The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-06-04
Eddie and Sam, Both Victims Of
SprirU Fever, Plan a Hike

SprirU Fever, Plan Hike
Worthwhile was the kind of town
that would fit neatly into your hip
pocket. Like all such places it had
it's full quota of "old settlers"
with Dad Hornblower as the lead
err dogs, cats and boys.
Among the latter were two with
whom we are particularly con-
cerned. One of these was Eddie
Clark, tall, gaunt, long-legged. long
armed, long-necked and long cared,
but a good fellow for all of that.
The other was Sam Arbuckle,
Eddie's opposite, for he was short.
inclined to be stout. pug -nosed. a
little clumsy at times. and he had
a host of freckles crowded across
his nose He also possessed what
Miss Smith. Northvale's m 0 S t
prominent "old maid, called a
winning grin" If this was meant
as a compliment Sam didn't care so
very much about hearing it.
One Friday afternoon about the
middle of the early barefoot sea
son, Sam and Eddie were saunter-
ing a bit lazily, and therefore slow
ly, up the old board walk that led
into the main street of Worthwhile.
vale
"This town-ouch" remarked
Eddie, with the accent on the
ouch" as he stubbed his toe on a
warped board, is about the dead
est place ! ever did see"
No reply from Sam who. appar-
emily was in deep thought, for his
hands were thrust far into his
pants pockets-a sure sign of
thinking"
Ten feet further on. Eddie con-
tinued:
Il wish there was something to
do Gosh | wish there wasn't any
school for a whole year"
Even this important statement
brought no response from Sam. But
fifteen feet later he opened up. and
enthusiastically:
SAY know what let's. Let's
you an me take hike to Porter's
woods tomorrow an explore that
cave along Dolan's crick, that Dad
Hornblower says is ha'nted."
The idea appealed to Eddie i'm.
mediately. And so, one hour later.
when they parted at Harpers drug
store, they had arranged to set out
for Porter's woods the next morn
ing just as soon as Eddie finished
! helping his mother with the break
fast dishes.
MYSTERY AT DoLAN'S CAVE.
1t was at nine o'clock sharp Sat
urday morning that Sam Arbuckle
hurried around to Eddie SClark's
house and gave the signal-a long,
drawn-out whistle followed by two
sharp, shrill ones.
Be with you in two shakes Of a
lambs tall" answered Eddie from
the kitchen window, at the same
time reaching to unite the apron
strings about his neck Breakfast
dishes are bother, aren't they!
And it was not more than three
shakes of the same lambs tail that
the two boys. barefoot, were plod-
ding errily toward Porter's
woods, Dolan's cave and-some-
thing they weren't expecting
Porter's was a real woods Trees
and underbrush grew thick. 1t was
just like you read about in Indian
| stories.
Trickling cheerfully in and out
among the trees was Dolan's creek,
and almost in the heart of the
, woods and in the side of one of the
small, rocky hills that followed the
course of the little stream was that
much stored place, Dolan's cave.
According to Dad Hornblower,
self-appointed historian of North
vale, Dolan's cave had history.
ITS the very place" Dad used to
tell, shifting the wad of chewing
tobacco from one cheek to the 9th
BILL, THE BOY INVENTOR