Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1903-12-03

that you would think was man. l
was afraid you would not accept any
thing about fishing if you thought it
was written By girl"
Monteith laughed at does not mat.
ter who wrote it, he said cit was de-
lightful.''
The girls eyes sparliled 81 am so
glad!' she said. 81 have so wanted to
write things that would bring all the
freshness of outdoors into other peo-
pies lives"
81 did not know that girls ever cared
much for that sort of thing, or if they
did fancied they were different from
you-more masculine, mean" He
flushed and hesitated.
Lots of girls care" she said, "only
you don't know them. Now, am new
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
| curied 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 II, but the
girl remembered
II am afraid am keeping you" she
said anxiously. 81 know how busy ed
itors are"
"oh, quite forgot" he said, smil-
ing, that had business proposition
for you. It's all mixed up now, how
ever. because you are not man. l
was going to make you an offer to go
through the fishing grounds of Canada
and write them up. I'm sorry"
The girl leaned forward eagerly, and
the color crept up into her face. "Oh"
she breathed softly. could II"
II am afraid you couldn't very WE'LL"
he said doubtfully. ut would be
hard trip, and you couldn't so alone"
81 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?" be cried.
IVY t> No le,
lege, but l haven't seen him for five
years; lost track of him completely.
So you are Aart's sister. l 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 l 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. 81 must make
Martin ask you to visit us again. We
will take you fishing and tramping,
and you need not even bring dress
coat Will you Gomez"
"Will Gomez" he said in tone that
sent the warm blood up into her
cheeks "Just try it and see!'
perhaps" he said as he held her
hand a moment longer than necessary
as she left him-"perhaps you will let
me join you and Martin on your Cana
dian trip. Will your"
Perhaps" she said, turning away.
Then she looked back with smile as
she entered the elevator eff the red
gods call you, you must go, you know"
of articles Oh Canadian fishing in the
Twentieth Century Magazine signed
mabel Turner Monteith."