite definite form In her own mind
She came seldom; this was but tn
third time that year. and, when she did
come, George was not mentio Led
either by her hostess or by herself--an
oddly contrived between the TWO
ladies without either Of them realizing
bow odd 1t was.
At other times Lucy's thoughts Of
George were anything but continuous.
and weeks w"nt by when he was not
consciously her mind at all. Her
life was a busy one: she had the big
house ito keep up" she had garden
to keep up, too, large and beautiful
garden; she represented her father as
director for half dozen public char
ity organizations, and did private
! charity work Of her own being proxy
mother of several large families; and
she had danced down." as she said
groups from eight or nine classes OF
new graduates returned from the uni
versities, without marrying any OF
them, but she still danced-and still
did not marry.
Her father observing this circun-
stance happily, yet with some hypo-
critical concern spoke of it to her one
day as they stood in her garden. u
suppose I'd want to shoot him." he
said, with attempted lightness. "But
mustn't be an old pig. I'd build you
beautiful house close by-just over
yonder."
mo, mol. That would be like" she
began impulsively; then checked her.
self. George Ambersons comparison
of the Georgian house to the ANDERSON
mansion had come into her mind, anG
she thought that another new house.
built close by for her. would be like
the house the Major built for Isabel.
Like what?"
Nothing" She looked serious, and
when he reverted to his ide,. of "so12e
day" grudgingfy surrenderiny her up
to a sutton, she invented a legend.
did you ever hear the Indian name
for that little grove of beech trees on
the other side Of the house?" she
asked him.
"No-and you never did either!" he
laughed.
Don't be so sure! l read great
deal more than l used to-getting
ready for my bookish days when I'll
have to do something solid In the eve
nlngs and won't be asked to dance any
more. even by the very youngest boys
who think it's a sporting event to
dance with the oldest Of the older
girls The name of the grove was
Loma-Nashah' and 1t means They
ouldn't-Help-It.'
Doesn't sound like It,"
Indian names don't. There was a
fore the white settlers came. He was
the worst Indian that ever lived, and
his name vast was 'Vendonah.'
That means Down Everything.
II see," said Eugene thoughtfully.
He gave her a quick look and then
fixed his eyes upon the end Of the
garden path. "Go on"
"vendonah' was an unspeakable
case" Lucy continued. "TIe was SO
proud that he wore iron shoes, and he
walked over peoples faces with them
He was always killing people that
way, and so at last the tribe decided
that it wasn't a good enough excuse
for him that he was young and mex
perienced-he'd have to go. They took
him down to the river. and put him In
a canoe, and pushed him out from
shore; and then they ran along the
bank and wouldn't let him land until
at last the current carried the canoe
out into the middle, and then on down
to the ocean, and he never got back
They didn't want him back. of course
and If he'd been able to manage It
they'd have put him In another canoe
and showed him out into the river
, again. But still, they didn't elect an
other chief In his place. Other tribes
thought that was curious, and won
, dered about it a lot, but finally they
came to the conclusion that the beech
grove people were afraid a new CHIEF
might turn out to be bad Indian, too
and wear iron shoes like Vendonah
But they were wrong, because the rea
reason was that the tribe had led suct
an exciting life under Vendonah thai
they couldn't settle down to anything
tanner. He was awful, but he Away,
d kept things appeping-terrible things
> of course. They hated him, but they
weren't able to discover any othel
warrior that they wanted to make
chief in his place. They couldn't helI
feeling that way"
II see," said Eugene. $50 that's why
: they named the place 'They-Couldn't
J. Help-It 7"
, 1T must have BEEN"
"And so you're going to stay here il
:, your garden" he said musingly "Yot
think it's better to keep on walking
these sunshiny gravel paths between
your flower beds, and growing to lool
: like pensive garden lady in a Vic
torlan engraving"
81 suppose I'm like the tribe thai
! lived here. papa. l had too much un
pleasant excitement. 1t was unpleas
ant-but 1t was excitement. I dom
want anV more. in fact I donst uya n,