Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1892-01-26

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 st,il so swollen from the
spring foods as to fill 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 II new
supply of superduous lines and leaders,
1--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"
The name does not sound very prom
Using, does it," smiling at his eagerness.
They were getting on fairly we'll in
these days, in a comfortable, matter Of
fact friendliness. They did not much
affect each others society each went
his or her own way in an harmonious
independence-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 otl:cr days, they had to
remember more recent ,.nes of stormy
passion and jealous fury, and find food
for graduation in the reflection that this
present epoch might he far worse than
it was
And who are goingE"
Only Ingalls,, Horton and myself, so
far as heard from. Horton spoke of ask
ing that young Bardisl who was at the
park last summer presume you met
him"
Possibly, but don't recall him."
"A cadaverous youth who hung about
the Rogerses a good deal" absently alb
sorbed in his fly book.
NO" dryly. 1T was a cadaverous
clergyman who hung about that quarter
in my day; and his name was not
Bardill."
"Bardill had probably gone before you
got there. That's pretty fly, Nita,
admiringly holding it out for her in
spection.
Lovely" with well simulated enthu
siasm, seeing nothing to distinguish il
from any other of those bits of feather
that covered the page on his knee.
do you know" hesitating almos
shyly, Il thought perhaps you nigh
like to go. They tell me it is a lovely
1 IL b hot l.,
and his wife would so if there wer
other ladies. You have not been lookin.
we'll lately; the trip might do you good.
"And is this young Bardill still hang
ing about the Rogerses:"
? "I'm sure don't know. Why?" star
, ing, surprised at the irrelevant question
"Only was wondering if they woul,
be invited" She could have bitten he
tongue for the impulsive candor. Hi
face flushed angrily.
Nobody has suggested it., folding u
the flies and coldly rising to go. -
infer from your manner that you don
J much care to be invited though. Well,
more pleasantly, lit might be a har
jaunt for you, and you were never owe
fond of camping. Perhaps you are wis
to keep yourself cool at home"
After moment OF hesitation she TO
lowed after him to the hall door why
Don, you hardly gave me time to spea
for myself" she gently expostulatet
eff you don't mind-if it would nc
make too much trouble for you," in
small, meek voice, II think would Liz
to go very much" There was a sol
entreaty in her eyes that brought him
full step nearer her.
Trouble, child Why, if | had nc
wanted you would not have asked yol
would p shall only be too glad to HAY
You, as you ought to know" He mad
slight movement as If he might
going to bend and kiss her, as he used
aRwaun dlsW f0figwea him to the Ae'