Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-09-17


lCltile today"
The cottonwoods were showering the
Rocky mountain world with their silken
mockery of snowfakes: summer was
working its miracles of beauty upon the
EARTH and weary hearts were stirring
with evanescent taste of youth again in
Joy with natures rejuvenescence.
In every soft breeze that famed his
cheek Donald Bartels heard a whispered
invitation to the woods. While the
streams were still so swollen from the
spring hoodsas to FL every trout beyond
the possibility Of seeing temptation in
the most alluring fly. he must fit joints
Of his split bamboo together to make
sure it was ready for conquest must
lovingly finger over the parti-colored
pages Of his fly book, and lay in new
supply of superAuous lines and leaders.
We are talking of going up on Snake
creek to spend the Fourth he an
nounced, with anticipatory delight just
before the day of national celebration.
They say the fishing there this year is
away ahead of anything in Colorado.
"Ihe name does not sound very prom
isng does it," smiling at his eagerness.
They were getting on fairly well in
these days, in a comfortable, matter Of
tact friendliness. They did not much
affect each others society-each went
MS or her own way in an harmonious
ndependence-but three times day at
least they assumed kindly interest in
each others sayings and doings when
they met at table And if either some
times sighed for other days. they had to
remember more recent times of stormy
passion and jealous fury, and find food
Tor graduation in the reflection that this
present epoch might be far worse than
it was
And who are goingYr
Only ingalls,, Horton. and myself, so
lar as heard from. Horton spoke Of ask
ING that young Bardill who was at the
park last SUMNER presume you met
him.
Possibly: but don't recall him"
"A cadaverous youth who hung about |
Inc Rogerses good deal. absently alb
sorbed in his fly book.
No dryly. 1T was cadaverous
Clergyman who hung about that quarter
n my day; and his name was not
Bardiilr
aBardill had probably gone before you
got there. That's pretty fly, Mia,
samiringly holding it out for her in
spection.
Lovely" with well simulated enthu-
sasm, seeing nothing to distinguish it
Iom any other of those bits Of feathers
mat covered the page ON his knee.
DO you know" hesitating almost
,snyly' Il thought perhaps you might
lAe to 60. They tell me it is lovely
place to camp, and Dewey said that he
ana his wife would go if there were
O'her ladies'. You have not been looking
wei lately; the trip might do you good.
And is this young Bardill still hang
ing about the Rogersess"
I'm sure don't know. Why star
ing, surprised at the irrelevant question.
Only was wondering if they would
= invited. She could have bitten her
.onsle for the impulsive candor. His
lace flushed angrily.
Nobody has suggested it. folding up
sle nles and coldly rising to 60 =
.uier from your manner that you don (
.laeh care TO belnvited though. Well,
silie Pleasantly, 1T might be a hard
sl'-.t Tor you, and you were never over
:, ~ q camping. Perhaps you are wise
" Aeep yourself cool at home
after moment of hesitation she toll
'OSed after him to the hall door. Why,
Concluded next week.