Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1903-10-20

that you would think was man. /
was afraid You would not accept any
thing about fishing II you thought it
was written by girl"
Monteith laughed 1T does not mat
ter who wrote it, he said 1T was de-
lightful'
The girls eyes sparklee. II am so
glad.' she said II have so wanted TO
write things that would bring all the
freshness Of outdoors into other PEG
pies lives
Il did not know that girls ever cared
much for that sort of thing. or If they
did | fancied they We're different from
youmore masculine. mean" He
flushed and hesitated.
Lots OF girls care" she said, "onlv
you don't know them. Now. am nev-
er SO happy as when fishing or tramp
ing through the woods"
THAT IS true happiness. said Mon
teith thoughtfully. looking down into
the crowded street There Is nothing
SO much to be desired In our complex
life of today as simplicity The craving
for excitement is killing the best that
Is in us. the childlike love of simple
things. That is why liked your sto-
ry," he finished abruptly. turning back
to her, He liked the way the hair
curled about her face and the flush
under the tanned cheek She was the
picture of health and strength and the
Joy of life.
He had forgotten that this was a
business Interview and that he had an
important engagement at IL. but the
girl remembered
Il am afraid | am keeping you," she
said anxiously. Il know how busy ed
ftors are
"Oh, quite forgot" he said, smiI-
ing, that had a business proposition
for you It's all mixed up now, how
ever, because you are not a man. ]
was going to make you an offer to 60
through the fishing grounds of Canada
and write them up Pm sorry"
The girl leaned forward eagerly, and
the color crept up into her face. "Ohr'
she breathed softly. Gould I?v
Il am afraid you couldn't very WELL"
he said doubtfully. 1T would be a
bard trip, and you couldn't go alone"
II shouldn't mind the hardness. Per-
haps could persuade my brother to
go with me. That reminds me-" she |
said, smiling back at him. you know
my brother He was in your class at
Yale"
What, Martin Turner?' he cried. |
Why, we used to be great pals at col |
lege. but l haven't seen him for five |
years, lost track of him completely. |
So you are Mart's sister. / am glad"
He looked very boyish as he held out |
his hand. I'VE must be very good |
friends indeed" he cried enthusiastic |
ally. In fact, we are very old friends |
already, because | remember you very |
well as little girl when visited Mart
once years before
How very, very funny and delight
full" cried the girl, laughing a deli
cious, ripping laugh. II must make
Martin ask you to visit us again. We I
will take you fishing and tramping.
and you need not even bring dress
coat. Will you Gomez"
WIN | Gomez" he said in tone that
sent the warm blood up into her
cheeks. Just try it and seer'
Perhaps" he said as he held her
hand moment longer than necessary
rs she left him perhaps you will let
ne join you and Martin on your Cana
liam trip. Will your"
Perhaps she said, turning away.
Then she looked back with smile as
the entered the elevator IF the red
sods call you, you must 90, you know"
The next summer there was a series
It articles on Canadian fishing In the
Twentieth Century Magazine signed
Mabel Turner Nouteifh.v