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By
Nephi Anderson
Author of "Added Upon," "Romance of A Missionary," etc.
"The Keys of the Holy Priesthood unlock the Door of Knowledge and let you look into the Palace of Truth."
Salt Lake City, Utah
1921
Other books by Nephi Anderson.
"ADDED UPON"—A story of the past, the present, and the future stages ofexistence.
"THE CASTLE BUILDER"—The scenes and incidents are from the "Land of the
Midnight Sun."
"PINEY RIDGE COTTAGE"—A love story of a Mormon country girl.
Illustrated.
"STORY OF CHESTER LAWRENCE"—Being the completed account of one whoplayed an important part in "Piney Ridge Cottage."
"A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH"—A story of a Norwegian girl's trials andtriumphs. Illustrated.
"JOHN ST. JOHN"—The story of a young man who went through thesoul-trying scenes of Missouri and Illinois.
"ROMANCE OF A MISSIONARY"—A story of English life and missionaryexperiences. Illustrated.
"MARCUS KING MORMON"—A story of early days in Utah.
"THE BOYS OF SPRINGTOWN"—A story about boys for boys and all interestedin boys. Illustrated.
Dorian Trent was going to town to buy himself a pair of shoes. He hadsome other errands to perform for himself and his mother, but the reasonfor his going to town was the imperative need of shoes. It was Fridayafternoon. The coming Sunday he must appear decently shod, so his motherhad told him, at the same time hinting at some other than the Sundayreason. He now had the money, three big, jingling silver dollars in hispocket.
Dorian whistled cheerfully as he trudged along the road. It was a scantthree miles to town, and he would rather walk that short distance thanto be bothered with a horse. When he took Old Nig, he had to keep to themain-traveled road straight into town, then tie him to a post—and worryabout him all the time; but afoot and alone, he could move along aseasily as he pleased, linger on the canal bank or cut cross-lots throughthe fields to the river, cross it on the footbridge, then go on to townby the lower meadows.
The road was dusty that afternoon, and the sun was hot. It would becooler under the willows by the river. At Cottonwood Corners, Dorianleft the road and took the cut-off path. The river sparkled cool andclear under the overhanging willows. He saw a good-sized trout playingin the pool, but as he had no fishing tackle with him, the boy couldonly watch the fish in its graceful gliding in and out of sunshine andshadow. A robin overhead was making a noisy demonstration as if inalarm about a nest. Dorian sat on the bank to look and listen for a fewmoments, then he got up again.
Crossing the river, he took the cool foot-path under the willows. Hecut down one of the smoothest, sappiest branches with which to makewhistles. Dorian was a great maker of whistles, which he freely gaveaway to the smaller boys and girls whom he met. Just as it is more funto catch fish than to eat them, so Dorian found more pleasure in givingaway his whistles than to stuff them in his own pockets. However, thatafternoon, he had to hurry on to town