Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-11-15

gave Gn6m no IOOQ ana uIG not speak g
word. After playing with them for
half an hour, he rose and touched the
water with his stick, when they rolled
off and swan away.
"GOOd-mOrning, said I, casting my
hook as he stepped ashore.
What do you call q good morning ?"
said he, plucking leaves from a cypress
bush and scattering them over the wa
ter.
"This morning"
"Whv so ?"
because the trout bite, "I answered,
landing one.
"Yo1 are a trifer, and Illogical.
Trout biting does not make a good
morning. A good morning makes trout
bite.
"You are a philosopher"
"NIost people call me a fool"
"Why?" I asked.
Because they are fools themselves"
"You are dOgmatic.
"Iruth is always So"
"YOu are singular"
Sometimes singular, sometimes
plural"
"Now you are humorous.
"Facts are often funny"
eyes, I am thinking Of one now
"What is it ?"
"Your companionship with the tur-
ties"
"Ah! did you see them? ?"
eyes"
eve are good friends. Z never pur-
chased their goodwill, either, with
food or money, as we do that Of men
"BarRum would give you $40, 900 for
them, I said.
He raised his stick as if to strike
me, but, dropping it on his shoulder,
he turned about and walked down the
hog-traiI that led through the under
growth.
I followed him. Coming out on the
highway and crossing the bridge, he
plunged into the woods and came to
the base of the granite mountain that
overlooked the stream, where he stop
ped. Thrusting the stick down his
back, he began the ascent, pulling up
by the bushes on both sides of a we'll
worn path. The route was tOrtuOus-
around rocks, down rocks, and over
rocks; but we gained the summit, a
plateau half a mile In circumference,
In the middle stood a hut of rough
boards built against a solitary pro
i0CI4-4El 4OSEAI 4L-O N4OOL 5DOOA OD6uu
He entered. I waited, hesitating
Ten minutes waiting made me anX-
iOus. I went up and looked in. There
was a split-bOttOm chair, low stool
nothing else. I entered and searched
the room. The man was not there
Turning to go out, L saw in the door a
young girl. She was bare-fOOted, bare
headed, authenticated, bIack-eyed,
sIatternly dressed in a dingy calico
slip, but the prettiest little sIattern I
ever saw.
'I beg your pardon, Miss" I spoke.
"but where is the gentleman who Just
went In the room ?"
"He stands before me, she said, in
a voice that tempted me to clasp her.
despite her UnrOyal attire.
Il mean the other one"
There is no other one. You are the
only one. Come, sit at my feet on this
! stool" And, giving me a swing by the
arm, she set me down where she had
! hidden. She then seated herself In the
chair, and, placing her feet in my lap,
said
saint they pretty %
They are, indeed" / answered; shut
/ your face is pretter.
"Of course it is. Nothing is prettiel
/ than a wOman's face. Kiss me-"
She bent down and I kissed her. But
/ I was getting alarmed.
Miss, I said, this is certainly &
compromising position, and were YOU
! father to step in"
@DOn't be afraid; I have no father. .
Who was the man who came In here
/ half an hour agO?"
@This is he. tapping me on the
/ shoulder with one hand, PIayfully slap
ping my cheek with the other.
I thought her crazy.
well, by all the turtles in the river
I swear
She turned pale, trembIed all over
/ and would have fallen had / not riser
and caught her. IT was an awkward
/ fz-on top of a mountain, IN hut
holding a pretty girl In my arms. anC
/ expecting every moment to be con
fronted by her father, who, I knew
had q stout stick if no more dangeroul
weapon. She looked up at me. family