The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-10-09
OUR BIG SALMON. "a
A Happy Consummation Brought
About by It's Capture.

1t was no ordinary salmon; not one
of us can speak of it even now but with
bated breath and q tendency to retell
this story. Several of our friendsathink
it time to go the moment that grand
fish thrusts its nose into the conversa-
ton. Lord Dufer even departed in a
huff yesterday afternoon because we
persisted in final gossip upon the sub
ject; but he is devoid OF all sense of
either romance or sport without which
incongruous ingredients our salmon
can not be dished up for Conversational
purposes; orperhaps as pause the
others accept the hypothesis with many
voiced acclamations The was in love
with Ethel himself! She who ought to
know best denies this, but her good
nature in sheltering rejected lovers
from r.dicule is proyerbial in the fam
lily. ,.s.e y~
1t is perhaps the most perfect hour of
the year, viz, six o'clock on July
evening, and especially perfect because.
we are Just going to have tea, an event
which attains exceptional importance
owing to the fact that luncheon at the
sitting hour of one was a farce. We
have been out nee early morning, q
state OF things Whicl has obtained ever
since our arrival in Wales ten DAYS AGO,
and are grouped in picturesque atti-
tude, sucn as girls naturally adoot
when in momentary ex, e2taton of the
return oil the gentlemen, round the head
OF q rocky pool some miles up the
river. ...........
This spot has, after an exhaustive ex-
animation of the entire neighborhood,
been pronounced by thefamily the beau
ideal Of romantic perfection, The MUIR
muir of the fall soothes our ears; Cap
taip Croft calls such musica ''ceaseluss
din, ~ but men of his stamp have no
business outside London; in fact his
adverse verdictalone would be enough
TO decide us in having afternoon tea
hera 1t is pleasant to lie on the rocks
staring down into the glittering black
ness Of the deep pool, while the pres
sence of the heavy salmon which lives
at its lower end, and occasionally
startles us with a loud splash, is fraught
with ceaseless excitement ,N8GUs :. n
Dick and Captain Croft have often
tried him with everything, from a
Jack Scott to a "Silver Doctor"
without getting the ghost Of an offer
from his majesty. They will soon re-
turn, surly, after the bootleSs fatigue of
long wading, and, if we know anything
of tisherman's nature, try him vet
again. &A
Meantime, we light fire of dry
sticks and arrange everything in way
calculated to cheer the eyes Of disap-
pointed anglers.
We are disguised to see Captain
Croft returning first, and more still to
see Ethel with him, for Dick has lopo
been her slave, and we did hope to find
that he and Ethel would be together
and that something would occur to pre-
vent his threatened departure to-mor-
row morning. Ii this afternoon turns
out blank, we give up hope, for Dicks
due in india in October, and win not
get another chance with Ethel. ~. d
This morning Captain Croft killed
two SEWN, and Ethel was the only one
of us civil enough to congratulate him.
Dick appeared at lunch with an empty
creel, bronzed and tired. but as usual.
cheerful. This cheerfrlness Of his, adj
ded to curious habit very curious.
even unique, considering his sex-of
thinking of every one else before himself
have helped to make us worship Dick
as an elder brother.
Il wish some of you acould be shade
less sisterly," heard him mutter the
other night when Ethel said with a
guilelesS smile: I'VE all look upon you
quite as brother, YOU know, Dick, ri +
Captain Croft and Ethel, whom we re-
ceiyed with dignified stiffness, throw
out strong hints upon the subject of
tea, but we request them not to be
greedy, which is uncyi, and declare
that the kettle is not boiling. which is
untrue. Possibly we rather astonish
Captain Croft with our rudeness. but
we are sure about Dick, and our enemy
has often eAough disavowed all surprise
at the vagaries of our sex.
While the ang er, finding us too diff
cult for conversation, turns over the
leaves of his tiy-book me1itativelv,
Ethel reclines among the sea of brake
fern which envelopes our camp. l OBJ
serve her from behind "a book, and re-
Elected for the thousandth time that the
multitude of her con fuests ss MOTTO be
wondered al Who can Withstand such
blue eyes and soft curly hair and the
dimples which come ana 90 as she
speaks? Again, her voice is like the
MARBLE of nightingale, and-but sister
Ethel is theme which, from its. exceed
ing attractiyeness, must label dan
gerous.
AS Dicl, comes in sight clanbering
oyer the rocks with his long rod cver