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Show THE RICH COUNTY NEWS. RANDOLPH, UTAH ftDOYt SCOUTS DIE BROCADE DAS By KATE EDMONDS ""trrirrrrrrrf re vfgjiji ,j br XoCiure Nnrppr ermuy ( Co nd noted Sr National CoaaoU of ih Bog Olive swung the bag carelessly $ Scouts of America.) she walked! it was a beautiful thlnm1 created of oriental brocade In peacoS shades. , Larry Deane had given It t& FOR LACK OF A BOY SCOUT her oc her birthday, shortly after, their engagement, and she cherished The papers recently gave consider- it above all her treasures savd able publicity to the fact that a cer- beautiful cluster of diamonds on the bes tain physiciaa lost himself In ths finger. , j woods while on a' hunting expedition The cord will break and you will and was found two weeks later, nearly lose the bag, cautioned Larry. starved with a raw partridge In hls It Is quite strong, retorted Olive, hand, because he bad no matches to quite unpleasantly.' start a fire. It Is Interesting to notice I dont suppose tt would matter If how frequently In commenting upon you did lose it, went on Larry In a this.. incident the newspapers have , frigid tone. pointed out that the doctor should Olive pondered provoklngly. There have had a boy scout along, to short are some really precious things In It him how to make a fire by fried oh and my vanity case, my gold purse, the find his direction by sun and stars. phllopena gift Joe Watterson gave me, "By reason of the scout movement, one of hls letters, and the next generation will be better preIsn't that enough? glared Larry, pared for such emergencies, observes tor they had been disagreeing about the gait Lake City News. "To say the Joes attentions to Olive. man suffered for lack of a match Is to As he' helped bee out of the car at misstate his case. He suffered almost her home and she released her hand, to death for lack of fire, and he lacked he discovered that she had left ths fire because we have come to depend ring In hls so mneh on matches. What he needed, He grew white and stared at palm. her, In the absence of matches, was a You mean that, Oliver knowledge of some earlier way of makOf course. ing fire. Some knowledge of the arts Why? of primitive man are derirebte for all You do not trust me you ara who would seek the primitive wilds. jealous. I This Is one of the great Meas of the I am sorry you believe that I boy scout organization. The finished said nothing until yon criticised my scout, left in the woods, oeold make a dancing with Ella well, what does it fire by rubbing sticks, could make a matter? If yon really cored yon could wigwam or a hut, and oeuld estimate not play with happiness In this way. the general direction by Ms watch With Good-bhe said, and drove madly the aid of the son. The boy scout or- down the drive. ganizers did not discover these things, On the veranda, Olive watched him but they discovered that they could with unbelieving eyes ; as he went still be used In an age of great arti- the gray car became a blur because ficial progress. she was crying. When her mother Inquired why she wept, Olive confessed that she had lost her beautiful BOY SCOUT 8TATUE FOR FOCH t ""'-- -' O. MIL j . . cluster-of-dlamon- 1 AU T WAS a farm house of the colonial time, built before the architects were about. It was broad at the bottom, but broader at the top, with eaves where the swallows could nest In communal force. And the eaves reached down so low to the ground that I have myself ridden off the rear slope from the big chimney and dashed Into a snowdrift and none the worse for It. There were snow plies in those dajs! Almost to lie eaves And under those eaves Cod bless them! there were warm hearts; and there were also doughnuts in huge piles,' and compumpkin pies in rows; and there were other forts, for no one had then discovered bncterln, and we were in no danger from eating good food. When we got cold outdoors we could go inside and be warmed Internally. The house was painted red, for that was the warm color, like the fire In the chimney, and I know no other reason why all e farm houses were of that color. - Only the front was white, and there were green blinds I think it was the fashion, and the time never was when anyone would be out of fashion in- nova tors and radicals excepted. Fashion, you must know. Is simply doing what osiers do, and not bothering your head about It, and believing ''what others believe, with just as little troi ble to yourself. It is a beautiful way of keeping, us all alike, for what mi 'I it come of it if no two ever did the same tiling, or believed the same thing, or wore the same coat, or, for that matter, 1 ved e the same person T The people had a reason for the catechism. It w as a good oue. It kept jtliem ult together, like a regiment. Nowa lays there are Some who would even throw away the dictionary ar.d spell the Lord knows how Just as each one pleases. them-seHe- old-tim- old-tim- Over the double door reached the big arms of a great butternut. Do you know there is no tree In all the world so homeful as a butternut? Its arms are like those of a father, and it has not a stingy trait about It. Then you should lie, as I have. In September, and hear of a night the nut falling off, one, or two, or three at a time on site root. Eat, tat, tat, until our dreams were fu.l of jthe joys ef the morning; or, for that matter, even of the puddings, which should com i of it when the meats were enough to fill a Mg bowl. Ye, Indeed! a butternut pudding, with a plv,nty of cider, is good even in dreamland. To the ack of the house w as an orchard, where Spitsenliertfs and Pearmalns grew. Some of the trees leaned o that we could w alk up them, and sit with the birds. I, w hen a boy, knew a robin so well th'at she built her nest w lthin five feet of me, while I whistled and talked to her. To the side of the orchard stood a fine grove of basswood. In which were fifty hives of bees, in two long houses twe rows In each house. There is nothing so wonderful In the world as an apple orchard In blossom. It Is fit for worship. The trees are friendly and hearty. Their arms come low down to the ground, as if reaching after us. What wealth of blossom There Is no suggestion of niggardliness. Ah, eveu now I see the old grandmother in her chair, when the petals came down in a great shower and laid lovingly on her white hair. And the blessed mother beside a sweet her also. Nature loved them. There fitness, and when we boys came to their side and brought the ripest Pearmalns and Lady Sweets,, and otherwise Identified them with the fruit, It was out of our hearts. But how shall I ever get to New Years at this rate, for I am not yet half around the house, and my soul will not let me hurry on. To see things and hear things when they happen is well enough ; but, ah, to have them in ones self and be able to call them out of the memory, that Is worth the while. Tls better than any phonograph. There was an offset In the turf, just beyond the harvest pear; and this was where the little mother had her pinks, and poppies, and bachelor tuttons, and cinnamon roses, and johnnie-jump-upIt was a place of marvelous beauty, and of marvelous work of that I can testify. But it was delicious In the early morning, before the day w as on a gridiron end again after sundown. You should have seen the little mother and Granny Williams, or some other one, going about this treasure island In the midst of the world. Ah, "It smells like a fresh this!" and Ah, that! .Indeed," young babe, said Granny Williams." -M the little mother, but I had not thought of that ; but, as likely as not, for it baa a soft pinkish Then she would snuff at It, like yellow color. ary professor examining a new chemical mixture. v 1 1 s s. i- the time she was gathering In her apron ' dropped rose leaves and poppy leaves to press between the leaves of the big Bible. A little down the slope liy the vegetable garden of my father, full of long, narrow beds, all turned over each year by the spade and the spine. Oh, Lord ! but yet I have the memory of it In my back. Why had they not thought of gardens to be furrowed by horsepower? But they had not. I think bore use they were yet too full of Old England, and a Tankee was, after all, the most Imitative creature in the world. He shook his fist, and wagg3d his tongue like the great bell at Moscow at the world Englishman, but for all tint he was . hirasvlf English, both In Ills stomach and In his head. He not only spaded hls gardens, but he took his snuff like an Englishman, and he built his fence after an English pattern. What else could explain why he had so many little yards .. about our house, and built our house close down . by the road? As If we were crowded Into a little lsUnd, and had not room enough to turn around In. We are more Independent now, and really ire getting some notions of our own. But then jur house stood only a stones throw from the alghway, and there was a little bes of a yard In front, and this was full of locust trees and honeysuckles, and there at night the honey moths would In the blossoms. come and play high-sp- y George III, our great gray cat. would sit down to look at one that came too near for what was It? a bird or a butterfly? And like all of us, be was a bit of a naturalist He liked very much to classify the world, but never hesitated to put the choicest specimens In hls stomach, which is, I see, the They will eat a way with other scientists. inegalothoporold as quick as a pig. -- But you should have seen the sturtions, as they grew In rows all about the vegetable beds, foe our father also had an eye to beauty. Did he not set hollyhocks all about hls corn fields? Then, when the great stalks of crimson and gold stood up In summer, and the folk that went by to church . stopped to look with admiration, he sold. Truly, And he liked ene 9hall not live by bread alone. best those neighbors who looked the longest a the little mother liked best those who ate most of her goodies. The saffron, and dill, and the roe and rosemary, and carraway, and fennel, and the mints, grew by the brook that ran down hock of tlie house ami garden; and. Uuleed. there were also more of these liartis that stood always hi live place of a family doctor. Indeed, you may look ; but it was not so bad an exchange. And as for the notions, they may have been ns worse th as Hie guesses of tlie profession nowadays. There Is uo good living where there are ns brooks, and this was a brook of the first water. It bubbled out of a rocky hollow, some little secret cavern, and then It laughed and tumbled for half a mile before it got over Its fun. The little mother In summer would wralk with us tliere, and she would sometimes say, Now, let .us go father over to the glen, where the bigger brook is, and tlie ferns, and the wltchhasel and the yellow birch, and the beechdrops." Oh, It was glorious fun! But at night, after work, the ilear father would come early from the field, and say. Now, let us Then eh, but hpw can all go for strawberries. I tell you such delicious Joys! You know nothing of wild strawberries, much less do you know the delight of creeping about the meadows and down by the stumps In the pastures, while the bobolink whistles, and the brooks gurgled, as we gathered the long stems that My lovingly against the gross. Where are we? I had no business out of season and in midwinter to take you through snow banks to pickstrnwberries. But tls such tricks the memory plays. We will get at once hack to the house. The front door, as you see, opens Just In the middle In halves, and from that the hall runs back as straight, as a Puritans nose, right through every, thing, till It lands In the big kitchen. And the two halves of the door swing open separately. I know not why it was, unless It were an Inheritance from , when It was well to be able to look pioneer-daysout and parley a little before opening the way for an Indian rush.. So, at any rate, all the doors in those days were cut across the middle. In the big yard was the woodshed, and that was full of piles of wood as dry as tinder. It was the comfort of winter, and the very right arm of a successful home. From the woodshed we all went, kicking first the dirt from our boots. Into the great living Over this door roonj, where we were all together. was twined with care n great bittersweet, and all over the stone curb of the well was a wild clematis. "Father," said the little priestess, ti as well to cultivate the beautiful and enjoy It Why whlte-flowerln- snould It all be shut up In books?" It Is so." said my father. God made the world, and he put the flowers here as well as the potatoes. I have no patience with those who do not follow God. To be sure," Said my little mother, and the weeds are here to teach us diligence and patience." But the quack, said my father, that And the burdocks," might as well be left out" said she, are excellent for beer, and the leaves are good for draughts. Perhaps, If we could see it, said he, all things are good. Tls for us to make the best of everything, said she. And as our Jim came up, she put her hand on hls arm and on mine, and then said slbwly: Tls a world in which we can make beantlful boys and girls If first we ourselves are right What more could we ask And the birds, ah, but you should have seen how they nested about that house. They will eat all thehcrrles, said my Uncle George, and he rapped hls carve lustily on the floor of the porch. But our ' fathej smiled and 'said, Let us count them all Intomur family, and plant for them also when we So he put In a few rows of peas more, plant. And a dozen and said, They are for the orioles. cherry trees down by the fence were for the robins, nnd for the cedar birds who have a cherry tooth. Then he went up to the woods edge, nearby the big beeches, where there were wild cherries, and Into these he put scions of finer sorts; for the So the robins, and the bluebirds, birds, my boys. and the wrens, and indigo birds, and the goldfinches, and the ctbird3, and all other sorts of thrushes and finches, and I cant tell you how many more, came to us; and they filled the trees with nests, and they paid for all they took Jn song and helpful labor. And a robin built Its nest In the window seat of hls bedroom' and sang to him in the morning, while he lay In hls bed. Ah, yes, they worked well together, my father and the brocade bread-and-butt- Some bird, ejaculated Larry, as the little gray car poked along through a pleasant byway on the road home. Hls gaze was fixed on a bit of briln liant perched In a shad bush beside the road. Olives bag! he ejaculated, recognizing it with a pang, and' the little gray car stopped abruptly. Larry took ' the bag from its perch and studied the gorgeous peacocks woven Into the fabric. She had said Joe Wattersons letter was there ruthlessly he pulled die bag open and looked; the golden purse, the foolish pencil Joe had given her It looked like a .stick of peppermint candy some letters which he and one penrecognized as hls ciled scrawl which might be Joes. Suddenly he did not care about Joe. Hls own letters made the bag precious to her naughty little thing. Just then be heard footsteps, hurrying. Larry hung the bag on the shad bush and the little car scampered to a bend in the toad and waited breathlessly. Larry peered through the underbrush. It was Oliva She was batless and there were traces of tears on her soft cheeks and her Ups were very pathetic. When she saw the brocade bag she uttered a soft cry of pleasure, and snatching It from the bush, hugged It to her Upa You dear, dear thing! she sobbed, you are all that I have left That Is what she really said, for Larry had stolen upon her and heard her just In time to hold her very tightly In his strong arms. Is tt too late for happiness, dear? he asked the repentant girl. Not If you can forgive my folly, she whispered. "Then let us say It will never happen again and the ring Is In the . , bag At last when they were seated In the car and Larry had started it, Olive turned swiftly. What was that sound -' Larry said he didnt know, but I think be suspected It was a quiet chuckle from the sympathetic little gray car. blue-gree- Boy Scouts Have Been Paying Hom- age to Marshal Foch and Presenting Him With Various Gifts, Among Which Are a Talt Makenzie Boy Scout Statue In Bronze, Presented By Lorillard Spencer, Scout Commissioner of Manhattan, in Behalf . of the Scoots, and a Genuine Indian ' Pipe of Peace and a War Club, Given I Behalf of the Scouts By Remington Schuyler of New birds. ' OMAHA SCOUTS PREVENT WRECK The barn was not far away. Th not decent, said the little4 mother. There should be shade Two boy scouts, James Caldwell and for the cows and the pigs and the hens. You Clarence SwinghMm ef Omaha, reare right, little mother, said my father; and he a serious train wreck brought a load of willow sticks; and he planted cently prevented by prompt action and presence of them all the way around the bam and Its yard. And these grew and throve mightily, and at last mind. Coming home from a hike they discovered that a large tree had fallen they were a great grove, that hung all over the across the track of the bam and hid It. The little mother said, Did I directly o passenger train which not tell you? and then she drew the breath coolly Omaha-Chlcagwas already whistling around the through one comer of her mouth, as she surveyed tlie transformation, Indeed, you 'did, little moth- bend only a few hundred yards away. er you said It and no one would have done It, Tearing off the red sweater of one of the boys they ran along the track, had you not. And $be hens cackled their delight, and the cows at night lay down facing the moon, waving the danger signal frantically. as it sifted In between the leaves, and all day they The train was baited and doubtless Nothing to were nicely comforted from the sun. And when many lives were saved. It, said Scout Swlnghohn when peoId Daisy went to the tub to drink- - she would look tried to overwhelm the lads with up between sips, as If to say, The Lord be praised ple praise. We just did a good turn and for this shady yard." A true barnyard Is a dewhat boy scoqts are for." The lightful place, full of peace and love. Lllah, the thats tree was one which some bee hunters oollle, comes and puts her head through the gate once an hour, and, surveying matters, says, Yes, had evidently felled and ran away all Is as It should be-- ; all Is correct," then she goes from In dismay when they saw It had back to run along where Jim and I and our father fallen in so precarious a place. The are at work In the orohard. Or If It be and It contrast between tlie conduct of the and that of the men speaks for really Is or it ought to be, New Year's day, she boys looks In at the kitchen window, and waits till we Itself. Once again, We cant help em." open the door that she may curl up by the fire. being proud of But George III gets up on hls hind feet to the door latch and rattles It, and then waits till we GIVES BLOOD TO SAVE CHILD let him In. A true cat Is half human. Ah, If but if they could once get articulation, what would come of HI It Is well that they cannot . Charles Hopper a slxteen-year-ol- d for they would rout out and dispossess half or boy scout of Troop 4, Terre Haute, o .with quack and In all probability saved the life of more of the human sort. baby girl by thistles, and talking cats, and cqllie dogs, we a giving a pint of bis own blood for should be made either wiser or killed off. Come," said my uncle George, let us make our transfusion, ns a voluntary sacrifice. New" Year's call I" In those days It was not yet The childs mother had already given forgotten to be neighborly, and once a year we all two transfusions, but was too weak expected to look In' on each other and break to give more, and the childs life was Hopper came bread, or at least cut cake. And we sat down to a despaired of when young ' i bit of gossip ahd exchanged new;; and when It to the front was over everybody knew fill about everybody TOP NOTCHERS ONLY rise, and there was no need at all te print It But It. all at about was our It I shall tell you nothing Troop 5 of Tulsa, Ok la., has nothing own business and we were simple folks, and you In Its ranks. who live today have your big. notions and your but merit badge scouts nine these are three Among too Eagles, So our New easily. and laugh new ways yon Years day went by In Its own homely why, ami we Life and Star scouts and three Vethad our calls; and we went home at night and erans. Their combined Merit badges total 380. The troop has 18 active nibbed our hand and our stomachs and were content Not one of us envied your telephones and members, all of whom are In high knick-knacor ever gave School with the . exception ef two telegraphs and other who are freshmen In the them a thought Bless the Lord, enough Is enough, members of Tulsa. John Sbleppey, Unh more have Idea entity of n any and It Is likely you what will be about a hundred years stem now th!r assistant scoutmaster, was one Indeed I think they will call you savages. Pish of the first Eagles in Tulsa, and has 42 Merit badges to hls credit but what a world of conceit It Is. -- ld y bag. "How careless, chided Mrs. Dare.1 Perhaps it Is in the car, dear. Shall I telephone to Larry? . No no please do not I I have given Larry back hls ring and Ive lost hls bag and I never want any of them back again, announced Miss Dare In a wavering tone. You have lost something very pre--x dous, remarked her mother sadly. The bog didnt have much In It ust a note from Joa, atterson and a few other things. I did not mean the bag I meant ' Larry, was Mrs. Dares quiet reply. oa ?- Regular Zoological Garden. We swiped this question from a contemporary and asked some of the wives for their answers to It: What does your husband do? Here are the answers; He always Is growling hes a bear. He always Is barking hes a dog. He Is always .. crowing hes a rooster. ' He nevot says a word hes a wise old owL He is always saying neigh (nay) hes a horse. He Is always kicking hes a mule. Hes always scratching (for money) -l- ie's a cat Cincinnati Enquirer. The Cynloal One. Constant Reader writes In to say that hq has never seen a deaf, dumb," and blind politician, paralyzed in every limb, whb wasnt honest Chicago American. |