Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-04-21
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
From Sunset TO Dusk
BY MARGARET HOLMES
ssTHAT's a ycllower perch, Sally,

NNTNHAT'S n ycllower perch. Sally
i that one is" The old man. Solly's
grandfather dropped a squirming iist
into the boat. stuck stubby forehngei
into a tomato can at his feet, scoope6
up a long. wriggling worm and proceed
ed to drapc it 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
blcd. For few moments she watched
the yellow perch Hopping about at hcl
feet. then gingcrly she lifted it and
slipped it back into the water.
"Why do water lilies close their
petals when the sun goes down, grand
fathcr?' she asked.
The old man. fumbling with the bait
and hook, ignored her question.
"a dead worm amt much temptation
to fish," he soliloquizcd; always put
the bait on so it covers the hook, an
always leave bit of the worm wrig
Cling at the ends.
lie cast the line again, and the girl
watched it as il went quivcring out
toward the shining green leaves of the
lily pads.
"That's all he .thinkss about" she
thought, that and the price of lum :
ber."
Sully Densmorc was perturbed. The
little wrinkles between her straight,
black eyebrows. the tight line about
her mouth and the tilt of her firm chin
proclaimed louder than words that Sally
had a grievance.
"Thc trouble with grandfather is. -
she reflected. that he has n pile of
money and he doesn't know how to
spend it. aud people call him the Lum-
bcr King and he thinks that he is
some kind of a monarch who knows
it all, and. really. he doesn't know
hardly anything. I 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 confided to the
lilies. that I am twenty. He thinks
that because I am all hc has. and be-
"nuso. some day. I'll be very rich, and
y
Ned 5 grandfather had uunrrdl--hc
thinks because of all that-that Ned
Ned Burrctt-is not good enough for
mo. lie won't allow me to see Ned :;
he opens every letter that comes into
the house, and ever since Ned returned
from France. week ago, grandfather
docSn let me out of bis sight. He inst
hates the Burrctts. and the fact that
tn" Burretts are the very incest pco.
pic. and that Ned has covered himself
and his family with glory and has
come home dccorated-dccorate with
ever so many medals-that fact i'm
presses my grandfather not at all. He
simply"
Her eyes had caught a swirl on the
water. whip of the tautcncd line as it
swung upward. and then. high up in
the air. another sight caught and held
the young rcbellious eyes. 1t was the
sight Of huge flying thing.
Look. look, grandfather. look at the
airplane!"
The fish upon the line was forgotten
The wary old eyes of Sam Densmore
were beholding new, strange thing.
Inc DIG pl8ne had Degun 10 SWOOp
lower, lower it came. droning like n
million bees.
Clocks as if it was comm down in
my meadow the old man looked per
picked. You go up to the house, Sally
an'-an' I'll-Tn go an see
With few strokes Sam Densmore
beached the boat and scrambled out
Through tangle of cedar and swamp
oak lie took short cut to the meadow
Sally, h-r eyes shining now, tripped
along toward the house. Now and then
she laughed and kissed the lilies in her
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 upon
her lips. Then, when it was almost
dark. she saw them climb the hill to-
gether, and she went out to meet them.
for she knew that a gallant young Of
ficer had won another victory.
The next complete novelette-The
Victory Girl.