The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1901-11-07

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with feet firmly planted, tense in
every limb, and beautifully balanc-
Ing the heavy rod. She had not
called out for assistance, or begun
shaking. as some women do in their
excitement. He could imagine ner
| lips quite firm and curved, and it
piqued him that he could only see
her back, and the back, curled clouds
| Of her hair.
"Can l help?' he said half unwill-
ingly.
She answered without turning her
| head.
Have you got the landing netT
Eyes"
He went forward, and she held up
the pike nearer the side She was q
little breathless, but talked without
allowing her attention to be distract
ed from the business on hand.
"Iou owe me a pair OF gloves, Mr..
| Maynard. Fast asleep-aren't you
ashamed-only On hour after break
| fast?'
WAS really asleep?" : ..'.-i- -. -Y5@
Were you?" 'T"a '-
The pike was head up, trying to
| furrow the tops of the water with
his narrow tail. Maynard made an
effectual dive with the net, the fish
shooting away to the right.
"Ahem! Good morning, Miss JOAN"
They had both been so wrapped up
in their fishing that they had entirely
! failed to notice the approach of Cap
tain Suttlebury in the second punt,
and at the very moment that he sent
the nose of his punt into theirs May
nard had the tail of the fish in the
| net.
"WellT' said Joan coldly.
Maynard had relieved her of the
rod and was reeling up the slack of
the line.
"Well?' repeated Joan, tapping her
foot
"Er-I supposed I'd find you on the
lake" said Captain Suttlebury.
you were looking for me?"
"Of course; it was just as well
found you.'
Perhaps" said Joan. "It made me
lose rather large pike"
Captain Suttlebury was dimly con-
sclous from her point that he was
expected to apologize. But that was
not his wagon the contrary, he felt
that ne had a right to demand an
apology.
II do not imagine" he said in his
pompous manner, that your mother
would approve OF this sort of thing"
What sort of thing:"
Fishing with one of the s."
He had meant to say servants, but
caught Maynard's eye.
Perhaps" she said meekly, "you
are right You are so often right.
Captain Suttlebury, aren't you? And
in any case l ought to consider it
luck in a way that you came, oughtn't
L? because my canoe has drifted off,
and Mr.. Maynard has lost his pole,
and we might have been left here in
the middle of the lake for hours"
Maynard froze up. Nothing would
have been more lucky, to his way of
thinking, than the contingency men
toned. but he imagined joan was
making her submission. So did Cap
tain Suttlebury, and he assumed q
conquering pose.
Lost his pole, has he?" he inquired,
loftily.
Yes said Joan. at is stuck in the
reeds. You can almost see it from
here"
Then, Mr.. ts-his-name," said
the Captain, turning towards Mayn-
ard, you can take my punt and fetch
this pole back here. After that you
can go. Miss Eye and l shan't need
you, dye see:"
He held out the pole belonging to
his own punt as he spoke, and for a
moment his fate hung in the balance.
Then Maynard puts his hands in his
pockets and turned to joan
Am l to understand that is what
you wlshY' he asked. stiffiy.
"Please do" she said.
Because she wished it, he stepped
across on the other punt disregard
ing even the supercilious smile with
which Captain Suttlebuiy handed him
the pole. Then, without word. he
pushed off. AS the gap between the
two punts widened 20 yard, before
either OF the two We're aware Of 1t,
Joan had taken running leap from
one to the other. She was beside
Maynard now, and the gap had grown
a gulf OF dozen yards, and the Cap
talns smile turned to stare of dis.
may.
"What the-what are you doing"
he suffered angrily.
Joan settled herself composedly
down among the cushions.
Narrowing YOU" she said.
"Maroo-maroo-wh do YOU
mean?"
For bad manners on the nigh
seas" Joan explained affably. II am
the pirate queen Of the lake this
morning, and any one displeaslng me
has to suffer. Your punishment is
to swim ashore or else wait until
someone calls for you. The pole is
In the reeds, remember. In case you
want II, and don't forget lunch Is at
two. Good-by, Captain suttleburyw
| She waved her hand at him mis-
chievously and beckoned Maynard to
| pole on
You are sure you wish it?" he
| asked. anxiously. II don't think he's
| fnc sort OF man to forolvn itr