Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1899-12-28

Eagerly Mr.. Snively assured his visi-
tor of his pleasure in putting his boat
at her disposal and gave her exhaust
i've directions as to the means of OBJ
tanning it. A delightful half-hour of
conversation followed AS though it
were a magician's wand the dainty fish
pole had placed the editor and his guest
at once on terms of the most charming
intimacy and the former didn't remem-
Der ever to have enjoyed a converse
ton so much in his life, albeit the talk
was wholly of reels and rods and
spoonhooks and other instruments of
slaughter.
All things, however, are bound to
come to an end, especially in an edi-
torial office, so it wasn't long before
Mrs. Tracy took her leave, escorted
down the stairway by her delighted
host.
At the door they were met by spicy
breeze straight from the pine woods
across the bay. Mr.. Snively sighed.
Where is this wonderful place you
are going tor" he asked.
"Ah, that's a secret" she replied
gayly. Il promised I'd never, never
tell"
"Oh, WELL then l suppose it's a crime
to even guess" And once more the edi-
tor sighed as he glanced out at the
sparkling waters.
But you've been so kind" exclaimed
the widow, noting the sigh and imme-
diately filled with conjunction. 1t
seems ungracious of me to keep it from
you who love so to fish" And then as
she saw him give another wistful
glance backward she burst out i'm
pulsively: Promise not to betray me
and I'll tell you-Its Patching Lake,"
"Patchang!" cried Mr.. Snively in
surprise, why, l never heard of a
fish down there in my life"
That's the charm of it" she rejoin-
ed gleefully, "and the man who told
me about it (such a dear, dirty, old
fisherman he was) was fearfully afraid
someone else would find it out; so
don't betray me-" And she hurried
away with parting smile that made
the dusty office seem duller than ever
when he got back to it and reluctantly
commenced setting up his editorials,
for Nj. Snively constituted the whole
working force of the Monitor.
And his task, too, seemed harder
than ever, after the Interruption
Thoughts of his pretty visitor kept in
truding themselves into the midst of
his most imprisoned appeals to the
voters of Meloogic.
How blue her eyes were and what
bewitching little rings of hair the
wind had blown up under the big hat
And then the fishing
The editor of the Monitor shook his
head. Could it be possible any man
living could have a soul so lost to
n0nor as to play joke on a woman
who looked like that? 1t seemed i'm
possible and yet Mr.. Snively was as
sure there wasn't fish within mile
of Patching as he was that there
wasn't free silver man in Meloogic.
Perhaps then Mrs. Tracy was sit
ting in that yawl vainly waiting for the
bite he felt certain she wouldn't get if
she sat there till the United States got
an honest government. And he was
actually staying at home and deliber-
ately abandoning a friend to such
fatei
AS this agonizing thought occurred
to Mr.. Snively, he dropped his type and
started for the door. But once there
he paused and slowly returned to his
form, only to find it more and more
to keep his mind on his
work
At last he gave up in despair.
Taking a hasty survey of what he'd
already accomplished he found his col
umns tolerably full, with the exception
of perhaps a single paragraph on the
local page. BY hard work the following
he might hope to set up his
pages and would trust to luck for the |
paragraph.
Like all fishermen, Mr.. Snively was
a firm believer in luck. He was also |
a man Of action when he chose and |
within five minutes of this calculation |
he had locked mp the editorial depart
ment and was on his way to Patchang
Lake.
When he reached that shallow sheet |
Of water little lady in blue serge sat |
in boat in the center thereof, with an
expression of virtuous indignation on
ner sunburnt features.
What luck?" called the editor from !
the shore.
Luck" cried the fair sportswoman. |
iolefully. There's not enough water in
this lake to catch cold in, much less a
fish. All I've got for my trouble is a
mighty poor opinion of fishermen in |
general and one dirty one in particu- !
lar"
Come over here" said Snively. II
know pond not a thousand miles |
away where the fish bite like mos |
luitoes. If you'll try it l think I can |