The Republican journal., 1870-08-25

presume the fishing is attached" well" ("
(his time smiling, like like ripping sea
under an August sun and breeze.) ''let me
see if You can throw fly. Twill give YOU
leave to Whip the stream rs far rs the plank
crossing above
20, i would not spoil your sport for the
world"
"Pcrhaps YOU won't spoil my sport after
all When YOU are done, shall wait until the
water rests, and 90 over ii again
The slightest touch Of sarcasm gave the
flavor Of picked walnut to this remark We
pass beyond the aiders to where the stream
is more open. The gray damse, with her
rod on her shoulder, watches my perfor-
mances from the opposite bank. Rather
anxious to display my dattness at the gentle
art. | stand well back, Whisk out 4 very long
line. and as the flies are skimmin9 the water
the wicked wind suddenly tosses them wildly
about my ladv's turban, and in a second the
head gear is firmly hooked. With n orowl
al my awkwartlness, | waded ut once into
the brook. and begged her pardon. She
said nothing but bent her face towards me
in order to have the accident remembered
Al di me- The poet who Y t,s ensnared in
the golden hair of his mistress. could safely
sympathlZe with ne at the moment
81 am very unlurky. VIII You forgive
my awkwar,lness?
"Ies; but rs [ am my own game keeper,
You must give up your name
| took u card from my ny-bool1 and pre-
scntcd it to her.
''Mr. Frank Dalton I have heard the
name before. Arc you moi the editor of
something or other in London ?"
Heavens! something or other! Is it in
this style the Macrosmicrum was spoken of
in the provinces? | bowed, to imply that
the periodical dimlv referred to was under
my charge.
so, I'm so glad 70 have seen real liter
my man No wonder yon couldn't fish,
'Hnt | can. assure you"
"No; You came here to moon, and to
imagine yourself Izaak Walton Clever
people never make good anglers
''And vet saw you throw Il 1ly very prett-
ly Just now
'Take care. sr, take care: You have been
caught poaching. and if Won add to Your
crime by paving me 4 direct compliment,
you shall be charged before my pa with both
oilrnscs."
declare we talked on together with no
moro embarrassment than if we had known
each other for a month at least.
Mr. Dalton,'' said the little gray woman
(she was pctite) as we came to Il path lead
ing to Il house surrounded with dark cedars
her tone altering from one OF banter to that
OF young lady doing the honors of her do
man. ''Nou are quite welcome to angle on
our part of the river as long Us you are stop
ping here. DO You know that pa is a con-
trlhutor as well A. subscriber to YOUR
papcr?'
'Indecd' Well am very grateful,
Miss
s.Cl,ro
Miss Glare, have been indebted to Mr..
Glare for several essays ON cntomoo@y.''
90, pa is mad about black beetles [ am
his butterfly hunter Come up ana see our
collcction.''
We met Mr. Glare on croquct-lawn, and
IN few minutes were known 10 each other
rs correspondents
''lou will remain 10 luncheon. Mr.. Dal-
ton?"
''Thanls YOU"
Walking TO the Swan tina, night after an
entire day at Wimpc lodge, after Il luncheon
under the ccdars, and dinner, followed by
an hours croqnet, and an hour during which
4 waltz of Chopin's was played bv Miss
Clare to the fragrance of helotrope, | stop
ped on the hT;d@n Of the hamlet, and heard
the river again whispering wild tancics to
the reeds Again heard it as lay awake,
and seemed TO hear it as | slept and dreamt
one" more of t'ndine, this time clothed in
gray garments, and much resembling Miss
tiarc IN her general appearance. Next
IN the cast, thought, would my Emily, like
the Emily of Chauccr, rise with the sun? If
so, l would be down to the river on the chance
OF meeting her once more The trout had
an easy time OF it the anglers heart was
not IN his work. He whipped off his flies
ne pulled them with 4 stupid jerk from the
lishes' mouth. He would have sighed
''iielgho. and would have said, ''Alack,
alack II those expressions were not obso-
lete. Then, to make matters worse, he ceas-
Ell his calling altogether, and longed to cry.
''Aly lady sweet, arise. my lady sweet arise
with everything that pretty be-" Then he
lit cigar, which drove away the perfume ofI
the flowers. but could not stop the clamor of
the Wimple, which became, if possible, more
mportunatc in suggesting love reverics than
ever; Still my lady in gray comcth not
md am resolved TO 90 on q weak pretencc
!" lhc house, to examine q scarabmus or
some other fearful wild fowl connected with
a rustic iii the grass by me.
Why SO pensive, anglcr?"
" 1iioo NitIc, lne llSn won nllc; ana
have not the patience Of an adept"
~ on had better give it up and help me
o catch butterflies. There goes a lovely
)uc one ?n
And OF dashed the gray CATERS through
he meadow, scattering meadow-swect, but
ercups, and clover to right and left on their
path; above them a long pole, welded by
he owner, with Il net on the top of it, and
he quarry wa@@lng and skirling in front.
The gray damsel returns with the prey in
neshed; such q color on her cheek, such a
light in those violet eyes,
at is pity to call butterflies Latin names,
Mr.. Dalton. Flowers are spoiled in the
same way
81 wonder you have not greater respect
or science"
81 hate SCIENCE
''Music ~
30, love music, but that is different"
| am not going to try to write down our
ak that forenoon on that afternoon. 1t now
became Il daily custom Of ours to meet. and
frequently dincd and took ten at the I.odrc,
should say that Mr. Clare was a wdower.
md Bella his only daughter. 1T is hard to
osc her" he said to me one evening. across
he walnus and the wine; 1T is hard to lose
lrr"
Glad was that we were sitting between
he lights Bella was in the (lrawin~room
singing Il wor,lless song of Mcndelssobn's
hat was more eloquent than any verses that
)npt ho nya,. ,-n,1,lnI tn nouSir