Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1905-09-22
HER CATCH.

That observed the young man, ju-
<dicially, lis no way to fish /.
The young woman seated on the &C
commodatingly sloping rock jerked her
head and the fishpole simultaneously
and deigned no answer. 1t was de.
cldedly pretty head, and her blue linen
suit was distractingly becoming. The
basket beside her was still empty of
nnny prey. so the young mans remark
was excusable. He lay under willow
and cigar smoke travelled upward into
the dropping branches.
1T is one thing to be stubborn he
went on, argumentatively, "but should
think the lack of results would make you
admit the error Of your ways. 1 hate
to intrude my superior knowledge, but
fish really will not fall all over them
selves to swallow bait that comes down
at them like ton of bricks. They re-
luire more delicate methods"
Like this?'' inquired the girl, sweet
ly. giving the pole an airy swing that
ended in the hook lodging among the
Businesses Of the willow tree. The
soung man arose with a patient sigh,
climbed the tree and unlocked it.
Not in the least,'' he said. "Why
are you so cross? Won't you let me
show you how"
NO. said the girl. Il am very we'll
satisfied with the way l am fishing. Ii
l like it, why should you object? l do
dislike a fussy person."
Suit YOURSELF replied the yeung
man, shortly. Il think I'll take stroll
down the bank
You can't cried the girl, in alarm.
You have to stay to bait the hook.
Why, l actually believe there's no bait
on it, She dragged the line laborious-
" from the water.
Il knew there wasn't" he said, placid
ly. But because of the way you were
fishing the lack of bait made no differ
ence. No self-respecting fish would
have taken your hook, anyway"
The pretty girl let the pole swing reck-
iessly as she turned round. "I'd like
to know" she began, why, if I'm such a
ridiculously foolish person as you
take pleasure in making out, you should
devote SO much time to me. Don't you
know it's wicked to waste time? Yet
l simply can't get rid of you.'
You know why" the young man said,
cheerfully Il know lots of girls just
as good-looking as you are, and with a
great deal better temper-angel DISPOSE
tons, in fact-yet you win out over
them l can't explain your fascination
myself. It's very annoying, because
ought to get back to business, and here
have to wait around for you to promise
to marry me-
"You might as we'll take the next train,
because I'm not going to-" she said, in
haste. I'D rather fish, She pro-
ceeded to do so. The water eddie:l
wildly around the spot where she hal
splashed the hook.
You can't call it fishing" he OBJ
jected. 'You are simply mussing the
water all up
Just because she flung back over
her shoulder, Il don't handle pole after
your precise and foolish fashion. An
expert taught me how to throw line,
and said l did it we'll You are so opin-
donated that you see no good in anything
outside of your rules of life. Now you
watch"
She got on her feet and reeled in.
The slender pole waved back and forth
few times, there was whirr, and the
hook shot out. But instead of con-
tinuing out over the shadowy river, it
curved, darted back, and struck the
amazed young man.
Look Quit"
why, where is it," she asked. be-
whereby, pulling in.
Stop where you are!" he begged. 1.-The
hook is in my hand-caught."
The girl f1uttered over to him. I'm
SO sorry, - she said. Does it hurt? Can
you get it out?'
The young man held his aching hand
with the other. annette" he said. firm
ly, you've fished the better part of the
day, and I'm the only living thing you've
caught. You've landed me- and now
what are you going to do with me-keep
me or throw me back into the water as
not worth having?"
The girl twisted the flshline she still
held and gazed up into the willow. Then
she looked at him. He was frowning,
for the barbed hook was painful. He
looked very grim. Compassion crept
into her heart.
LET me get the hook out, she begged,
coming closer to him. I'll guess I'll