The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-10-15
A FORTUNATE ANGLER.
The Best Catch" OF Q Young
Mans Life.

They were summering in the Santa
Cruz mountains, the most delightful
place in the most delightful State in
the Union. The days were long. but
full Of the interest that extended ram
bles and sylvan discoveries confer. A
fine stream. in which one could wade
or battle to hearts content. kept up its
ccascless conversation. like the hum Of
near and far voices How beautiful In
the early morning was the light falling
on the ranks Of giant redwoods; and
surely there never was bluer. purer
sky than that bent above II ALL
Amy Desart. book In hand, sauntercd
down lcafy path. on which faint rays
Of light from the far sky sifted down
through the redwoods' odorous branch
e, glinted on their Scared trunks. and
fell like silver arrows into the rich
shade Of the forest The book she car
ried was pretext. The day was for
dreaming. and what printed page could
charm the eye. when there were a
thousand distractions tempting the
curiosity and challenging the admira-
ton OF a healthy nAsnres Ii a bumblinc
bee, q vagrant bird. clnmp Of yellow
violets o. broad golden back" were
enough to speak to poetic soul OF
charm an artists eye, who could tire Of
watching the grander beauties Of red
wood forest. or weary OF the sudden
gIimpscs through opened boughs q
Che sublime blue mountains? SO q
book was quite a useless thing to Mis-
AMY Desart, but at the same time heI
habitual companion.
She was aroused from her lazy
dreaming by loud halloo. Indeed
she was not Immediately aroused. fol
the hallooing had been going on fol
quite Il respectable length Of time be
fore her drowsy consciousness stirres
to the effect Of something unusual; fol
hallooing. save for owls. was by M
means common IN those silent depths
Once aroused from her summary stupor
she listened with growing interests
The calls continued at intervals. paus
ing, seemingly in expectation or hop
OF some reply. Miss Desart concluded
a. she heard no responsible halloo from
any other part Of the forest. that tn
call was from some one lost In the vii
derness As soon ~ her half somno
lent brain had formed this conclusion
her voice took up the idea, and whcl
another desperate and far away shou
came to her ear, she answered with
musical call from her vigorous youni
lungs, at the same time going in tn
evident direction Of the sound.
She was heard. for responsive en-
came in slightly louder tones. so sh
knew that, whoever II was. he wa
approaching her voice. Making
trumpet Of her hands. she cried
ssLost2"
The answer came quite distinctly
evidently trumptcd in the same mar
ner: Yes"
She lost all her languor Here va
something Of lively interest to occup
her time. who are youP' she calles
John Westwood," came the answer
ssOf San Francisco he continued.
Unhcsitatingly she plunged into III
underground and tracklcss way Of III
woods. her guide the voice, which kcl
up rather onc-sidcd conversation
that can be called conversation /
she only answered occasionally 70 sho
MIN that she was coming. She had Il
lear 81 being lost herself. for she ha'
time and again. roamed in the decpe
and widest parts Of the forest. whic
wa fuh Of landmarks for her.
'Out hunting and lost anyway.
came slowly and dctachcdly 70 h
ears.
She stopped and said to herscl
I've mind TO leave him 70 his fat
The idea Of desccrating this sacrv
place with shot-gunr'
However, she proceeded to the re
cue determining TO give Mr.. Joi
Westvood calistlc piece Of her mir
when once she had discovered him. (
y safe to say here. in parcnthcsis. tn
she forgot her cruel intention long b
aere che came up to him. She pick