The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-10-08

| in the mountains. But wherep There
We're mountains north of him, mount
aims east of him, mountains south of
him. He had only to choose The
mountains to the north were the Marin
County branch of the Coast range. of
which Tamalpais is the most pronli-
nent feature. But Tamalpais is visible
from the city, SO they wouldn't do
The same fault attached to the mount
aims to the east, that rise from the arid
San Joaquin plains. Mount Diablo was
their great failure, and his internal
majesty was plainly visible from the
city. To the south were the Santa
Cruz mountains. in whose depths his
short-llyed romance of year ago was
enacted 1t is not strange that ignor-
/ ing the charms of Mendocino red
woods which necessitated day or two
of steamboat travel, and steeling his
heart against Bonner lake and the
snowy Sierras (Which were rather far
of into the bargain), he decided to
! seek the bracing mountain air in the
Santa Cruz range. F., was only
few hours distant from the city, and
yet the place was Il wild, untrodden
Wilderness wilderness possessing
the great advantage of accessibility.
One had only to strike out from the
station at F. in any direction to
lose himself-as he had once proved
in a virgin and primeval forest.
He had no hope of meeting his guon-
dam acquaintance again. Ii they had
been down at all, he felt sure they had
flown before that. He assured him.
/ self that he would not have wished to
meet them, for they had treated him
shabblly. 1t was most contradictory
impulse, then, that drew him the very
| first day of his arrival past the red
wood cabin. Ii he had hoped for any
sign of his will o-the-wisp friends,
however, he was disappointed. No
sign of life was about the place, and he
avoided it in his future rambles. The
large streams that flowed through the
forest were famous for trout. and to
| trout-fshing he devoted himself, as
offering fewer opportunities for getting
lost than hunting the wary deer. So
with rod and line, plentiful supply of
light literature, and sportsman's
lunch basket well filled, he would start
out for the day. He was impartial in
his choice of streams, and often angled
in the one that flowed near Hepsidam.
He choose that one to-day, and made
his way up the stream for long dis
lance by leaping from stone to stone,
OF by walking the mighty length of the
redwood trees that lay, as they had
fallen, in and across the stream in
every direction, and by wading with
his water-defying boots in the beautiful
smooth stretches of water.
At last he reached place he Judged
favorable alike for angling and for
reading. 1t was u redwood trunk, soft
with messy growths, hid among mighty
powders; and from this shelter his line
could play on a smooth pebbly pool
that promised lots of trout. Here he
ensconsed himself comfortably, baited
his hook, flung his line out into the
stream, propped the pole up near at
hand (Which may not be scientific
way to fish, but was quite in the way
of a lazy young MANI, stretched HIM
self at full length on his broad divan,
chose the most conversational novel his
pocket bore and was soon deep in it's
pages.
Behind him rose an absolutely per-
pendicular cliff, many feet in height,
dotted from top to bottom with waving
Give finger ferns. They were of such
dense and large growth that no portion
OF the rocky wall was visible, and down
through the tops of the redwoods hum
dreds of feet above and over the living
OF fho IL IL
ing rays. The trout were wary and
gave him plenty of time to get inter-
csted in his book, which, being lively
summer novel, caused him soon to for
get the shyness of the denizens of the
stream. SO in turning page it acted
quite like shock to his nervous sys-
TEN when he saw his pole bend and
suddenly show symptoms of falling
headlong into the stream. He caught
it with the mental ejaculation: ut
must be a big one to pull like THAR
and straightway his book was forgot.
ten. He lifted the pole and carefully
began to draw in the line, a. the same
time advancing to the edge of his nook
to see his game.
An exclamation of pain greeted his
effort to tauten his line, and there on
rock in the brook he beheld his catch.
He gazed in CONSERVATION at the sight
of a girl seated on the rock, and bend
ing over Il rosy bare foot, which bore
in the pink ball of tiny toe a cruel
black fish-hook. His effort to draw
in the line must have caused her acute
pain, and called forth the moan which
smote on his ears. Her head was Eent.
and her hands were busy trying to draw
out the ugly barb.
''Ehis must be another Lorelei, he
thought, ''and these woods are surely
haunted I'll be carried Off by pixie
next"
He hardly knew how to offer his SER
vices-as he was evidently unobserved,
it was awkward to break the silence
But of course it was only fair that he
should help this damsel in distress He
was just essaying "Allow me" when
she suddenly rose, without having ex-
tracted the hook, and attempted the
feat of walking on her heel Then
raising her eyes, she saw him helpless
and guilty before her.
'Your' she cried, family, and let her
skirts drop quickly over her feet,
whereat the former became as wet as
the latter.
"Your' he cried in rapture; for it
was she! no strange pixie nor Lorelei
but his dryad of a year ago. "Can YOU
ever forgive me?" he asked in deep
contrition. "'Let me take out that
wretched hook
She offered no resistance as he lifted
her up on messy log, and then deity,
and as gently as possible. cut out the
barb. OF course it was painful, but
two or three little gasps were all the
sign she gave, and they cut him to the
heart He tore up his handkerchief
for a strip to wrap around the little
bleeding toe.
And now," he said, as gayly as he
felt to be consistent with bad con-
science, fishermen always carry their
catch home, believe, and you can not
walk"
| She Welded to this arrangement, saw