The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1919-06-06
ANOTHER VICTORY
BY MARGARET HOLMES

That's yellower perch, Sally, that
one is" The old man, Sally's grand
father. dropped a squirming fish into
the boat. stuck stubby forefinger into
tomato can at his feet, scooped up
II long, wriggling worm and proceeded
to drape 1t upon the fish hook.
1t was June evening, between sun
set and dusk. The girl sitting beside
the aged man In the boat looked trou-
bled. For few moments she watched
the yellow perch Hopping about at her
feet, then glngerly she lifted 1t and
slipped 1t back into the water.
"Why do water lilies close their
petals when the sun goes down. grand
father?" she asked.
The old man, fumbling with the bait
and hook, ignored her question.
"a dead worm mint much temptation
to fish" he soliloquized; always put
the bait on so it covers the hook, an
always leave bit of the worm wrig-
Cling at the ends"
He cast the line again, and the girl
watched 1t as it went quivering out
toward the shining green leaves Of the
lily pads.
That's all he thinks about" she
thought, that and the price OF lum-
ber."
"The trouble with grandfather Is"
she reflected. that he has a pile of
money and he doesn't know how to
spend it, and people call him the Lum-
Der King and he thinks that he is
some kind Of monarch who knows
1t all, and, really, he doesn't know
hardly anything l guess he has lot
to learn about-about some things"
A bunch of limp water lilies lay in
the girls lap, and she lifted them to
her face.
"He forgets." she confded to the
lilies, that l am 90. He thinks that
because am all he has and because,
some day, I'll be very rich, and because
that away back in 40 he and Ned's
grandfather had Quarrel--he thinks
because of all that-that Ned--Ned
Burrett--is not good enough for me.
He won't allow me to see Ned; he
opens every letter that comes into the
house, and ever since Ned returned
from France, a week ago, grandfather
doesn't let me out of his sight. He Just
hates the Burretts, and the fact that
the Burretts are the very incest people,
and that Ned has covered himself and
his family with glory and has come
home ecorated--decorate with ever
so many medals-that fact impresses
my grandfather not Mt all. He sim
ply"
Her eyes had caught swirl on the
water, whip Of the tautened line as II
swung upward, and then, high up in the
air, another sight caught and held the
young reb ous eyes. 1t was the sigh
OF huge 4klrG thing.
Look, look grandfather, look at tht
airplanel'
The fish upon the line was forgotten
The wary old eyes of Sam Densmore
were beholding new, strange thing.
The big plane had begun to swooT
lower, lower 1t came, droning like q
million bees.
'Looks as If 1t was comm down In
my meadow the old man looked per
picked. You go up to the house, Sally
an'-an' I'll go an see"
With few strokes Sam Densmort
beached the boat and scrambled out
Through tangle OF cedar and swamp
oak he took short cut to the meadow
Sally, her eyes shining now, trippet
along toward the house. Now and ther
she laughed and kissed the lilies in hel
hand. From the veranda she watched
the two men standing in the meadow
below.
For a long time she watched them
her heart pounding and prayer upol
her lips. Then. when 1t was almos
dark, she saw them climb the hill to
gether, and she went out to meet them
for she knew that a gallant young off
Ger had won another victory